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             The
             grand
             Tryal
          
           :
           OR
           ,
           Poetical
           Exercitations
           UPON
           THE
           BOOK
           of
           JOB
           .
           WHEREIN
           ,
           Suitable
           to
           each
           Text
           of
           that
           sacred
           Book
           ,
           a
           modest
           Explanation
           ,
           and
           Continuation
           of
           the
           several
           Discourses
           contained
           in
           it
           ,
           is
           attempted
           BY
           WILLIAM
           CLARK
           .
        
         
           Nam
           momentanea
           est
           ira
           ejus
           ,
           vita
           vero
           in
           beneplacito
           ejus
           ,
           ad
           vesperam
           accedat
           fletus
           licet
           ,
           sub
           auroram
           tamen
           redit
           laetitia
           ,
        
         
           Psal.
           30.
           ver
           .
           5.
           
        
         
           EDINBURGH
           ,
           Printed
           by
           the
           Heir
           of
           
             Andrew
             Anderson
          
           ,
           Printer
           to
           His
           most
           Sacred
           Majesty
           ,
           Anno
           DOM.
           M.
           DC
           .
           LXXXV
           .
        
      
       
         
         
         
           TO
           JAMES
           EARL
           OF
           PERTH
           ,
           Lord
           Drummond
           ,
           and
           Stobhall
           ,
           LORD
           HIGH
           CHANCELLOR
           Of
           the
           KINGDOM
           of
           SCOTLAND
           .
        
         
           
             My
             Lord
             ,
          
        
         
           BEing
           now
           to
           expose
           this
           
             Poetical
             Essay
          
           to
           the
           mercy
           of
           the
           
             censuring
             World
          
           ,
           and
           considering
           ,
           under
           whose
           Patronage
           I
           might
           adventure
           the
           Publication
           :
           I
           humbly
           presum'd
           your
           Lordship
           ,
           both
           as
           a
           person
           eminent
           in
           Piety
           ,
           Virtue
           ,
           and
           Learning
           ;
           and
           by
           the
           
             high
             Character
          
           you
           bear
           in
           the
           Government
           as
           supream
           Judge
           of
           that
           Illustrious
           Court
           ,
           upon
           which
           my
           Profession
           as
           a
           Lawyer
           has
           afforded
           me
           a
           dependance
           now
           these
           many
           years
           ,
           to
           be
           the
           only
           Person
           ,
           to
           whom
           I
           could
           with
           honour
           dedicate
           this
           Proiece
           ;
           especially
           being
           encourag'd
           to
           it
           by
           your
           Lordships
           generous
           perusal
           ,
           and
           approbation
           of
           some
           of
           the
           Sheets
           in
           privat
           .
        
         
           I
           do
           therefore
           ,
           my
           Lord
           ,
           address
           this
           Poetical
           Composure
           to
           your
           Lordship
           ,
           as
           to
           a
           Person
           ,
           whose
           sublime
           Soul
           I
           know
           entertains
           the
           true
           Sentiments
           of
           Mortality
           ,
           and
           the
           transient
           vanity
           of
           this
           World
           ,
           of
           which
           
             this
             admirable
             Book
             of
             JOB
          
           affords
           so
           large
           ,
           and
           spacious
           a
           Field
           for
           Contemplation
           ,
           as
           a
           Mind
           but
           even
           a
           little
           elevate
           above
           the
           Dust
           of
           the
           World
           ,
           and
           furnish'd
           but
           with
           ordinary
           Parts
           ,
           may
           in
           private
           Meditations
           on
           the
           several
           Texts
           ,
           far
           exceed
           my
           most
           polish'd
           Reflections
           on
           the
           Subject
           :
           the
           exercise
           of
           Contemplation
           being
           so
           pleasing
           to
           an
           ingenuous
           Spirit
           ,
           as
           what
           in
           other
           Sciences
           reiteration
           renders
           nauseous
           ,
           in
           this
           it
           adds
           fresh
           Desires
           ,
           and
           makes
           the
           Soul
           so
           enamou●'d
           with
           but
           even
           a
           random
           Prospect
           of
           its
           true
           ,
           and
           permanent
           Felicity
           ,
           which
           it
           discovers
           through
           the
           Telescope
           of
           Conten
           plation
           ,
           as
           it
           undervalues
           all
           the
           Afflictions
           of
           this
           Life
           ,
           in
           the
           satisfaction
           of
           what
           nothing
           can
           parallel
           on
           this
           side
           Separation
           .
        
         
         
           The
           ground
           of
           my
           Address
           to
           your
           Lordship
           proceeding
           then
           from
           that
           esteem
           ,
           which
           all
           this
           Nation
           has
           for
           you
           ,
           as
           a
           Person
           ,
           who
           ,
           in
           the
           Affairs
           of
           greatest
           Importance
           ,
           affords
           daily
           Proofs
           of
           your
           eminent
           Abilities
           ,
           I
           do
           not
           so
           much
           ,
           as
           approach
           the
           borders
           of
           Flattery
           ,
           if
           I
           name
           your
           Lordship
           one
           of
           the
           prime
           Ornaments
           of
           the
           Age
           ,
           in
           which
           you
           live
           .
        
         
           For
           seriously
           ,
           my
           Lord
           ,
           when
           I
           compare
           the
           Figure
           you
           make
           in
           the
           State
           ,
           with
           that
           of
           your
           years
           ,
           (
           contrary
           to
           the
           Vulgar
           opinion
           ,
           
             That
             Wisdom
             only
             dwells
             in
             aged
             Breasts
          
           ;
           )
           I
           must
           acknowledge
           with
           the
           learned
           young
           man
           ,
           who
           bears
           no
           small
           part
           in
           the
           ensuing
           Discourses
           ,
           that
           —
           
             There
             is
             a
             spirit
             in
             man
             ,
             and
             the
             instigation
             of
             the
             Almighty
             giveth
             understanding
             .
          
        
         
           But
           as
           your
           Promotion
           ,
           my
           Lord
           ,
           in
           so
           small
           advance
           of
           years
           to
           the
           high
           Dignity
           ,
           in
           which
           you
           now
           move
           ,
           makes
           me
           admire
           the
           
             vivacity
             ,
             and
             felicity
          
           of
           your
           wit
           ,
           so
           (
           to
           augment
           the
           wonder
           )
           when
           I
           consider
           your
           Lordships
           younger
           Brother
           at
           this
           same
           time
           ,
           shining
           in
           that
           eminent
           station
           of
           
             Secretary
             of
             State
          
           ,
           making
           thus
           betwixt
           you
           the
           most
           ●●●ly
           conspicuous
           pair
           of
           one
           Family
           ,
           that
           has
           flourish'd
           ,
           since
           the
           days
           of
           the
           two
           Illustrious
           Brothers
           
             Dukes
             of
             Hamilton
          
           ;
           I
           find
           my self
           again
           oblig'd
           with
           that
           same
           Elihu
           to
           acknowledge
           ,
           that
           
             the
             Spirit
             of
             God
             has
             made
             you
             both
             ,
             and
             the
             breathing
             of
             the
             Almighty
             has
             given
             you
             life
             .
          
        
         
           May
           this
           
             bright
             Constellation
          
           long
           shine
           in
           the
           Orb
           of
           our
           Government
           ,
           and
           as
           you
           increase
           in
           Years
           ,
           so
           may
           you
           both
           increase
           in
           Piety
           ,
           and
           Virtue
           ,
           advance
           in
           
             His
             Majesties
             Royal
             esteem
          
           ,
           and
           the
           love
           of
           your
           Countrey
           ,
           until
           such
           time
           ,
           as
           two
           such
           refined
           Souls
           being
           translated
           to
           eternal
           Felicity
           ,
           may
           make
           a
           fairer
           appearance
           in
           the
           Court
           of
           
             the
             King
             of
             kings
          
           ,
           then
           mortal
           Men
           can
           make
           in
           that
           of
           a
           King
           upon
           Earth
           ,
           to
           which
           the
           good
           Wishes
           shall
           never
           be
           deficient
           of
           him
           ,
           whose
           Ambition
           is
           to
           be
           esteem'd
           ,
        
         
           
             My
             Lord
             ,
          
           
             Your
             Lordships
             most
             humble
             ,
             most
             oblig'd
             ,
             and
             most
             sincerely
             devoted
             W.
             C.
             
          
        
      
       
         
         
           Preface
           .
        
         
           SInce
           men
           do
           no
           less
           differ
           in
           their
           Judgments
           ,
           and
           apprehensions
           of
           what
           they
           read
           ,
           in
           this
           then
           in
           former
           Ages
           ,
           and
           that
           some
           out
           of
           envy
           ,
           others
           out
           of
           malice
           ,
           or
           ignorance
           do
           either
           abstain
           from
           perusing
           of
           Compositions
           of
           the
           nature
           of
           the
           ensuing
           Treatise
           ;
           or
           having
           perused
           such
           (
           though
           never
           so
           well
           accommodate
           with
           all
           the
           embellishments
           of
           W●t
           ,
           and
           Art
           )
           in
           the
           same
           humour
           decry
           them
           ,
           it
           is
           usual
           for
           Authors
           to
           make
           Apologies
           for
           publishing
           of
           what
           many
           of
           them
           pretend
           were
           never
           design'd
           for
           the
           Light
           but
           importunity
           of
           Friends
           ,
           or
           Copies
           surreputiously
           creeping
           abroad
           ,
           oblig'd
           them
           to
           a
           Publication
           ,
           though
           in
           reality
           their
           only
           design
           was
           an
           itch
           of
           Applause
           ,
           only
           to
           be
           attained
           by
           the
           brokery
           of
           the
           Press
           ,
           as
           if
           a
           few
           polish'd
           expressions
           in
           the
           entry
           of
           their
           Writings
           were
           able
           to
           divert
           the
           torrent
           of
           the
           
             censuring
             Readers
          
           .
        
         
           Hence
           tedious
           Prefaces
           ,
           and
           joyn'd
           with
           these
           a
           deal
           of
           Encomiums
           are
           posted
           in
           the
           Avenues
           of
           all
           our
           modern
           Writings
           ,
           only
           to
           put
           the
           Readers
           in
           an
           humor
           before
           perusal
           ,
           and
           invite
           them
           to
           an
           appetite
           for
           their
           Crudities
           .
           But
           what
           is
           here
           published
           I
           acknowledge
           was
           originally
           design'd
           for
           the
           Press
           ,
           and
           so
           stands
           in
           need
           of
           no
           such
           
             inviting
             Complement
          
           ,
           the
           Publication
           being
           as
           necessary
           ,
           by
           the
           rules
           of
           my
           Circumstances
           ,
           as
           the
           Composition
           was
           ,
           which
           was
           so
           far
           from
           being
           calculate
           to
           the
           
             Meridian
             of
             Applause
          
           ,
           as
           I
           never
           projected
           a
           favourable
           reception
           of
           it
           ,
           but
           made
           my
           account
           ,
           (
           as
           I
           yet
           do
           )
           for
           censure
           ,
           and
           the
           worst
           of
           usage
           ,
           with
           all
           which
           I
           am
           resolv'd
           to
           dispense
           ,
           in
           confidence
           that
           all
           ingenuous
           and
           impartial
           Readers
           will
           find
           my
           design
           in
           it
           has
           been
           only
           to
           alleviate
           the
           severity
           of
           my
           own
           sad
           Circumstances
           .
        
         
           It
           is
           true
           indeed
           ,
           the
           publishing
           my
           private
           Reflections
           upon
           a
           Subject
           of
           such
           sacred
           Importance
           ,
           as
           is
           that
           admirable
           
             Book
             of
             JOB
          
           ,
           may
           be
           esteem'd
           a
           presumption
           in
           one
           of
           my
           Profession
           ,
           whose
           business
           is
           generally
           to
           mind
           secular
           Affairs
           ,
           and
           not
           to
           make
           such
           in-roads
           into
           Divinity
           ;
           but
           with
           the
           good
           favour
           of
           the
           learned
           ,
           and
           worthy
           Clergy
           (
           for
           whom
           no
           man
           has
           greater
           esteem
           then
           I
           have
           )
           I
           hope
           it
           will
           be
           acknowledged
           ,
           that
           the
           Scripture
           being
           a
           Theme
           in
           which
           we
           are
           all
           equally
           concern'd
           as
           to
           perusal
           ,
           and
           instruction
           ;
           if
           I
           ,
           following
           the
           opinions
           of
           the
           best
           of
           Commentators
           on
           the
           Subject
           ,
           have
           ,
           at
           my
           solitary
           opportunities
           express'd
           my
           thoughts
           in
           Poesy
           upon
           the
           several
           Texts
           ,
           as
           I
           found
           those
           of
           their
           own
           Profession
           have
           learnedly
           instructed
           me
           in
           Prose
           ,
           my
           greatest
           Crime
           in
           this
           Publication
           ,
           is
           only
           that
           I
           am
           not
           of
           their
           Order
           .
        
         
           Neither
           will
           it
           be
           found
           ,
           upon
           perusal
           by
           the
           most
           severe
           Inquisitors
           ,
           that
           I
           have
           deviate
           from
           the
           receive●●pinions
           of
           the
           Divines
           upon
           the
           place
           ,
           unless
           possibly
           in
           
             cap.
             24.
             v.
             18.
          
           where
           the
           words
           are
           ,
           
             He
             is
             swift
             as
             the
             Waters
             ,
          
           &c.
           
           I
           apply
           the
           Text
           to
           the
           
             Crime
             of
             Piracy
          
           ,
           being
           induc'd
           thereto
           by
           the
           words
           of
           the
           preceeding
           Texts
           ,
           wherein
           Job
           enumerates
           several
           special
           Crimes
           at
           Land
           ,
           and
           probably
           might
           thence
           take
           a
           rise
           to
           discourse
           of
           that
           notorious
           Crime
           of
           Piracy
           ,
           of
           which
           in
           all
           appearance
           he
           had
           frequently
           heard
           ,
           living
           so
           nigh
           the
           Red-Sea
           ,
           which
           was
           then
           and
           is
           yet
           much
           infested
           with
           Pyrats
           :
           and
           authorized
           besides
           by
           the
           concurse
           of
           the
           learned
           
             Grotius
             ,
             Vatablus
          
           ,
           and
           our
           Countrey-man
           Mr.
           Hutchison
           in
           the
           same
           opinion
           .
        
         
           I
           would
           request
           then
           those
           of
           that
           venerable
           Order
           to
           have
           that
           charity
           for
           me
           ,
           as
           to
           think
           I
           did
           not
           attempt
           a
           work
           of
           this
           importance
           ,
           
             hand
             over
             head
          
           ,
           
           (
           as
           the
           Proverb
           is
           ,
           )
           but
           to
           peruse
           ,
           and
           examine
           the
           whole
           ,
           and
           I
           hope
           they
           will
           find
           I
           have
           proceeded
           in
           it
           with
           that
           deference
           ,
           as
           is
           due
           to
           the
           Subject
           .
        
         
           To
           the
           Vulgar
           Objection
           against
           this
           Piece
           ,
           that
           it
           has
           been
           frequently
           performed
           in
           Verse
           already
           by
           others
           ,
           I
           make
           no
           further
           answer
           then
           that
           all
           I
           have
           ever
           seen
           ,
           
             Sylvester
             ,
             Herbert
          
           ,
           and
           Quarrels
           ,
           do
           perform
           it
           in
           a
           simple
           transposition
           of
           the
           words
           of
           Prose
           into
           Rythme
           ,
           whereas
           I
           have
           not
           followed
           that
           method
           ,
           but
           according
           as
           the
           several
           Texts
           afforded
           Subject
           ,
           I
           have
           presum'd
           to
           expatiate
           ,
           by
           way
           of
           Poetical
           Lectures
           ,
           and
           (
           which
           was
           the
           greatest
           difficulty
           in
           all
           the
           Composure
           )
           have
           endeavoured
           to
           connect
           the
           several
           Texts
           in
           continued
           Discourses
           ,
           notwithstanding
           of
           the
           abrupt
           transitions
           from
           one
           Subject
           to
           another
           ,
           and
           frequent
           Hebraisms
           all
           along
           ,
           which
           hardly
           admit
           of
           a
           genuine
           exposition
           in
           Prose
           ,
           and
           by
           consequence
           ,
           are
           more
           difficult
           to
           be
           coupled
           in
           Verse
           .
           Nor
           if
           I
           had
           followed
           the
           methods
           of
           these
           Gentlemen
           exactly
           ,
           do
           I
           commit
           any
           novelty
           in
           this
           Essay
           ,
           if
           men
           will
           consider
           how
           many
           Translations
           have
           been
           publish'd
           of
           
             Virgil
             ,
             Horace
          
           ,
           &c.
           yet
           do
           not
           these
           hinder
           some
           of
           the
           most
           refined
           Wits
           of
           the
           Age
           to
           publish
           their
           Translations
           of
           the
           same
           Authors
           to
           this
           very
           day
           ,
           for
           were
           it
           no
           more
           but
           the
           new
           dress
           of
           the
           present
           and
           current
           Language
           ,
           it
           makes
           a
           great
           difference
           from
           a
           Translation
           Fifty
           Years
           ago
           .
        
         
           This
           Book
           of
           JOB
           I
           know
           is
           by
           some
           repute
           no
           real
           History
           ,
           but
           a
           Parable
           ,
           and
           to
           have
           been
           writ
           Originally
           in
           Poesy
           ,
           but
           I
           am
           concluded
           by
           the
           positive
           words
           of
           the
           Text
           ,
           
             There
             was
             a
             man
          
           ,
           &c.
           or
           if
           it
           was
           ,
           as
           these
           suppose
           ,
           certainly
           the
           Mythology
           is
           of
           great
           use
           and
           instruction
           for
           all
           Christians
           ,
           for
           ,
           by
           the
           whole
           Contexture
           I
           look
           upon
           Jobs
           Troubles
           to
           have
           much
           consisted
           in
           
             Oppression
             and
             Calumny
          
           ,
           which
           are
           the
           two
           hardest
           species
           of
           Affliction
           for
           an
           ingenuous
           Spirit
           to
           bear
           ,
           as
           he
           appears
           to
           have
           been
           ,
           especially
           when
           his
           Friends
           ,
           stead
           of
           comforting
           him
           ,
           seem
           all
           along
           to
           second
           those
           clamourous
           reports
           of
           him
           ,
           that
           had
           been
           spread
           through
           the
           whole
           Countrey
           on
           that
           occasion
           ;
           so
           that
           all
           his
           doleful
           Circumstances
           considered
           ,
           his
           loss
           of
           Children
           ,
           Estate
           ,
           Reputation
           ,
           and
           aggravation
           of
           his
           Afflictions
           by
           his
           too
           zealous
           Friends
           ,
           who
           maintain'd
           his
           Punishments
           were
           nothing
           but
           the
           return
           of
           his
           Sins
           ,
           he
           appears
           to
           quadrate
           with
           that
           excellent
           expression
           of
           Boetius
           ,
           in
           his
           second
           Book
           ,
           de
           Con●ol
           .
           Phil.
           
             Hoc
             tantum
             dixerim
             ,
             ultimam
             esse
             adversae
             fortunae
             sarcinam
             cum
             miseri
             ,
             quae
             perferunt
             ,
             meruisse
             creduntur
             .
          
           Yet
           how
           God
           Almighty
           in
           the
           end
           doth
           vindi●ate
           him
           from
           all
           those
           leud
           aspertions
           ,
           and
           restores
           him
           to
           double
           what
           he
           formerly
           possess'd
           ,
           is
           a
           great
           ground
           of
           comfort
           for
           all
           suffering
           Christian
           ,
           wholy
           under
           such
           heavy
           Pressures
           ,
           as
           I
           my self
           have
           done
           aad
           yet
           do
           by
           the
           malice
           of
           some
           virulent
           ,
           vindictive
           Fellows
           ,
           who
           so
           endeavour
           to
           destroy
           my
           Reputation
           ,
           as
           they
           have
           no
           regard
           to
           their
           own
           .
        
         
           Upon
           this
           consideration
           I
           have
           attempted
           ▪
           and
           finished
           this
           Essay
           ,
           and
           in
           a
           Poetical
           Strain
           humoured
           the
           several
           Discourses
           from
           the
           beginning
           to
           the
           end
           :
           and
           if
           I
           have
           been
           somewhat
           free
           in
           my
           Characters
           and
           Descriptions
           of
           the
           Vices
           of
           this
           present
           Age
           ,
           as
           I
           found
           the
           Texts
           afforded
           me
           Subject
           ,
           let
           the
           Persons
           concerned
           ,
           (
           if
           any
           such
           be
           )
           ●onsider
           ,
           the
           Spirit
           of
           God
           ,
           in
           all
           Ages
           ,
           as
           appears
           by
           the
           whole
           Tract
           of
           Sacred
           Writ
           ,
           has
           inveigh'd
           against
           such
           Villanies
           ;
           and
           I
           following
           the
           Text
           ,
           could
           do
           no
           less
           in
           Poesy
           ,
           then
           what
           the
           Prose
           in
           few
           words
           seem'd
           to
           poin
           out
           .
           And
           for
           my
           description
           of
           the
           Adulterer
           (
           which
           some
           Criticks
           may
           possibly
           judge
           a
           little
           too
           particular
           ,
           )
           let
           them
           consider
           Solomons
           description
           of
           his
           whorish
           Woman
           ,
           which
           is
           a
           sufficient
           authority
           for
           me
           .
        
         
           Further
           I
           have
           not
           to
           say
           ,
           introductory
           to
           the
           perusal
           ,
           but
           if
           I
           be
           judged
           in
           this
           Composition
           a
           most
           presumptuous
           Interloper
           in
           the
           Trade
           of
           Wit
           ,
           my
           answer
           is
           ,
           I
           never
           did
           ,
           nor
           do
           yet
           pretend
           to
           that
           Character
           :
           let
           the
           florid
           
           Wits
           of
           our
           Age
           enjoy
           their
           Trade
           intire
           ,
           for
           me
           ,
           a
           great
           part
           of
           my
           design
           in
           this
           Composure
           being
           only
           to
           make
           attonement
           for
           my
           former
           wanton
           excursions
           in
           this
           Art
           ;
           and
           if
           I
           meet
           with
           censure
           ,
           or
           applause
           ,
           I
           am
           indifferent
           :
           for
           when
           I
           consider
           how
           many
           polish'd
           Wits
           of
           our
           Age
           have
           employed
           their
           Parts
           of
           late
           in
           Projections
           destructive
           to
           themselves
           ,
           and
           their
           Families
           ;
           I
           think
           the
           small
           Parts
           God
           has
           allowed
           me
           have
           been
           better
           employed
           in
           this
           unprofitable
           Composition
           ,
           which
           I
           hope
           upon
           perusal
           will
           be
           found
           to
           savour
           neither
           of
           a
           bad
           Christian
           ,
           nor
           a
           bad
           Subject
           ;
           for
           before
           I
           would
           do
           any
           thing
           contrare
           to
           the
           Character
           of
           either
           ,
           to
           obtain
           the
           reputation
           of
           a
           contriving
           Wit
           —
           
             Ridenda
             Poemata
             malo
          
           .
        
      
       
         
           Errata
           .
        
         
           PAge
           7.
           
           Line
           9.
           read
           since
           for
           
             sure
             :
             ibid.
          
           l.
           15.
           add
           still
           .
           p.
           13.
           l.
           29.
           add
           me
           .
           p.
           29.
           l.
           11.
           for
           putting
           ,
           r.
           
             pulin●
             .
             ibid.
          
           l.
           42.
           for
           nor
           ,
           r.
           none
           .
           p.
           35.
           l.
           41.
           add
           
             are
             .
             ibid.
          
           l.
           46.
           for
           express
           ,
           r.
           oppress
           .
           p.
           60.
           l.
           49.
           r.
           
             I
             am
          
           .
           p.
           84.
           l.
           30.
           r.
           
             specious
             lye
          
           .
           p.
           85.
           4
           ,
           and
           5.
           l.
           of
           12.
           verse
           ,
           r.
           on't
           .
           p.
           110.
           l.
           1.
           r.
           be
           .
           p.
           127.
           l.
           12.
           of
           verse
           9.
           for
           to
           ,
           r.
           so
           .
           p.
           140.
           l.
           1.
           of
           verse
           2.
           for
           shall
           ,
           r.
           still
           .
           p.
           144.
           l.
           26.
           for
           ob
           ,
           r.
           of
           .
           p.
           184.
           l.
           15.
           for
           should
           ,
           r.
           would
           .
           p.
           191.
           l.
           1.
           of
           verse
           8.
           add
           thou
           .
           p.
           213.
           l.
           14.
           of
           verse
           13.
           for
           flowers
           ,
           r.
           floors
           .
           p.
           223.
           l.
           23.
           of
           verse
           17.
           for
           properly
           ,
           r.
           property
           .
           p.
           261.
           l.
           1.
           for
           my
           ,
           r.
           by
           .
           p.
           262.
           l.
           3.
           for
           all
           ,
           r.
           at
           .
           p.
           264.
           l.
           34.
           for
           through
           ,
           r.
           though
           .
           p.
           274.
           l.
           9.
           verse
           27.
           for
           power
           ,
           r.
           hour
           .
           p.
           287.
           
           Text
           ,
           verse
           12.
           for
           just
           ,
           r.
           
             unjust
             .
             ibid.
          
           l.
           3.
           r.
           
             untam'd
             .
             ibid.
          
           l.
           13.
           for
           the
           ,
           r.
           thy
           .
           p.
           301.
           verse
           19.
           l.
           24.
           for
           riches
           ,
           r.
           virtues
           .
           p.
           304.
           verse
           13.
           l.
           1.
           for
           such
           ,
           r.
           since
           .
           p.
           311.
           l.
           4.
           for
           chines
           ,
           r.
           chimes
           .
           p.
           354.
           verse
           21.
           l.
           5.
           for
           small
           ,
           r.
           tall
           .
        
         
           If
           any
           other
           Errors
           appear
           to
           the
           Reader
           ,
           which
           may
           be
           occasioned
           by
           mistake
           of
           the
           Printer
           ,
           (
           of
           which
           the
           best
           corrected
           Pieces
           are
           hardly
           free
           ,
           )
           he
           is
           courteously
           desired
           to
           amend
           them
           with
           his
           Pen.
           
        
      
    
     
       
         
         
         Poetical
         Exercitations
         UPON
         THE
         BOOK
         of
         JOB
         .
      
       
         
           
             CAP.
             I.
             
          
           
             
               IN
               former
               times
               ,
               before
               Heavens
               mighty
               King
               
            
             
               From
               Egypt
               did
               his
               captive
               People
               bring
               :
            
             
               Where
               th'
               Heirs
               of
               promise
               ,
               in
               a
               sad
               estate
               ,
            
             
               As
               Criminals
               ,
               by
               Sentence
               relegate
               ,
            
             
               For
               many
               years
               ,
               did
               ,
               with
               much
               sweat
               and
               toyl
               ,
            
             
               Earn
               a
               poor
               Living
               in
               a
               forraign
               soyl
               .
            
             
               Before
               the
               Law
               of
               God
               was
               published
               ,
            
             
               Before
               his
               Standard
               was
               on
               Earth
               display'd
               ;
            
             
               Before
               his
               Church
               did
               visible
               appear
               ,
            
             
               And
               he
               had
               only
               Chapels
               here
               and
               there
               ,
            
             
               In
               that
               vast
               Canton
               of
               Arabia
               ,
               known
            
             
               By
               th'
               name
               of
               Desart
               ,
               where
               with
               Sands
               o'reflow'n
            
             
               Whole
               Regions
               in
               a
               constant
               deluge
               ly
               ,
            
             
               Unfit
               fo●
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               ,
               where
               Husbandry
               ▪
            
             
               Planting
               ,
               Inclosing
               ,
               and
               such
               Policy
            
             
               Is
               hardly
               known
               ;
               only
               amongst
               the
               Rocks
            
             
               Th'
               Inhabitants
               do
               ramble
               with
               their
               Flocks
            
             
               For
               pasturage
               ,
               and
               like
               their
               Beasts
               ,
               with
               ease
               ,
            
             
               And
               simple
               food
               themselves
               entirely
               please
               .
            
             
               Or
               else
               through
               sandy
               Valleys
               ,
               where
               the
               Sun
            
             
               Is
               almost
               by
               his
               own
               reflex
               out-done
               ,
            
             
               They
               travel
               with
               their
               Camels
               ,
               as
               they
               are
            
             
               Employ'd
               by
               Merchants
               ,
               to
               transport
               their
               Ware
            
             
               From
               Mart
               ,
               to
               Mart
               ,
               in
               all
               the
               Countreys
               round
               ,
            
             
               Where
               Industry
               ,
               and
               Trading
               doth
               abound
               .
            
             
               Unless
               perhaps
               on
               some
               small
               Rivers
               side
               ,
            
             
               (
               Which
               in
               that
               Country
               too
               is
               rarely
               '
               spy'd
               )
            
             
               Some
               fertile
               Acres
               fit
               for
               Husbandry
               ,
            
             
               Mix'd
               with
               a
               slender
               marle
               a
               squandring
               ly
               ;
            
             
               And
               there
               some
               Castles
               ,
               Houses
               ,
               Cottages
               ,
            
             
             
               Poor
               Mercat-towns
               ,
               and
               Country-villages
            
             
               Make
               a
               small
               Landskip
               ,
               and
               perhaps
               afford
            
             
               A
               Dwelling
               for
               some
               great
               Arabian
               Lord.
            
             
               But
               generally
               the
               Country
               is
               so
               bare
            
             
               Of
               Policy
               ,
               as
               a
               Geographer
            
             
               For
               a
               large
               hire
               ,
               would
               hardly
               undertake
               ▪
            
             
               A
               travelling
               survey
               of
               that
               Land
               to
               make
               .
            
             
               Hence
               are
               those
               Idle
               ,
               Vagrant
               ,
               Sun-burnt-creatures
               ,
            
             
               Of
               cunning
               ,
               fiery
               ,
               and
               malicious
               Natures
               :
            
             
               Hot
               as
               their
               Soil
               ;
               and
               by
               their
               looks
               confess
            
             
               Within
               their
               breasts
               a
               no
               less
               barrenness
            
             
               Of
               Piety
               ,
               and
               Virtue
               ,
               then
               their
               grounds
            
             
               To
               th'
               eye
               express
               :
               besides
               they
               know
               no
               bounds
            
             
               In
               villany
               ,
               but
               live
               most
               barbarously
            
             
               By
               rapine
               more
               ,
               then
               lawful
               industry
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               this
               same
               High-land-country
               'mongst
               those
               men
               ,
            
             
               Who
               all
               things
               good
               ,
               and
               sacred
               did
               profane
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               length
               of
               time
               ,
               and
               commerce
               to
               this
               day
            
             
               Have
               not
               yet
               civiliz'd
               .
            
             
               In
               this
               so
               barren
               Land
               a
               man
               did
               dwell
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               name
               was
               Joh
               ,
               a
               man
               ,
               who
               did
               excell
            
             
               Most
               of
               that
               Age
               in
               Piety
               ,
               a
               man
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               whose
               heart
               in
               lively
               colours
               drawn
            
             
               The
               picture
               of
               true
               Virtue
               did
               appear
               ,
            
             
               A
               man
               ,
               who
               did
               his
               God
               devoutly
               fear
               ;
            
             
               A
               just
               ,
               and
               upright
               man
               ,
               who
               fully
               knew
            
             
               The
               Art
               of
               moderation
               (
               known
               to
               few
               )
            
             
               A
               man
               ,
               whom
               all
               the
               Vices
               of
               his
               Age
            
             
               Could
               not
               from
               true
               Religion
               disengage
               ,
            
             
               A
               man
               obedient
               to
               his
               Makers
               Will
               ,
            
             
               Practising
               good
               things
               ,
               and
               eviting
               ill
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Land
               in
               which
               he
               liv'd
               is
               called
               here
            
             
               The
               Land
               of
               Uz
               ,
               though
               ,
               as
               it
               doth
               appear
            
             
               From
               Sacred
               Writ
               ,
               one
               of
               the
               Race
               of
               Sem
               ,
            
             
               Who
               ,
               (
               as
               it
               stands
               Recorded
               )
               bore
               that
               name
            
             
               Of
               old
               did
               with
               a
               colony
               repair
            
             
               To
               th'
               lesser
               Syria
               ,
               where
               now
               the
               fair
            
             
               Damasco
               stands
               ▪
               whence
               all
               that
               T●●●●
               of
               Ground
            
             
               Was
               call'd
               the
               Land
               of
               Uz.
               'T
               is
               also
               found
            
             
               That
               one
               of
               that
               same
               Name
               of
               Esaus
               Race
            
             
               So
               call'd
               his
               Dwelling
               in
               another
               place
               :
            
             
               From
               hence
               a
               part
               ,
               at
               least
               ,
               of
               Idumaea
            
             
               Scituate
               in
               
                 Arabia
                 Petraea
              
            
             
               Is
               call'd
               the
               Land
               of
               Uz.
               But
               that
               ,
               which
               here
            
             
               Is
               nam'd
               ,
               by
               observation
               doth
               appear
            
             
               T'
               have
               been
               that
               Land
               ,
               which
               one
               of
               Nahors
               Race
            
             
               Bearing
               the
               same
               Name
               ,
               for
               his
               Dwelling
               place
            
             
               Of
               old
               did
               choose
               ;
               and
               is
               a
               part
               of
               that
            
             
               Arabia
               call'd
               Deserta
               ,
               scituate
               ,
            
             
               As
               by
               our
               modern
               Maps
               ,
               we
               dayly
               see
               ,
            
             
               Betwixt
               the
               twice
               ,
               and
               the
               thrice
               tenth
               degree
            
             
               Of
               Northern
               Latitude
               :
               Bord'ring
               on
               the
               West
            
             
               With
               the
               
                 Red
                 Sea
              
               ,
               the
               
                 Persian
                 Gulf
              
               on
               th●
               East
               ,
            
             
               
                 Arabia
                 Faelix
              
               on
               the
               South
               ,
               Judaea
            
             
             
               Upon
               the
               North
               ,
               with
               part
               of
               Idumaea
               ;
            
             
               Hence
               our
               Geographers
               do
               plainly
               tell
            
             
               
                 This
                 is
                 the
                 Country
                 ,
                 where
                 once
              
               Job
               
                 did
                 dwell
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               As
               for
               his
               Family
               't
               is
               thought
               he
               was
            
             
               Descended
               of
               a
               branch
               of
               Abrams
               race
               ,
            
             
               By
               one
               of
               his
               three
               Sons
               with
               Ketura
               ,
            
             
               Who
               ,
               some
               think
               ,
               planted
               in
               Arabia
               :
            
             
               Others
               affirm
               ,
               with
               more
               authority
               ,
            
             
               He
               was
               a
               branch
               of
               Nahors
               Family
               :
            
             
               How
               e're
               it
               was
               ,
               his
               Actions
               do
               express
            
             
               He
               was
               a
               man
               of
               honourable
               Race
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               man
               was
               with
               a
               goodly
               Issue
               bless't
               
            
             
               (
               Which
               of
               all
               Earthly
               blessings
               ,
               is
               the
               best
               )
            
             
               Seven
               Sons
               ,
               three
               Daughters
               ,
               all
               of
               comely
               Features
               ,
            
             
               Complaisant
               Humors
               ,
               and
               obedient
               Natures
            
             
               Did
               call
               him
               Father
               ,
               nor
               was
               all
               around
            
             
               The
               Neighbour-hood
               ,
               a
               fairer
               Issue
               found
               ,
            
             
               Then
               that
               of
               Jobs
               :
               for
               as
               they
               did
               encrease
            
             
               In
               Years
               ,
               so
               in
               true
               Piety
               ,
               and
               Grace
            
             
               They
               made
               a
               large
               advance
               ;
               and
               prudently
            
             
               Studied
               true
               Virtue
               ,
               and
               Frugality
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               lest
               this
               fair
               ,
               and
               hopeful
               Progeny
               ,
               
            
             
               This
               numerous
               ,
               and
               growing
               Family
            
             
               Might
               have
               prov'd
               chargeable
               ,
               as
               now
               a
               days
            
             
               We
               see
               it
               frequent
               :
               GOD
               did
               also
               raise
            
             
               This
               man
               in
               Wealth
               ;
               his
               Labours
               he
               so
               bless't
            
             
               That
               every
               Year
               his
               Revenue
               encreas't
               :
            
             
               For
               his
               projections
               he
               so
               surely
               laid
               ,
            
             
               As
               of
               their
               Success
               he
               was
               not
               afraid
               ;
            
             
               But
               made
               his
               Grounds
               afford
               by
               Pains
               ,
               and
               Art
            
             
               What
               Nature
               had
               deny'd
               :
               nay
               every
               part
            
             
               Of
               his
               Possessions
               clearly
               did
               express
            
             
               Their
               Masters
               virtue
               ,
               care
               ,
               and
               painfulness
               .
            
             
               His
               Revenue
               consisted
               ,
               as
               appears
               ,
            
             
               In
               what
               was
               only
               us'd
               in
               former
               Years
               ,
            
             
               
                 Corn
                 ,
                 Sheep
              
               ,
               and
               Cattel
               ,
               for
               the
               Hills
               did
               keep
            
             
               To
               him
               a
               Stock
               of
               some
               seven
               thousand
               Sheep
               ,
            
             
               From
               which
               each
               Year
               to
               him
               〈◊〉
               did
               a●●●ew
            
             
               No
               small
               proportion
               of
               his
               Revenue
               .
            
             
               He
               had
               a
               Stock
               too
               of
               three
               thousand
               Camels
               ,
            
             
               That
               fed
               upon
               his
               Grounds
               ,
               both
               Males
               ,
               and
               Females
               ▪
            
             
               Most
               of
               which
               useful
               Beasts
               he
               did
               let
               out
            
             
               For
               hire
               to
               all
               the
               Merchants
               without
               doubt
               ,
            
             
               Who
               traded
               through
               that
               Country
               ,
               and
               did
               bear
            
             
               From
               place
               to
               place
               the
               rich
               and
               costly
               Ware
            
             
               Of
               
                 Persia
                 ,
                 Egypt
              
               ,
               and
               Arabia
            
             
               
                 The
                 Happy
                 ,
                 Palestine
              
               ,
               and
               Syria
               :
            
             
               Because
               those
               Beasts
               can
               only
               tolerate
            
             
               The
               Sand
               ,
               the
               Drought
               ,
               the
               Hunger
               ,
               and
               the
               Heat
            
             
               Which
               travelling
               in
               that
               Country
               doth
               require
            
             
               And
               thence
               for
               such
               ,
               a
               good
               ,
               and
               constant
               hire
            
             
               Is
               still
               afforded
               .
            
             
               He
               had
               five
               hundred
               Yokes
               of
               Oxen
               too
               ,
            
             
               Which
               (
               if
               we
               reckon
               four
               Yoke
               to
               a
               Plow
               ;
            
             
             
               The
               most
               we
               in
               those
               Northern
               Countreys
               use
               )
            
             
               Doth
               make
               a
               labouring
               of
               a
               hundred
               Plowes
               ,
            
             
               And
               five
               and
               twenty
               ,
               so
               we
               make
               account
            
             
               His
               Labouring
               did
               his
               Pasturage
               surmount
               .
            
             
               For
               thirty
               Acres
               being
               the
               labouring
            
             
               Of
               every
               Plow
               ,
               we
               make
               a
               reckoning
            
             
               More
               then
               three
               thousand
               Acres
               he
               possess'd
            
             
               Of
               fruitful
               grounds
               ,
               and
               may
               be
               also
               guess'd
            
             
               To
               have
               been
               one
               of
               the
               few
               Valleys
               there
               ,
            
             
               Watred
               with
               Rivers
               ,
               and
               Manur'd
               with
               care
               .
            
             
               He
               had
               five
               hundred
               Shee-asses
               to
               boot
               ,
            
             
               Which
               he
               for
               lesser
               burdens
               did
               let
               out
            
             
               To
               Labourers
               ,
               and
               Merchants
               all
               about
               ,
            
             
               Who
               had
               occasion
               for
               them
               .
            
             
               Now
               ,
               as
               he
               was
               a
               man
               of
               fair
               Estate
               ;
            
             
               (
               For
               by
               our
               modern
               reckoning
               ,
               we
               may
               rate
            
             
               This
               man
               ,
               by
               what
               's
               in
               short
               related
               here
            
             
               T'
               have
               had
               of
               Rent
               ten
               thousand
               pounds
               a
               Year
               )
            
             
               So
               to
               his
               Birth
               ,
               and
               outward
               Quality
            
             
               Was
               added
               Power
               ,
               and
               Authority
               :
            
             
               A
               man
               he
               was
               ,
               no
               doubt
               ,
               of
               Reputation
               ,
            
             
               In
               great
               esteem
               'mongst
               those
               of
               his
               own
               Nation
               ,
            
             
               Chief
               President
               ,
               at
               least
               ,
               as
               we
               may
               guess
            
             
               Of
               th'Courts
               of
               Justice
               in
               those
               Provinces
               ,
            
             
               Which
               lay
               contiguous
               with
               his
               dwelling
               place
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               all
               this
               Wealth
               ,
               this
               Power
               ,
               and
               Quality
               
            
             
               Had
               serv'd
               for
               nothing
               ,
               had
               his
               Family
            
             
               Been
               dis-unite
               :
               nor
               had
               he
               car'd
               for
               these
               ,
            
             
               Unless
               he
               had
               enjoy'd
               Domestick
               Peace
               .
            
             
               This
               he
               had
               too
               ,
               and
               that
               in
               so
               great
               measure
               ,
            
             
               As
               far
               exceeded
               all
               his
               Wealth
               and
               Treasure
               .
            
             
               For
               his
               seven
               Sons
               (
               who
               ,
               we
               suppose
               had
               now
            
             
               Attain'd
               mans
               age
               ,
               and
               that
               he
               did
               allow
            
             
               T'
               each
               of
               'em
               distinct
               Farms
               off
               his
               Estate
               )
            
             
               Did
               mutually
               each
               others
               kindly
               treat
            
             
               In
               Peace
               ,
               and
               Plenty
               they
               their
               hours
               did
               waste
               ,
            
             
               And
               call'd
               their
               Sisters
               ,
               when
               they
               mean't
               to
               Feast
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               Job
               considering
               ,
               in
               such
               〈◊〉
               ,
               
            
             
               How
               many
               strong
               temptations
               do
               ly
               ,
            
             
               For
               sinful
               lewdness
               ,
               scarce
               to
               be
               evited
               ,
            
             
               By
               such
               ,
               whose
               Blood
               ,
               and
               Brains
               by
               Wine
               are
               heated
               ;
            
             
               He
               would
               next
               morning
               early
               stir
               ,
               and
               pray
            
             
               That
               GOD
               would
               pardon
               sins
               o'th'by-past
               day
            
             
               Committed
               by
               his
               Children
               .
               For
               ,
               sayes
               he
               ,
            
             
               I
               do
               suspect
               (
               how
               ere
               the
               matter
               be
               )
            
             
               There
               's
               something
               sinful
               in
               the
               case
               ,
               since
               Feasting
            
             
               Is
               still
               at
               least
               accompany'd
               with
               Jesting
               .
            
             
               Thus
               ,
               with
               himself
               in
               private
               reasoning
               ,
            
             
               Hee
               'd
               for
               each
               Child
               make
               a
               Burnt-offering
               ;
            
             
               And
               ,
               whilst
               their
               Feasting
               lasted
               ,
               every
               day
               ,
            
             
               Job
               for
               his
               Childrens
               sins
               would
               Fast
               and
               Pray
               .
            
             
               In
               short
               ,
               if
               Jobs
               Felicity
               we
               rate
            
             
               By
               Birth
               ,
               and
               Knowledge
               ,
               Honour
               ,
               and
               Estate
               ,
            
             
               A
               goodly
               Issue
               bless't
               with
               unity
            
             
             
               Amongst
               themselves
               ,
               unspotted
               Piety
               ,
            
             
               Sincerity
               in
               all
               his
               Dealings
               ,
               Grace
               ,
            
             
               Frugality
               ,
               and
               Virtue
               ,
               we
               may
               trace
            
             
               All
               Histories
               ,
               with
               which
               the
               World
               doth
               swell
               ,
            
             
               And
               'mongst
               them
               all
               not
               find
               his
               parallel
               .
            
             
               For
               sure
               this
               worthy
               Gentleman
               appears
            
             
               T'
               have
               been
               a
               Patern
               ,
               for
               some
               hundred
               years
               ,
            
             
               To
               all
               about
               him
               :
               and
               we
               here
               may
               see
            
             
               How
               God
               thinks
               fit
               his
               Memory
               should
               be
            
             
               To
               this
               same
               day
               preserv'd
               ;
               that
               we
               may
               thence
            
             
               Precisely
               understand
               ,
               at
               what
               expence
            
             
               Of
               true
               Devotion
               we
               should
               live
               ,
               and
               know
            
             
               When
               with
               Afflictions
               God
               doth
               bring
               us
               low
               ,
            
             
               As
               this
               same
               Good
               man
               was
               ,
               how
               to
               endure
            
             
               With
               Patience
               the
               hottest
               Calenture
            
             
               Of
               Sorrows
               fever
               :
               and
               may
               likewise
               see
            
             
               What
               silly
               Expectations
               those
               be
            
             
               On
               which
               we
               feed
               in
               our
               Prosperity
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               we
               fancy'd
               Perpetuity
            
             
               Of
               our
               Enjoyments
               here
               ▪
               and
               that
               our
               God
            
             
               Lov'd
               us
               so
               well
               ,
               he
               'd
               never
               use
               his
               Rod
               ;
            
             
               But
               with
               soft
               Hand
               would
               clap
               our
               Heads
               ,
               and
               lay
            
             
               Our
               Pillows
               every
               Night
               ,
               and
               every
               Day
            
             
               Afford
               us
               every
               thing
               we
               can
               project
            
             
               For
               our
               poor
               Fastings
               ,
               and
               our
               Prayers
               sake
               .
            
             
               No
               ,
               no
               that
               Man
               ,
               who
               ere
               he
               be
               ,
               that
               thus
            
             
               With
               fond
               Delusions
               doth
               his
               Soul
               abuse
               ,
            
             
               D●th
               shreudly
               erre
               :
               for
               in
               this
               Precedent
            
             
               We
               may
               perceive
               how
               clear
               ,
               and
               evident
            
             
               The
               contrair
               doth
               appear
               ,
               and
               calculate
            
             
               From
               thence
               the
               folly
               of
               a
               great
               Estate
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               now
               ,
               as
               longest
               Day
               must
               have
               its
               Night
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               Darkness
               must
               at
               length
               succeed
               to
               Light
               :
            
             
               As
               greatest
               Calms
               do
               Storms
               prognosticate
               ,
            
             
               So
               greatest
               Joyes
               do
               Sorrowes
               antidate
               :
            
             
               And
               this
               Good-man
               ,
               whom
               in
               Serenity
               ,
            
             
               Under
               the
               Zenith
               of
               Prosperity
               ,
            
             
               Wee
               've
               lately
               seen
               ,
               must
               now
               〈◊〉
               prepare
            
             
               To
               show
               his
               Virtue
               in
               another
               Sphere
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               at
               a
               General
               Sessions
               of
               Heaven
               ,
            
             
               Held
               at
               that
               time
               ,
               when
               Liberty
               was
               given
            
             
               To
               all
               ,
               that
               in
               that
               Court
               do
               make
               abode
            
             
               To
               see
               the
               Face
               of
               the
               Almighty
               God.
            
             
               When
               Heavens
               Great
               Monarch
               in
               Majestick
               State
               ,
            
             
               Environ'd
               with
               his
               Troops
               of
               Angels
               Sate
               :
            
             
               He
               too
               ,
               who
               once
               was
               of
               that
               Corporation
               ,
            
             
               As
               Eminent
               ,
               as
               any
               of
               that
               Station
               ;
            
             
               Until
               ,
               with
               foolish
               Pride
               he
               did
               so
               swell
               ,
            
             
               Because
               he
               thought
               he
               was
               not
               us'd
               so
               well
            
             
               As
               his
               great
               Services
               requir'd
               ,
               and
               so
            
             
               He
               with
               some
               others
               would
               a
               Plotting
               go
            
             
               Against
               his
               Prince
               ,
               and
               think
               to
               model
               too
            
             
               (
               As
               all
               our
               discontented
               States-men
               do
               )
            
             
               The
               Government
               of
               Heavens
               :
               but
               instantly
            
             
             
               His
               Plot
               was
               opened
               ,
               and
               he
               ,
               by
               and
               by
            
             
               With
               all
               his
               Friends
               about
               him
               poorly
               fell
            
             
               From
               thence
               ,
               by
               Deportation
               ,
               to
               Hell.
            
             
               This
               wretched
               Head
               of
               Rebels
               too
               appear'd
            
             
               Amongst
               the
               Just
               ;
               demanding
               to
               be
               heard
            
             
               In
               some
               shrewd
               Accusation
               patly
               lay'd
            
             
               Against
               some
               Champions
               of
               the
               praying
               Trade
               .
            
             
               At
               least
               that
               he
               might
               shortly
               understand
            
             
               Upon
               what
               Service
               God
               would
               him
               command
            
             
               He
               there
               as
               Serjeant
               of
               the
               Court
               did
               waite
            
             
               To
               receive
               Orders
               at
               the
               Utter-Gate
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               ,
               as
               when
               Damnster
               doth
               in
               Court
               appear
               ,
               
            
             
               The
               Condemnation
               of
               some
               Man
               we
               fear
               :
            
             
               So
               this
               Old
               Rebel
               did
               prognosticate
            
             
               The
               Alteration
               of
               some
               Persons
               State
               ,
            
             
               By
               his
               officious
               presence
               .
            
             
               This
               thing
               appearing
               then
               well
               known
               by
               name
            
             
               Of
               Satan
               ,
               God
               did
               ask
               him
               ,
               whence
               he
               came
               ?
            
             
               (
               Not
               but
               that
               all
               his
               Wandrings
               he
               did
               know
               ,
            
             
               With
               all
               his
               Plots
               ,
               and
               Projects
               here
               below
               :
            
             
               But
               that
               from
               his
               own
               Mouth
               he
               might
               express
            
             
               His
               villanous
               Toilling
               ,
               and
               Unwearyedness
            
             
               In
               doing
               evil
               ,
               and
               that
               since
               he
               fell
            
             
               From
               Heaven
               ,
               he
               every
               hour
               doth
               merit
               Hell.
               )
            
             
               Satan
               makes
               answer
               ,
               I
               have
               been
               abroad
            
             
               Compassing
               all
               this
               Earth
               of
               thine
               ,
               Great
               God.
            
             
               There
               I
               have
               walk'd
               at
               randome
               ,
               to
               and
               fro
               ,
            
             
               And
               view'd
               the
               State
               of
               all
               things
               here
               below
               .
            
             
               I
               've
               seen
               how
               thou
               dost
               constantly
               suppress
            
             
               Me
               ,
               and
               my
               Subjects
               ,
               by
               thy
               watchfulness
               ,
            
             
               On
               all
               our
               Motions
               ;
               as
               if
               all
               to
               thee
            
             
               Belong'd
               by
               Right
               ,
               and
               nothing
               else
               to
               me
               ,
            
             
               But
               thy
               displeasure
               ;
               yet
               I
               'le
               not
               resign
            
             
               My
               claim
               for
               all
               that
               ;
               nay
               I
               still
               design
               ,
            
             
               Where
               ever
               thou
               a
               Colony
               shall
               plant
            
             
               I
               and
               my
               Friends
               shall
               all
               their
               Meetings
               haunt
               ,
            
             
               And
               make
               that
               Church
               at
               best
               but
               Militant
               .
            
             
               For
               ,
               since
               I
               'm
               not
               allow'd
               〈◊〉
               Priviledge
            
             
               Of
               my
               Creation
               ,
               but
               with
               bitter
               rage
               ,
            
             
               Am
               to
               this
               day
               secluded
               from
               my
               Right
               ,
            
             
               Why
               should
               not
               I
               with
               all
               the
               Force
               and
               Might
               ;
            
             
               That
               I
               ,
               and
               my
               poor
               banish'd
               Friends
               can
               raise
               ,
            
             
               By
               constant
               In-roads
               still
               disturb
               the
               Peace
               ,
            
             
               Of
               those
               ,
               whose
               constant
               Prayers
               do
               combine
            
             
               To
               ruine
               further
               yet
               both
               me
               ,
               and
               mine
               .
            
             
               As
               if
               already
               I
               were
               not
               undone
               ,
            
             
               By
               thy
               Displeasure
               ,
               these
               for
               sooth
               must
               run
            
             
               A
               sharper
               Scent
               ,
               and
               by
               their
               Prayers
               baull
               ,
            
             
               For
               my
               Destruction
               yet
               for
               good
               ,
               and
               all
               .
            
             
               Nay
               know
               ,
               Heavens
               King
               (
               for
               so
               I
               must
               confess
            
             
               Thou
               art
               indeed
               )
               that
               I
               am
               not
               the
               less
            
             
               
                 A
                 Prince
                 on
                 Earth
              
               ,
               and
               will
               endeavour
               still
            
             
               To
               keep
               that
               Right
               ,
               do
               with
               me
               what
               you
               will.
            
             
               Yes
               ,
               I
               'll
               mentain
               now
               what
               I
               do
               possess
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               still
               will
               make
               it
               my
               great
               business
            
             
               T'
               enlarge
               the
               Limits
               of
               my
               Empire
               here
               :
            
             
               Since
               in
               thy
               Heavens
               I
               date
               no
               more
               appear
            
             
               As
               formerly
               :
               allow
               me
               then
               Great
               God
            
             
               To
               wander
               sometimes
               here
               ,
               and
               there
               abroad
            
             
               To
               view
               my
               Interest
               :
               though
               yet
               after
               all
               ,
            
             
               I
               am
               thy
               Servant
               ,
               and
               obey
               thy
               call
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               sayes
               the
               Lord
               ,
               since
               thou
               goest
               every
               where
               
            
             
               A-wandring
               ,
               since
               thou
               couldst
               not
               chuse
               ,
               but
               hear
            
             
               Of
               my
               great
               Servant
               Job
               :
               sure
               thou
               dost
               know
            
             
               How
               of
               all
               Mortals
               that
               live
               there
               below
               ,
            
             
               He
               's
               the
               most
               just
               ;
               scarce
               to
               be
               equalled
            
             
               On
               Earth
               :
               him
               sure
               thou
               hast
               considered
            
             
               As
               one
               of
               thy
               chief
               Enemies
               ,
               for
               he
            
             
               Is
               a
               most
               Loyal
               Subject
               to
               me
               .
            
             
               A
               Man
               most
               Honest
               ,
               Pious
               and
               Upright
               ,
            
             
               Just
               ,
               shunning
               Evil
               ,
               doing
               ,
               at
               my
               sight
               ,
            
             
               What
               I
               Judge
               candid
               good
               ,
               and
               equitable
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               his
               Heavenly
               Interest
               profitable
               ,
            
             
               One
               ,
               who
               by
               Standart
               of
               true
               Piety
            
             
               Doth
               measure
               all
               his
               Actions
               constantly
               .
            
             
               What
               say'st
               of
               him
               ?
               Is
               he
               not
               such
               ,
               now
               say
            
             
               For
               all
               thy
               Art
               ,
               can'st
               fall
               upon
               a
               way
               ,
            
             
               To
               make
               that
               Man
               break
               his
               Allegiance
            
             
               To
               me
               ?
               can'st
               thou
               thy
               Interest
               advance
            
             
               With
               him
               ,
               or
               tempt
               him
               to
               do
               any
               thing
            
             
               That
               may
               i'th'least
               displease
               his
               God
               and
               King
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Yes
               ,
               says
               the
               Divel
               ,
               thy
               Servant
               Job
               I
               know
               
            
             
               And
               have
               considered
               too
               :
               why
               be
               it
               so
            
             
               That
               he
               is
               such
               :
               as
               truth
               I
               cann't
               deny
            
             
               He
               is
               ;
               I
               've
               view'd
               his
               constant
               Piety
               .
            
             
               And
               great
               Devotion
               ,
               and
               I
               thank
               him
               too
            
             
               That
               does
               ,
               what
               he
               is
               so
               well
               hyr'd
               to
               do
               .
            
             
               Can
               any
               man
               do
               less
               ,
               to
               whom
               th'
               hast
               given
            
             
               Possession
               of
               all
               Blessings
               under
               Heaven
               :
            
             
               So
               well
               mentain'd
               he
               doth
               but
               what
               he
               ought
            
             
               To
               do
               ,
               then
               pray
               
                 doth
                 Job
                 serve
                 thee
                 for
                 nought
                 ?
              
            
          
           
             
               Pray
               now
               ,
               〈◊〉
               L●●d
               ,
               who
               would
               not
               at
               this
               rate
               
            
             
               Become
               thy
               Servant
               ?
               yea
               ,
               who
               would
               not
               state
            
             
               Himself
               thy
               faithful
               Slave
               ,
               thus
               to
               be
               us'd
            
             
               Thus
               kindly
               ,
               to
               have
               nothing
               thus
               refus'd
            
             
               May
               contribute
               for
               his
               Convenience
               here
               ,
            
             
               As
               in
               
                 the
                 case
                 of
                 this
                 Man
              
               doth
               appear
               .
            
             
               Why
               would'st
               such
               Favour
               but
               to
               me
               allow
               ,
            
             
               As
               this
               too
               happy
               Man
               enjoveth
               now
               ,
            
             
               I
               would
               become
               
                 thy
                 Faithful
                 Servant
              
               too
               .
            
             
               But
               I
               ,
               and
               
                 my
                 poor
                 Friends
              
               for
               ever
               barr'd
               ,
            
             
               From
               thy
               Coelestial
               Favour
               ,
               and
               declar'd
            
             
               Incapable
               of
               ever
               being
               restor'd
            
             
               To
               former
               Favour
               ,
               cannot
               ,
               Mighty
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               Expect
               ,
               upon
               these
               terms
               ,
               to
               become
               such
               ,
            
             
               As
               those
               ,
               whose
               Predecessors
               err'd
               as
               much
               ,
            
             
               As
               ever
               we
               did
               :
               for
               I
               know
               thou
               hast
            
             
               A
               kindness
               for
               the
               Race
               of
               Man
               shall
               last
               .
            
             
             
               To
               th'worlds
               end
               :
               and
               yet
               those
               Creatures
               shall
            
             
               But
               prove
               ungrate
               to
               thee
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               after
               all
               .
            
             
               For
               this
               same
               Race
               of
               Man
               ,
               this
               Progeny
            
             
               Of
               my
               old
               Fellow-Sinner
               ,
               certainly
               ,
            
             
               After
               thou
               hast
               them
               with
               all
               Kindness
               blest
               ,
            
             
               Will
               be
               but
               Shrubs
               of
               the
               old
               Root
               at
               best
               .
            
             
               And
               as
               their
               Fathers
               did
               ,
               not
               long
               ago
               ,
            
             
               Provoke
               thee
               to
               a
               drowning
               of
               'em
               ;
               so
            
             
               The
               Children
               still
               their
               Fathers
               Steps
               will
               trace
               ,
            
             
               And
               be
               to
               thee
               the
               same
               still
               ,
               in
               the
               case
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               then
               this
               Job
               ,
               on
               whom
               thou
               hast
               bestow'd
               ,
            
             
               What
               to
               few
               Men
               on
               Earth
               thou
               hast
               allow'd
               :
            
             
               Whom
               ,
               as
               with
               hedge
               ,
               thou
               hast
               environed
               ,
            
             
               And
               guarded
               all
               he
               hath
               on
               every
               side
               ;
            
             
               Whom
               thou
               hast
               rais'd
               in
               Wealth
               and
               Dignity
               ,
            
             
               And
               made
               him
               Head
               of
               a
               Great
               Family
               :
            
             
               Pray
               what
               can
               he
               do
               less
               ,
               than
               Fast
               ,
               and
               Pray
               ,
            
             
               Kneel
               down
               ,
               and
               make
               an
               Offring
               every
               day
            
             
               To
               thee
               his
               Patron
               :
               and
               endeavour
               too
            
             
               To
               shun
               all
               evil
               ,
               as
               a
               many
               do
               .
            
             
               For
               fear
               of
               me
               ,
               and
               not
               for
               love
               of
               thee
               ,
            
             
               Because
               before
               their
               Eyes
               they
               daily
               see
            
             
               How
               inexorable
               I
               am
               to
               all
            
             
               Those
               Men
               of
               Earth
               ,
               whom
               thou
               dost
               Sinners
               call
               ;
            
             
               If
               in
               my
               hands
               thou
               once
               deliver
               them
               ,
            
             
               Whereas
               ,
               if
               they
               but
               call
               upon
               thy
               Name
               ,
            
             
               With
               a
               few
               Sighs
               ,
               and
               Tears
               ,
               thou
               instantly
            
             
               Remit'st
               them
               all
               their
               Sins
               ,
               and
               by
               and
               by
            
             
               Th'
               effect
               of
               all
               thy
               Heavenly
               Clemency
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               the
               matter
               ,
               proves
               indeed
               no
               more
               ,
            
             
               Then
               crossing
               th'
               old
               ,
               upon
               another
               score
               ,
            
             
               To
               sin
               afresh
               .
               for
               all
               those
               breathing
               things
            
             
               Abuse
               thy
               Mercy
               .
            
             
               Nay
               they
               will
               make
               a
               fashion
               too
               ,
               when
               ble'st
            
             
               As
               this
               Man
               is
               ,
               and
               that
               their
               Souls
               have
               rest
            
             
               From
               dunning
               Pinches
               ,
               Miseries
               ,
               and
               Pains
               ,
            
             
               (
               Which
               are
               some
               other
               Mens
               Quotidians
               ,
               )
            
             
               To
               use
               Devotion
               ▪
               and
               perhaps
               express
               ,
            
             
               In
               a
               set
               Prayer
               ,
               some
               small
               Thankfulness
               ,
            
             
               For
               these
               thy
               Favours
               ,
               but
               they
               alwayes
               run
            
             
               Upon
               that
               Strain
               ,
               that
               ,
               as
               thou
               hast
               begun
               ,
            
             
               So
               thou'd
               continue
               alwayes
               to
               extend
            
             
               That
               Peace
               ,
               and
               Plenty
               to
               them
               to
               the
               end
               .
            
             
               For
               if
               once
               interrupted
               ,
               then
               we
               see
            
             
               What
               Frettings
               ,
               and
               bold
               Abjurations
               be
            
             
               Amongst
               those
               formerly
               fine
               Supplicants
            
             
               Now
               crying
               out
               of
               Miseries
               ,
               and
               Wants
               .
            
          
           
             
               Stretch
               therefore
               out
               thine
               Hand
               ,
               and
               seize
               upon
               
            
             
               All
               that
               Job
               has
               ,
               and
               thou
               shalt
               see
               anon
            
             
               This
               unkind
               dealing
               will
               reverse
               the
               case
               ,
            
             
               And
               hee
               l
               Plaspheme
               thee
               ,
               to
               thy
               very
               Face
               .
            
             
               Yes
               ,
               heel
               Blaspheme
               thee
               ,
               and
               forget
               that
               thou
            
             
               Didst
               good
               things
               to
               him
               ,
               formerly
               allow
               :
            
             
               He
               'l
               tell
               thee
               plainly
               th'
               hast
               disordered
            
             
             
               All
               his
               concerns
               ,
               and
               fully
               ruined
            
             
               His
               expectations
               :
               so
               that
               after
               this
            
             
               He
               'l
               tell
               thee
               boldly
               thus
               ,
               and
               thus
               it
               is
            
             
               To
               serve
               a
               God
               ,
               who
               takes
               no
               care
               at
               all
            
             
               For
               such
               as
               on
               his
               Name
               do
               dayly
               call
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               said
               the
               Lord
               ,
               well
               ,
               Satan
               ,
               thou
               shalt
               find
               
            
             
               My
               Servant
               Job
               is
               of
               another
               kind
               ,
            
             
               Then
               falling
               Adams
               ordinary
               Race
               ,
            
             
               As
               thou
               shall
               't
               soon
               perceive
               upon
               the
               Case
               .
            
             
               And
               to
               demonstrate
               this
               thou
               mayest
               go
               try
               him
               ,
            
             
               Seize
               upon
               all
               his
               Substance
               then
               ,
               do
               by
               him
               ,
            
             
               As
               thou
               thinks't
               fit
               :
               only
               I
               do
               Command
            
             
               Upon
               his
               Person
               stretch
               not
               out
               thy
               Hand
               ,
            
             
               But
               all
               hls
               Goods
               are
               thine
               .
               No
               sooner
               sai'd
            
             
               Then
               the
               false
               Slave
               of
               this
               Commission
               glad
               ,
            
             
               Runs
               out
               on
               Execution
               ,
               and
               Commands
            
             
               His
               Men
               to
               Mischief
               soon
               ,
               and
               cries
               
                 all
                 hands
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               here
               Jobs
               Woes
               ,
               and
               Miseries
               Commence
               ,
               
            
             
               His
               future
               Troubles
               take
               their
               Rise
               from
               hence
               :
            
             
               For
               soon
               the
               Devil
               had
               drawn
               his
               Troops
               together
               ,
            
             
               And
               they
               all
               ready
               to
               march
               quickly
               whether
            
             
               He
               should
               command
               them
               :
               he
               did
               only
               now
            
             
               Wait
               for
               an
               opportunity
               to
               doe
            
             
               What
               he
               intended
               .
            
             
               So
               when
               the
               Children
               were
               a
               Banqueting
            
             
               I'
               th'
               Eldests
               House
               ,
               suspecting
               no
               such
               thing
               ,
            
             
               The
               Devil
               perceiving
               their
               security
               ,
            
             
               Resolves
               to
               catch
               this
               opportunity
            
             
               Of
               plundering
               all
               :
               with
               his
               wilde
               Arabs
               hastes
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               first
               place
               drives
               off
               all
               his
               Beasts
               .
            
          
           
             
               Job
               on
               a
               sudden
               has
               the
               dismal
               News
               ,
               
            
             
               How
               whilst
               his
               Oxen
               Laboured
               in
               the
               Plowes
               ,
            
             
               The
               Cattel
               calmly
               footing
               in
               the
               Traces
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               the
               Asses
               feeding
               in
               their
               places
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Theeving
               Rogues
               did
               violently
               fall
               
            
             
               Upon
               the
               Beasts
               in
               Ploughs
               ,
               and
               plundered
               all
               ,
            
             
               In
               all
               his
               Servants
               Bowels
               sheath'd
               the
               Sword
               ,
            
             
               Burn't
               all
               the
               Barns
               ,
               and
               Houses
               ,
               in
               a
               word
               ,
            
             
               Sayes
               Currior
               ,
               who
               these
               fatal
               News
               did
               bring
               ,
            
             
               I
               've
               only
               'scapt
               ,
               thus
               to
               relate
               the
               thing
               .
            
          
           
             
               Scarce
               had
               he
               told
               the
               Tale
               ,
               when
               comes
               another
               
            
             
               To
               give
               account
               of
               News
               as
               bad
               as
               'tother
               :
            
             
               The
               Fire
               of
               God
               ,
               sayes
               he
               ,
               from
               Heaven
               did
               fall
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               an
               instant
               quite
               consumed
               all
            
             
               thy
               numerous
               Flocks
               of
               fine
               Wool-bearing
               Sheep
               ,
            
             
               With
               all
               the
               Servants
               ,
               who
               these
               Flocks
               did
               keep
               ,
            
             
               Thus
               are
               thy
               Store-rooms
               fully
               desolate
               ,
            
             
               Only
               I
               '
               scap'd
               the
               Tidings
               to
               relate
               .
            
          
           
             
               Whilst
               he
               yet
               spoke
               another
               comes
               to
               tell
               
            
             
               How
               the
               Chaldeans
               in
               three
               parties
               fell
            
             
               Upon
               the
               Camels
               ,
               made
               them
               all
               their
               prey
               ,
            
             
               Kill'd
               all
               the
               Herdsmen
               ,
               carried
               all
               away
               ,
            
             
               Of
               whom
               ,
               saies
               he
               ,
               I
               only
               did
               escape
            
             
               To
               be
               the
               Relator
               of
               so
               great
               Mis-hap
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               I'
               th'neck
               of
               this
               another
               comes
               ,
               who
               showes
               ,
               
            
             
               (
               In
               one
               great
               Blow
               ,
               to
               sum
               up
               all
               his
               Woes
               )
            
             
               How
               ,
               whilst
               his
               Children
               freely
               did
               carrouse
               ,
            
             
               And
               drunk
               Wine
               in
               their
               eldest
               Brothers
               House
               ,
            
             
               Eate
               merrily
               ,
               convers'd
               ,
               and
               made
               good
               chear
               ,
            
             
               Enjoying
               one
               another
               without
               fear
               .
            
          
           
             
               There
               came
               ,
               says
               he
               ,
               so
               far
               as
               I
               could
               guesse
               ,
               
            
             
               Out
               from
               the
               fields
               beyond
               the
               Wilderness
               ,
            
             
               A
               violent
               ,
               and
               sudden
               Hurrycane
               ,
            
             
               The
               like
               of
               which
               I
               think
               yet
               never
               Man
            
             
               Has
               seen
               ,
               and
               with
               such
               fury
               patly
               fell
            
             
               On
               th'
               house
               ,
               where
               ,
               Sir
               ,
               your
               eldest
               Son
               did
               dwell
               ,
            
             
               And
               where
               at
               that
               time
               all
               your
               others
               were
               ,
            
             
               With
               your
               three
               Daughters
               met
               ,
               to
               make
               good
               chear
               ,
            
             
               That
               in
               an
               instant
               one
               might
               see
               the
               walls
            
             
               Clap
               closs
               together
               ,
               down
               the
               Roof-tree
               falls
               ,
            
             
               Stones
               ,
               Rafters
               ,
               Boards
               ,
               Dust
               ,
               in
               a
               trice
               fall
               down
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               the
               ground
               the
               House
               was
               levelled
               soon
               .
            
             
               Where
               all
               your
               Children
               smothered
               in
               a
               heap
               ,
            
             
               I
               left
               ,
               and
               by
               great
               mercy
               did
               escape
               ,
            
             
               To
               tell
               thee
               what
               I
               with
               my
               eyes
               did
               see
               ,
            
             
               And
               what
               ,
               with
               Teares
               ,
               I
               now
               relate
               to
               thee
               .
            
          
           
             
               Plung'd
               in
               deep
               grief
               ,
               with
               sorrows
               overcome
               ,
               
            
             
               Job
               hearing
               these
               sad
               news
               did
               sit
               as
               dumb
               ,
            
             
               With
               Eyes
               dejected
               low
               ,
               and
               Arms
               a
               Cross
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               he
               mean't
               not
               to
               survive
               his
               Loss
               ;
            
             
               But
               sudden
               Dissolution
               did
               desire
               ,
            
             
               Hoping
               he
               might
               in
               some
               kind
               sigh
               expire
               .
            
             
               Speechless
               he
               sate
               ,
               and
               seem'd
               not
               to
               complain
               ,
            
             
               But
               having
               paus'd
               a
               while
               ,
               at
               length
               ,
               with
               pain
            
             
               He
               rose
               ,
               and
               to
               his
               grief
               was
               forc'd
               t'
               allow
            
             
               The
               same
               Compliance
               other
               Mortals
               do
               ,
            
             
               For
               though
               he
               knew
               his
               miseries
               alone
            
             
               Did
               come
               from
               God
               ,
               yet
               being
               more
               than
               Stone
               ,
            
             
               Hearing
               these
               sad
               News
               ,
               he
               could
               not
               forbear
               ,
            
             
               At
               least
               upon
               the
               last
               to
               drop
               a
               Tear
               ,
            
             
               And
               write
               in
               mournful
               ink
               from
               grief
               swoln
               Eyes
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               his
               Face
               his
               Childrens
               Elegies
               .
            
             
               The
               unexpected
               loss
               of
               his
               Estate
            
             
               He
               doth
               not
               value
               (
               though
               indeed
               't
               was
               great
               )
            
             
               But
               O
               his
               loving
               Issue
               !
               O
               the
               loss
            
             
               Of
               his
               dear
               Children
               doth
               him
               sadly
               cross
               :
            
             
               This
               in
               some
               passion
               makes
               him
               tear
               his
               hair
               ,
            
             
               Unrip
               his
               breast
               ,
               and
               to
               the
               open
               air
               ,
            
             
               In
               some
               disorder
               lay
               his
               bosome
               bare
               .
            
             
               At
               length
               o're
               come
               with
               this
               sad
               Exigent
               ,
            
             
               He
               formally
               all
               his
               apparrel
               Rent
               ,
            
             
               With
               careless
               Razor
               shav'd
               his
               Head
               around
               ,
            
             
               Fell
               down
               ,
               and
               groveling
               prostrate
               on
               the
               ground
               .
            
          
           
             
               Lord
               ,
               says
               he
               ,
               naked
               from
               the
               Womb
               I
               came
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               to
               Earths
               Womb
               I
               must
               return
               the
               same
               .
            
             
               What
               I
               acquir'd
               ,
               was
               but
               thy
               pure
               Donation
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               the
               Right
               that
               I
               had
               was
               Possession
               :
            
             
               Then
               why
               should
               I
               Complaint
               of
               Losses
               make
               ,
            
             
             
               Since
               God
               ,
               who
               freely
               gives
               may
               freely
               take
               .
            
             
               This
               Morning
               I
               was
               rich
               in
               Wealth
               ,
               and
               Fame
               ,
            
             
               Now
               in
               the
               Evening
               I
               a
               Beggar
               am
               :
            
             
               Plundred
               of
               all
               ;
               —
               Estate
               ,
               and
               issue
               too
               ,
            
             
               Why
               sure
               I
               shall
               be
               no
               more
               envy'd
               now
               .
            
             
               Now
               I
               'm
               undone
               ,
               now
               absolutely
               poor
               ,
            
             
               As
               those
               ,
               who
               beg
               their
               Bread
               from
               Door
               to
               Door
               .
            
             
               Then
               what
               do
               Wealth
               and
               Honours
               signify
            
             
               When
               ,
               as
               it
               were
               by
               turning
               of
               a
               dye
               ,
            
             
               All
               I
               possest
               is
               now
               entirely
               lost
               :
            
             
               Then
               what
               is
               he
               ,
               who
               doth
               of
               Riches
               boast
               !
            
             
               Riches
               !
               —
               the
               very
               Dregs
               of
               the
               Creation
               ,
            
             
               A
               naughty
               thing
               ,
               that
               never
               came
               in
               fashion
               ,
            
             
               Until
               true
               Virtue
               become
               Poor
               and
               Old
               ,
            
             
               What
               She
               before
               did
               give
               ,
               was
               basely
               sold
               ,
            
             
               As
               yet
               it
               is
               ,
               
                 for
                 Money
              
               :
               —
               Riches
               !
               —
               O
            
             
               The
               Bane
               of
               Mankind
               ;
               from
               whose
               Spring
               do
               flow
            
             
               Torrents
               of
               Falshoods
               ,
               Jealousies
               ,
               and
               Feares
               !
            
             
               Riches
               a
               lean
               ,
               dry
               Nurse
               of
               Anxious
               Cares
               !
            
             
               A
               Food
               ,
               on
               which
               we
               feed
               with
               great
               delyte
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               ne'r
               allays
               our
               ravenous
               appetite
               .
            
             
               Mans
               Life-race
               running
               in
               a
               crooked
               Line
               ,
            
             
               A
               dash
               ,
               which
               spoil'd
               the'
               original
               design
            
             
               Of
               his
               Integrity
               ;
               a
               thing
               ,
               which
               all
               ,
            
             
               Who
               hugg
               it
               here
               ,
               themselves
               do
               even
               call
            
             
               Th'
               abstract
               of
               Madness
               ,
               when
               Eternity
            
             
               Appears
               at
               hand
               ,
               and
               they
               begin
               to
               dye
               .
            
             
               For
               O
               what
               help
               can
               Riches
               then
               afford
            
             
               To
               their
               deluded
               Owners
               ?
               in
               a
               word
            
             
               No
               Man
               of
               Judgment
               should
               of
               Riches
               boast
               ,
            
             
               For
               ,
               when
               (
               as
               mine
               )
               they
               are
               entirely
               lost
               ,
            
             
               Then
               they
               appear
               to
               have
               been
               very
               Dreams
               ,
            
             
               Which
               none
               but
               he
               ,
               who
               softly
               sleeps
               ,
               esteems
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               then
               ,
               there
               's
               Honour
               too
               .
               that
               taudry
               thing
               ,
            
             
               Of
               which
               poor
               Mortals
               make
               such
               reckoning
               :
            
             
               Why
               I
               had
               that
               ,
               as
               much
               as
               I
               desir'd
            
             
               And
               to
               no
               higher
               Honours
               I
               aspir'd
               :
            
             
               But
               now
               —
               all
               's
               lost
               —
               Riches
               ,
               and
               Honours
               too
            
             
               Have
               all
               abandon'd
               their
               old
               Master
               now
               .
            
             
               Then
               what
               is
               this
               same
               Idol
               ,
               of
               which
               most
            
             
               Of
               its
               proud
               Owners
               insolently
               boast
               ?
            
             
               What
               is
               it
               pray
               !
               —
               a
               meer
               Device
               of
               Men
            
             
               T'
               abuse
               the
               World
               ,
               and
               shiftingly
               maintain
            
             
               The
               Reputation
               of
               a
               Bankrupt
               Race
               ,
            
             
               Which
               long
               ago
               was
               forfeit
               in
               the
               Case
            
             
               Of
               the
               first
               cadet
               ;
               when
               Fraternal
               Tyes
            
             
               Could
               not
               obstruct
               Friends
               being
               Enemies
            
             
               For
               a
               small
               triffle
               :
               though
               the
               World
               was
               then
            
             
               But
               Tripartite
               ,
               and
               those
               unhappy
               Men
            
             
               Had
               Elbow-room
               enough
               ;
               yet
               was
               it
               State
            
             
               First
               troubled
               under
               
                 that
                 Triumvirate
              
               .
            
             
               And
               then
               our
               Native
               Honour
               ,
               Truth
               ,
               and
               Faith
            
             
               Expired
               with
               the
               first
               expiring
               Breath
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Since
               then
               true
               Honours
               lost
               ,
               why
               should
               we
               cheat
            
             
               Our
               Reason
               with
               its
               silly
               counterfeit
               !
            
             
               And
               fancy
               Titles
               ,
               Names
               ,
               and
               Dignities
            
             
               Can
               make
               the
               fallen
               Race
               of
               Mankind
               rise
            
             
               In
               Virtues
               Orb
               ?
               Why
               should
               we
               proudly
               boast
            
             
               We
               have
               a
               thing
               our
               Predecessours
               lost
               !
            
             
               For
               to
               this
               day
               (
               let
               us
               say
               what
               we
               can
               )
            
             
               There
               's
               neither
               Honour
               ,
               Faith
               ,
               nor
               Truth
               in
               Man.
            
             
               Why
               since
               the
               substance
               then
               is
               gone
               ,
               alace
            
             
               Why
               should
               vain
               man
               its
               empty
               shadow
               chace
               !
            
             
               It
               s
               empty
               shadow
               ,
               —
               yes
               —
               its
               meer
               reflex
               ,
            
             
               Which
               only
               ,
               when
               it
               shines
               ,
               a
               figure
               makes
               .
            
             
               Though
               ,
               as
               an
               Evening
               shadow
               to
               the
               Eye
            
             
               Extends
               it self
               beyond
               the
               Symmetry
            
             
               Of
               what
               it
               follows
               ;
               so
               this
               flattering
               thing
            
             
               By
               poor
               deluded
               Mortals
               Reckoning
            
             
               Appears
               t'
               exceed
               the
               true
               Original
               ,
            
             
               Whilest
               really
               it
               is
               nothing
               at
               all
               ,
            
             
               And
               disappears
               with
               that
               same
               swiftness
               too
               ,
            
             
               As
               when
               the
               Sun
               sets
               ,
               all
               your
               shadows
               do
               .
            
             
               Or
               if
               it
               something
               be
               ,
               at
               best
               I
               take
               it
               ,
            
             
               To
               be
               but
               what
               each
               Fools
               conceit
               doth
               make
               it
               ,
            
             
               For
               ,
               as
               we
               see
               how
               Hobby-horses
               please
            
             
               Some
               Children
               ,
               rattles
               others
               ;
               even
               so
               these
               ,
            
             
               Who
               court
               this
               honour
               ,
               are
               some
               pleas'd
               with
               that
            
             
               Which
               only
               is
               acquir'd
               by
               toile
               ,
               and
               sweat
               ;
            
             
               And
               venture
               boldly
               ,
               without
               fear
               ,
               or
               shame
               ,
            
             
               Only
               t'
               attain
               a
               military
               fame
               ,
            
             
               On
               Fire
               ,
               and
               Sword
               ,
               others
               themselves
               do
               please
            
             
               With
               what
               they
               can
               attain
               to
               with
               more
               ease
               ,
            
             
               And
               less
               expence
               ,
               so
               cunningly
               practise
            
             
               Mean
               snaking
               shifts
               ,
               and
               horrid
               villanies
               ,
            
             
               By
               which
               ,
               at
               length
               ,
               they
               climb
               to
               Dignities
               .
            
             
               But
               as
               we
               see
               how
               those
               same
               very
               Boyes
               ,
            
             
               When
               come
               to
               years
               ,
               call
               those
               things
               childish
               toyes
               ,
            
             
               Which
               then
               they
               hugg'd
               ;
               so
               ,
               when
               a
               man
               attains
            
             
               To
               Grace
               ,
               and
               Knowledge
               ;
               Lord
               how
               he
               disdains
            
             
               Those
               painted
               Baubles
               ,
               which
               he
               formerly
            
             
               Esteem'd
               ,
               and
               thinks
               them
               now
               all
               vanity
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               yet
               both
               Riches
               ,
               and
               great
               Honours
               too
            
             
               To
               some
               ,
               as
               blessings
               God
               doth
               still
               allow
               ,
            
             
               When
               seasoned
               with
               Grace
               .
            
             
               But
               nor
               my
               Honours
               ,
               nor
               my
               Riches
               pleas'd
            
             
               My
               mind
               so
               much
               ,
               nor
               was
               I
               so
               much
               eas'd
            
             
               In
               any
               thing
               ,
               as
               that
               my
               Family
            
             
               Seem'd
               to
               perpetuat
               my
               poor
               Memory
            
             
               And
               that
               I
               lost
               ,
               i'
               th
               twinkling
               of
               an
               Eye
               .
            
          
           
             
               Lord
               what
               a
               folly
               then
               it
               is
               for
               men
            
             
               To
               Trust
               in
               things
               so
               perishing
               ,
               and
               vain
            
             
               As
               Children
               are
               :
               a
               peice
               of
               Sophistry
               ,
            
             
               By
               which
               we
               'd
               fain
               out-wit
               Mortality
               ,
            
             
               But
               to
               no
               purpose
               ,
               for
               do
               what
               we
               will
               ,
            
             
               Death
               is
               before
               hand
               ,
               with
               our
               projects
               still
               .
            
             
               Things
               ,
               which
               to
               wish
               we
               pronely
               are
               inclin'd
            
             
             
               Though
               in
               them
               we
               but
               seldom
               comfort
               find
               .
            
             
               Nay
               ,
               but
               that
               God
               after
               the
               first
               Creation
               ,
            
             
               Enjoyn'd
               the
               useful
               toile
               of
               Generation
               ,
            
             
               No
               wise
               man
               would
               such
               methods
               prosecute
               ,
            
             
               To
               bring
               himself
               in
               trouble
               ,
               and
               dispute
               ,
            
             
               With
               those
               of
               his
               own
               Loines
               ,
               and
               be
               in
               fears
            
             
               Of
               his
               ,
               own
               Children
               ,
               as
               they
               come
               to
               years
               .
            
             
               Issue
               !
               an
               Art
               ,
               by
               which
               we
               would
               create
            
             
               Our selves
               anew
               ,
               and
               so
               perpetuat
            
             
               Our
               Names
               on
               Earth
               :
               nay
               at
               a
               huge
               expence
            
             
               We
               purchase
               too
               this
               inconvenience
               .
            
             
               Whilst
               truth
               our
               Names
               and
               Memories
               are
               known
            
             
               Better
               by
               Characters
               ,
               in
               Brass
               ,
               or
               Stone
               ,
            
             
               When
               both
               our
               Race
               ,
               and
               our
               Estates
               are
               gone
               .
            
          
           
             
               Riches
               and
               Honours
               then
               I
               did
               possess
            
             
               As
               Blessings
               ,
               and
               enjoyed
               domestick
               peace
               :
            
             
               But
               above
               all
               my
               God
               was
               pleas'd
               t'
               allow
            
             
               Something
               of
               true
               Grace
               to
               my
               Spirit
               too
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               might
               use
               them
               right
               ,
               so
               that
               of
               late
               ,
            
             
               In
               Birth
               ,
               in
               Parts
               ,
               in
               Honour
               ,
               and
               Estate
               ,
            
             
               If
               breathing
               man
               can
               have
               Felicity
               ,
            
             
               On
               this
               side
               Time
               ;
               why
               such
               a
               man
               was
               I.
            
             
               —
               But
               now
               ,
               that
               thou
               art
               pleas'd
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               to
               divest
            
             
               Me
               of
               what
               but
               this
               morning
               I
               possest
               ,
            
             
               Assist
               me
               now
               ,
               now
               let
               that
               Grace
               appear
            
             
               Which
               thou
               allow'd'st
               me
               ,
               give
               me
               strength
               to
               bear
            
             
               My
               Losses
               so
               ,
               as
               all
               men
               may
               confess
            
             
               Who
               see
               me
               in
               this
               miserable
               case
            
             
               That
               thou
               hast
               not
               depriv'd
               yet
               of
               Grace
               .
            
          
           
             
               Lord
               the●
               what
               shall
               I
               say
               ;
               thou
               giv'st
               ,
               thou
               tak'st
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               raises
               ,
               thou
               throws
               down
               again
               ,
               thou
               mak'st
               ,
            
             
               And
               thou
               unmak'st
               ▪
               —
               O
               let
               thy
               glorious
               Name
            
             
               Sound
               in
               the
               Trumpet
               of
               eternal
               Fame
               .
            
             
               For
               all
               thy
               Actings
               are
               both
               just
               and
               fair
               ,
            
             
               And
               well
               thou
               know'st
               what
               Criminals
               men
               are
               ,
            
             
               And
               what
               they
               do
               deserve
               ;
               O
               make
               me
               then
               ,
            
             
               Highest
               of
               late
               ,
               but
               lowest
               now
               of
               men
               ,
            
             
               O
               make
               〈◊〉
               wi●●
               a
               〈◊〉
               patience
               ,
            
             
               Endure
               what
               thou
               art
               pleased
               to
               dispense
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               though
               we
               see
               Jobs
               Grief
               was
               answerable
               
            
             
               To
               his
               Condition
               ,
               which
               was
               lamentable
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               in
               his
               greatest
               paroxism
               of
               woe
            
             
               He
               did
               not
               sin
               ,
               nor
               treat
               his
               Maker
               so
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               he
               would
               accuse
               him
               foolishly
            
             
               For
               th'
               only
               author
               of
               his
               Misery
               .
            
             
               Then
               happy
               he
               ,
               who
               can
               his
               loss
               sustain
            
             
               With
               patience
               ,
               and
               not
               of
               God
               complain
               :
            
             
               For
               when
               Afflictions
               Storms
               from
               Heavens
               do
               fall
            
             
               We
               ought
               to
               suffer
               ,
               and
               not
               cry
               at
               all
               :
            
             
               Because
               we
               know
               that
               God
               affliction
               sends
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               a
               many
               ,
               whom
               he
               least
               intends
            
             
               ●
               extirpate
               in
               his
               anger
               ;
               for
               we
               shall
            
             
               See
               this
               good
               mans
               afflictions
               after
               all
               ,
            
             
               Converted
               to
               a
               fair
               ,
               and
               pleasant
               Scaene
               ,
            
             
             
               Of
               Wealth
               and
               Honours
               ,
               and
               a
               most
               serene
            
             
               Aspect
               of
               Favour
               ,
               when
               our
               God
               doth
               show
            
             
               To
               Job
               his
               Face
               
                 ex
                 Postliminio
              
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Cap.
             II.
             
          
           
             
               HEre
               's
               a
               Grand-Tryal
               then
               ,
               awake
               all
               you
               
            
             
               Who
               ever
               in
               your
               lives
               Affliction
               knew
               ;
            
             
               Sum
               up
               your
               Sorrows
               ,
               reckon
               all
               your
               Woes
            
             
               And
               all
               your
               wreaking
               Miseries
               unclose
               ,
            
             
               Your
               Crosses
               ,
               and
               your
               Losses
               all
               declare
               ,
            
             
               See
               who
               with
               Jobs
               afflictions
               can
               compare
               ;
            
             
               Or
               with
               his
               Patience
               .
            
             
               For
               now
               his
               Issue
               ,
               Wealth
               ▪
               and
               Honours
               gone
               ,
            
             
               His
               Body
               must
               be
               sadly
               rack'd
               anon
               ,
            
             
               And
               put
               to
               horrid
               torture
               ,
               as
               if
               what
            
             
               He
               yet
               had
               lost
               were
               not
               proportionate
            
             
               To
               th'
               merits
               of
               so
               great
               a
               Criminal
               ,
            
             
               He
               must
               endure
               the
               question
               after
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
               See
               here
               then
               God
               again
               in
               Judgment
               set
               ,
            
             
               Environed
               with
               Majesty
               ,
               and
               State
               ,
            
             
               Before
               whom
               numerous
               Angels
               do
               appear
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               for
               jury
               they
               impannelled
               were
               :
            
             
               He
               ,
               who
               by
               Virtue
               of
               his
               late
               permission
               ,
            
             
               Had
               to
               a
               most
               deplorable
               condition
            
             
               Reduc'd
               this
               pious
               man
               ,
               appears
               there
               too
               ,
            
             
               To
               see
               if
               there
               was
               more
               mischief
               to
               do
               .
            
          
           
             
               Satan
               ,
               from
               whence
               ,
               says
               God
               ,
               from
               compassing
               
            
             
               The
               Earth
               ,
               and
               there
               securely
               travelling
            
             
               In
               every
               corner
               ,
               doing
               all
               I
               can
               ,
            
             
               Says
               he
               ,
               to
               dissappoint
               the
               Hopes
               of
               Man.
            
             
               I
               've
               done
               what
               thou
               allowd
               ,
               says
               he
               ,
               and
               ●ow
            
             
               I
               ask
               if
               thou
               hast
               any
               more
               to
               do
            
             
               For
               me
               on
               earth
               ?
               is
               there
               another
               there
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               thou
               thinkst
               just
               ,
               and
               upright
               ,
               let
               me
               hear
               ,
            
             
               Is
               there
               a
               man
               for
               whom
               thou
               hast
               esteem
            
             
               Under
               the
               Heavens
               ?
               pray
               let
               me
               know
               his
               name
               :
            
             
               And
               ,
               by
               thy
               good
               permission
               ,
               I
               shall
               try
            
             
               The
               utmost
               Force
               of
               his
               Integrity
               :
            
             
               I
               'le
               soon
               reduce
               him
               to
               the
               same
               estate
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               have
               done
               thy
               other
               man
               of
               late
               ,
            
             
               And
               then
               thou
               'lt
               see
               that
               all
               those
               upright
               men
            
             
               Are
               but
               thy
               Servants
               for
               their
               privat
               gain
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Not
               so
               ,
               says
               Heavens
               King
               ,
               ,
               for
               yet
               I
               see
               
            
             
               My
               faithful
               Servant
               Job
               doth
               honour
               me
               .
            
             
               The
               Man
               ,
               whom
               thou
               so
               falsly
               didst
               accuse
               ,
            
             
             
               As
               though
               he
               ,
               like
               a
               Hireling
               would
               refuse
            
             
               To
               serve
               me
               ,
               were
               his
               wages
               taken
               from
               him
               ,
            
             
               See
               now
               thy
               malice
               cannot
               overcome
               him
               .
            
             
               Th'
               hast
               cut
               off
               all
               his
               Family
               ,
               and
               tane
            
             
               His
               means
               from
               him
               ,
               yet
               he
               doth
               not
               complain
               .
            
             
               He
               ,
               thou
               didst
               move
               me
               ,
               without
               cause
               t'
               oppress
               ,
            
             
               See
               he
               continues
               firm
               in
               uprightness
               .
            
          
           
             
               True
               ,
               says
               the
               Enemy
               of
               Man
               ,
               't
               is
               true
               ,
               
            
             
               (
               To
               give
               thy
               faithful
               Servant
               Job
               his
               due
               )
            
             
               He
               bears
               his
               Losses
               yet
               ,
               with
               that
               Submission
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               expected
               none
               in
               his
               condition
            
             
               Could
               well
               ha'
               done
               ;
               for
               by
               this
               time
               I
               thought
            
             
               The
               Bitter
               Potion
               would
               a
               shreudly
               wrought
               .
            
             
               But
               yet
               when
               I
               consider
               these
               mean
               Creatures
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               thou
               call'st
               men
               ,
               I
               do
               observe
               their
               Natures
            
             
               To
               be
               above
               all
               things
               most
               prone
               to
               live
               ,
            
             
               For
               Skin
               for
               Skin
               ,
               all
               they
               possess
               they
               'll
               give
            
             
               For
               one
               hours
               breath
               :
               so
               yet
               thy
               Servant
               Job
               ,
            
             
               Because
               ,
               as
               of
               his
               goods
               ,
               I
               cannot
               robb
            
             
               Him
               of
               his
               life
               ,
               truly
               he
               doth
               dispense
            
             
               With
               loss
               of
               these
               ,
               since
               the
               convenience
            
             
               Of
               breathing
               is
               allow'd
               him
               still
               ;
               I
               know
            
             
               The
               man
               is
               in
               great
               misery
               ,
               and
               wo.
            
             
               His
               Losses
               do
               oppress
               his
               Spirits
               sore
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               as
               a
               Ship-wrack'd-man
               ,
               when
               got
               a-shore
               ,
            
             
               Glad
               to
               have
               '
               scap'd
               with
               life
               ,
               doth
               soon
               forget
            
             
               His
               losses
               ,
               and
               though
               wearyed
               ,
               faint
               ,
               and
               wet
            
             
               To
               the
               next
               Village
               hee
               'll
               a
               begging
               go
               .
            
             
               (
               For
               men
               will
               rather
               beg
               than
               dye
               we
               know
               )
            
             
               So
               Job
               ,
               though
               stripp'd
               of
               all
               ,
               yet
               still
               in
               health
               ,
            
             
               Already
               has
               forgot
               his
               former
               wealth
               :
            
             
               So
               glad
               hee
               's
               yet
               alive
               ,
               he
               has
               forgot
            
             
               The
               loss
               of
               Children
               ,
               Honours
               ,
               Fame
               ,
               what
               not
               !
            
             
               He
               with
               Contentment
               begs
               and
               eats
               his
               bread
               ,
            
             
               And
               only
               sighs
               for
               those
               are
               lately
               dead
               :
            
             
               Nay
               now
               he
               with
               some
               ease
               doth
               spend
               his
               years
               ,
            
             
               Because
               hee
               's
               free
               of
               all
               his
               former
               cares
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               p●●●●●●
               now
               ,
               great
               God
               ,
               stretch
               out
               thy
               Hand
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               touch
               his
               Body
               ,
               let
               me
               but
               demand
            
             
               This
               favour
               of
               the
               once
               for
               all
               ,
               and
               then
            
             
               I
               'le
               make
               this
               Job
               of
               all
               the
               Race
               of
               Men
            
             
               The
               most
               impatient
               ,
               then
               thou
               'st
               quickly
               see
            
             
               What
               is
               his
               true
               Opinion
               of
               thee
               :
            
             
               For
               with
               his
               paines
               I
               'le
               alter
               soon
               the
               case
               ,
            
             
               And
               make
               him
               curse
               thee
               to
               thy
               very
               face
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               says
               the
               Lord
               his
               Person
               's
               in
               thy
               hand
               ,
               
            
             
               But
               save
               his
               Life
               I
               strictly
               do
               command
               :
            
             
               And
               thou
               shalt
               surely
               see
               all
               thy
               designs
            
             
               Soon
               disappointed
               by
               his
               countermines
            
             
               Of
               Piety
               ,
               and
               Patience
               .
            
          
           
             
               Out
               flies
               the
               Devil
               ,
               and
               instantly
               doth
               fall
               
            
             
               On
               Job
               by
               
                 Execution
                 Personal
              
               :
            
             
               He
               baits
               his
               Body
               with
               a
               thousand
               sores
               ,
            
             
               And
               makes
               an
               humour
               issue
               from
               its
               pores
            
             
             
               So
               pestilentious
               ,
               hot
               ,
               and
               purulent
               ,
            
             
               So
               foul
               ,
               so
               loathsome
               ,
               and
               so
               virulent
               ,
            
             
               As
               soon
               his
               Body
               doth
               appear
               all
               o're
            
             
               To
               be
               but
               one
               continued
               scabby
               sore
               .
            
          
           
             
               Merciful
               Heavens
               !
               What
               a
               sad
               sight
               is
               here
               !
               
            
             
               Pouldred
               with
               Ulcers
               Job
               doth
               now
               appear
               ,
            
             
               All
               Comforts
               ,
               and
               Subsistence
               from
               him
               taken
               ,
            
             
               His
               Body
               with
               a
               scorching
               ▪
               Feaver
               shaken
            
             
               Of
               loathsome
               sores
               :
               —
               what
               shall
               this
               poor
               ▪
               man
               doe
               ,
            
             
               Thus
               cruciat
               in
               Mind
               .
               and
               Body
               too
               !
            
             
               Why
               patiently
               he
               sits
               on
               Dung
               ,
               and
               As●●s
               ,
            
             
               Not
               bursting
               out
               in
               angry
               fits
               ,
               and
               flashes
            
             
               As
               in
               like
               case
               a
               many
               sure
               would
               doe
               ,
            
             
               But
               ,
               with
               a
               peice
               of
               broken
               pitcher
               now
            
             
               He
               scrapes
               the
               putrid
               matter
               from
               his
               sores
               ,
            
             
               And
               silently
               his
               sad
               Estate
               deplores
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               all
               th'
               efforts
               of
               cruel
               Poverty
               
            
             
               With
               Heavenly
               thoughts
               ,
               and
               smiles
               of
               Piety
               ,
            
             
               One
               of
               undaunted
               spirit
               will
               make
               sweet
               ,
            
             
               Though
               he
               can
               neither
               have
               to
               drink
               ,
               nor
               eat
               .
            
             
               Diseases
               of
               the
               Body
               often
               too
            
             
               Afford
               such
               thoughts
               ,
               as
               Health
               will
               scarce
               allow
            
             
               Our
               Entertainment
               :
               for
               when
               free
               of
               pains
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               ouzy
               channels
               of
               our
               Veins
            
             
               Our
               Blood
               flows
               smoothly
               ,
               then
               we
               think
               on
               pleasures
               ,
            
             
               On
               Honours
               ,
               and
               in
               hoording
               foolish
               Treasures
               ;
            
             
               And
               on
               these
               things
               we
               rest
               ,
               like
               silly
               ●ops
               ,
            
             
               Feeding
               our
               Minds
               with
               vain
               fantastick
               hopes
               .
            
             
               But
               when
               Diseases
               on
               our
               Bodies
               seize
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               our
               Veins
               our
               Blood
               begins
               to
               freeze
               :
            
             
               When
               th'
               motion
               of
               our
               Pulse
               seems
               at
               a
               stand
               ,
            
             
               Scarce
               to
               be
               felt
               ●y
               the
               Physicians
               hand
               :
            
             
               When
               with
               excessive
               pains
               our
               Bones
               do
               ake
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               the
               Pillars
               of
               our
               Bodies
               shake
               :
            
             
               With
               pious
               thoughts
               then
               we
               our selves
               soulage
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               such
               lenitives
               abate
               the
               rage
            
             
               Of
               our
               Distemper
               :
               whilst
               we
               ●eem
               to
               be
            
             
               In
               love
               with
               sickness
               :
               and
               would
               not
               be
               free
            
             
               From
               pa●n
               ,
               that
               we
               may
               still
               have
               fair
               occasions
            
             
               To
               raise
               the
               value
               of
               our
               meditations
               .
            
             
               Yes
               sore
               Diseases
               ,
               loss
               of
               all
               that
               's
               dear
               ,
            
             
               An
               upright
               man
               will
               patiently
               bear
               ,
            
             
               No
               outward
               sorrow
               can
               his
               Mind
               depress
               ,
            
             
               Providing
               he
               enjoy
               domestick
               peace
               .
            
             
               But
               O
               when
               one
               with
               sore
               Afflictions
               vex't
            
             
               In
               Mind
               ,
               and
               Body
               grievously
               perplex't
               ,
            
             
               Endures
               debates
               at
               home
               ,
               additional
            
             
               To
               all
               these
               Plagues
               ,
               sure
               this
               is
               worst
               of
               all
               .
            
             
               (
               For
               O
               how
               wretched
               must
               be
               that
               Mans
               Life
               ,
            
             
               That
               's
               poor
               ,
               and
               sick
               ,
               and
               has
               a
               scolding
               Wife
               )
            
             
               This
               was
               the
               posture
               ,
               this
               the
               present
               state
            
             
               Of
               this
               good
               Man
               ,
               who
               did
               enjoy
               of
               late
            
             
               All
               happiness
               on
               Earth
               :
               and
               here
               alace
            
             
               To
               consummat
               the
               strangeness
               of
               his
               case
            
             
               He
               losses
               ,
               after
               all
               ,
               domestick
               peace
               .
            
             
             
               For
               now
               his
               Wife
               ,
               who
               should
               in
               that
               sad
               state
               ,
            
             
               With
               all
               the
               suggred
               words
               appropriate
            
             
               To
               that
               kind
               Sex
               ,
               have
               mitigate
               his
               grief
               ,
            
             
               And
               from
               her
               very
               Eyes
               have
               smil'd
               relief
            
             
               To
               her
               afflicted
               Husband
               ,
               in
               this
               case
               ,
            
             
               (
               The
               true
               design
               of
               Wedlock
               )
               she
               alace
               ,
            
             
               Enrag'd
               with
               grief
               ,
               extravagantly
               sad
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               her
               losses
               furiously
               mad
               ,
            
             
               Stead
               of
               allaying
               of
               her
               Husbands
               woe
               ,
            
             
               Seems
               to
               augment
               it
               .
            
             
               Her
               losse
               she
               so
               impatiently
               bears
               ,
            
             
               So
               like
               a
               Woman
               ,
               such
               a
               flood
               of
               Tears
            
             
               Falls
               from
               the
               well-stor'd
               Sources
               of
               her
               Eyes
               ,
            
             
               Which
               ,
               with
               her
               passion
               constantly
               do
               rise
               :
            
             
               Her
               Breasts
               she
               so
               doth
               beat
               ,
               so
               tears
               her
               Hair
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               her
               gestures
               now
               doth
               so
               declare
            
             
               Her
               discontent
               ,
               whilst
               all
               this
               while
               she
               sits
            
             
               By
               him
               on
               Dung-hill
               :
               That
               at
               length
               her
               Wits
            
             
               Appear
               to
               be
               disordred
               :
               for
               she
               now
            
             
               Upbraids
               her
               Husband
               ,
               and
               demands
               him
               how
            
             
               He
               so
               could
               bear
               his
               losses
               .
               —
               Well
               ,
               she
               says
               ,
            
             
               And
               must
               we
               now
               in
               our
               declining
               days
               ,
            
             
               We
               ,
               who
               have
               liv'd
               in
               plenty
               formerly
               ,
            
             
               Become
               content
               with
               want
               and
               penury
               ?
            
             
               Must
               we
               yet
               live
               ?
               O
               must
               we
               thus
               survive
            
             
               The
               loss
               of
               all
               ,
               that
               's
               dear
               to
               those
               alive
               —
            
             
               Yet
               live
               —
               live
               —
               only
               that
               we
               may
               endure
               ,
            
             
               Such
               miseries
               as
               never
               Mortals
               sure
            
             
               Before
               this
               time
               did
               feell
               !
               —
               yet
               live
               to
               see
            
             
               The
               Vulgar
               gazing
               both
               on
               thee
               ,
               and
               me
            
             
               As
               horrid
               spectacles
               of
               Heavenly
               wrath
               !
            
             
               —
               Yet
               live
               —
               that
               we
               may
               only
               wish
               for
               Death
               !
            
             
               Yet
               live
               !
               —
               to
               swim
               in
               oceans
               of
               Tears
               !
            
             
               And
               whine
               away
               a
               few
               unhappy
               years
               !
            
             
               Why
               this
               is
               madness
               !
               —
               madness
               !
               —
               yes
               —
               to
               me
            
             
               It
               appears
               madness
               in
               th'
               extream
               degree
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Why
               Husband
               then
               ,
               she
               says
               ,
               since
               all
               's
               now
               lost
               ,
            
             
               How
               mean
               〈◊〉
               look
               ▪
               in
               th●●
               ▪
               dear
               friend
               ,
               to
               boast
            
             
               Of
               a
               fantastick
               ,
               sullen
               patience
               ,
            
             
               A
               Virtue
               ,
               which
               no
               man
               of
               common
               sense
            
             
               Of
               Wit
               ,
               or
               Honour
               ever
               yet
               esteem'd
               ,
            
             
               A
               passive
               dulness
               ,
               hardly
               to
               be
               nam'd
            
             
               But
               with
               some
               indignation
               !
               —
               patience
               !
            
             
               Why
               here
               's
               a
               thing
               indeed
               —
               must
               thou
               dispense
            
             
               With
               loss
               of
               all
               ,
               only
               t'
               obtain
               the
               name
            
             
               Of
               patient
               ,
               i'
               th
               Records
               of
               future
               Fame
               !
            
             
               And
               this
               forsooth
               thou
               must
               call
               uprightness
               ,
            
             
               Why
               here
               's
               a
               stubborn
               humour
               I
               confess
               :
            
             
               A
               thing
               unworthy
               of
               a
               man
               of
               Wit
            
             
               A
               poor
               contented
               humour
               ,
               only
               fit
            
             
               For
               luteous
               Spirits
               !
               —
               still
               to
               bear
               respect
            
             
               To
               Heavens
               great
               Prince
               ,
               who
               doth
               thy
               crys
               neglect
               ,
            
             
               Who
               laughs
               at
               all
               thy
               pitiful
               addresses
               ,
            
             
             
               In
               these
               sad
               times
               ,
               and
               openly
               professes
            
             
               Himself
               thy
               enemy
               ;
               nor
               will
               he
               hear
            
             
               Thy
               most
               refined
               ,
               importuning
               Prayer
               .
            
             
               Yet
               still
               thou'lt
               trouble
               Heavens
               ,
               and
               spend
               thy
               time
            
             
               In
               this
               unpleasant
               ,
               and
               ill-sounding
               Chyme
            
             
               I'
               th'
               ears
               of
               our
               great
               God
               ,
               from
               such
               as
               thee
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               he
               ,
               who
               is
               not
               blind
               may
               plainly
               see
               ,
            
             
               He
               doth
               abhor
               :
               yet
               thou
               wilt
               still
               proceed
               ,
            
             
               And
               call
               to
               Heaven
               still
               ,
               as
               if
               indeed
            
             
               Thy
               bare
               Devotion
               could
               afford
               us
               Bread.
               
            
          
           
             
               Then
               ,
               to
               conclude
               ,
               says
               she
               ,
               let
               me
               advise
            
             
               Him
               ,
               whom
               I
               dearly
               love
               ,
               to
               be
               more
               wise
               ,
            
             
               Then
               thus
               persisting
               in
               his
               uprightness
               ,
            
             
               To
               loss
               himself
               by
               his
               own
               wilfulness
               .
            
             
               Dye
               rather
               then
               ,
               she
               says
               ,
               if
               thou'd
               be
               free
               ,
            
             
               From
               the
               sad
               pressures
               which
               now
               torture
               thee
               ;
            
             
               Do
               ,
               yes
               ,
               do
               something
               that
               deserveth
               death
               ,
            
             
               By
               Law
               ,
               and
               unto
               Justice
               yeeld
               thy
               Breath
               .
            
             
               For
               rather
               than
               thou
               should
               on
               Dung-hill
               ly
               ,
            
             
               A
               Spectacle
               to
               every
               one
               goes
               by
               ,
            
             
               
                 I
                 'de
                 have
                 thee
                 fairly
                 curse
                 thy
                 God
                 ,
                 and
                 dye
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               O
               the
               sad
               pangs
               of
               an
               afflicted
               life
               !
               
            
             
               That
               one
               should
               hear
               such
               language
               from
               his
               wife
               .
            
             
               Such
               language
               ,
               as
               would
               make
               this
               man
               despair
               ,
            
             
               But
               that
               he
               has
               a
               better
               Comforter
               ,
            
             
               Who
               bids
               him
               hope
               :
               to
               this
               shreud
               Harangue
               then
               ,
            
             
               He
               thus
               makes
               answer
               .
            
             
               Thou
               talkst
               like
               foolish
               Girle
               ,
               says
               he
               ,
               why
               Woman
               ,
            
             
               God
               in
               his
               mercy
               is
               oblig'd
               to
               no
               Man
               :
            
             
               For
               all
               the
               kindness
               he
               did
               ere
               extend
            
             
               To
               man
               ,
               or
               will
               do
               to
               the
               worlds
               end
            
             
               Is
               not
               th'
               effect
               of
               merits
               ,
               but
               indeed
            
             
               From
               his
               own
               goodness
               solely
               doth
               proceed
               .
            
             
               'T
               is
               true
               ,
               dear
               Wife
               ,
               he
               favoured
               us
               of
               late
            
             
               With
               a
               fair
               Issue
               ,
               and
               a
               great
               Estate
               ;
            
             
               But
               pray'
               dost
               think
               ,
               because
               he
               did
               allow
            
             
               Such
               Favours
               to
               us
               then
               ,
               that
               he
               should
               now
            
             
               Indulge
               us
               with
               his
               former
               bounty
               too
               .
            
             
               Shall
               we
               our selves
               no
               better
               understand
            
             
               Than
               to
               be
               taking
               good
               things
               from
               his
               hand
               ,
            
             
               Like
               Children
               ,
               with
               a
               canine
               Appetite
               ,
            
             
               And
               hang
               upon
               his
               table
               with
               delite
               ,
            
             
               And
               Complaisance
               ,
               while
               he
               affords
               us
               food
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               he
               were
               oblig'd
               to
               do
               us
               good
            
             
               Perpetually
               ,
               and
               not
               also
               take
            
             
               Ill
               from
               him
               kindly
               for
               his
               Justice
               sake
               ▪
            
          
           
             
               Then
               ,
               trust
               me
               ,
               Woman
               ,
               what
               our
               God
               has
               done
            
             
               In
               our
               concerns
               is
               very
               just
               ,
               and
               none
            
             
               But
               fools
               will
               of
               his
               Actions
               complain
               ,
            
             
               Since
               he
               who
               gives
               may
               freely
               take
               again
               .
            
             
               For
               shame
               let
               us
               then
               ,
               who
               Prosperity
            
             
               Have
               seen
               ,
               now
               God
               has
               sent
               Adversity
               ,
            
             
               Bear
               all
               our
               Griefs
               ▪
               and
               Losses
               patiently
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               By
               this
               officious
               Fame
               had
               published
               
            
             
               The
               news
               of
               Jobs
               Afflictions
               and
               spread
               ,
            
             
               Strange
               stories
               of
               his
               losses
               every
               where
               ,
            
             
               Which
               when
               three
               worthy
               Gentlemen
               did
               hear
               ,
            
             
               His
               Blood-relations
               ,
               (
               
                 but
                 what
                 yet
                 was
                 more
              
            
             
               
                 His
                 Friends
              
               )
               they
               did
               most
               heartily
               deplore
            
             
               His
               sad
               condition
               from
               their
               very
               soul
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               would
               make
               a
               Journey
               to
               condole
            
             
               With
               him
               in
               his
               affliction
               :
               for
               this
               end
               ,
            
             
               They
               Messengers
               did
               to
               each
               others
               send
               ,
            
             
               Appointed
               where
               their
               meeting
               place
               should
               be
               ,
            
             
               From
               whence
               they
               in
               a
               body
               might
               go
               see
            
             
               Their
               now
               distressed
               Friend
               ,
               whom
               formerly
            
             
               They
               had
               beheld
               in
               great
               Prosperity
               .
            
             
               Their
               Names
               were
               Eliphaz
               the
               Temanite
               ,
            
             
               Bildad
               the
               Shuhite
               ,
               Zophar
               the
               Naamathite
               ;
            
             
               Men
               of
               great
               wit
               and
               parts
               ,
               and
               certainly
            
             
               In
               their
               own
               Countries
               of
               great
               quality
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               we
               must
               think
               that
               Job
               was
               all
               alone
               ,
               
            
             
               For
               by
               this
               time
               his
               Wife
               was
               surely
               gone
               ,
            
             
               To
               shift
               i'
               th'
               Country
               for
               convenience
               ,
            
             
               Not
               able
               to
               subsist
               on
               patience
               ,
            
             
               But
               had
               (
               good
               Lady
               )
               now
               determined
            
             
               Not
               to
               return
               to
               what
               she
               once
               did
               wed
               ▪
            
             
               For
               good
               and
               evil
               ,
               for
               her
               Jointure
               now
            
             
               Was
               gone
               ,
               and
               all
               the
               Expectation
               too
            
             
               Of
               her
               afflicted
               Husbands
               Restauration
               ,
            
             
               Which
               made
               her
               soon
               abandon
               him
               in
               passion
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               then
               his
               friends
               did
               to
               the
               place
               draw
               nigh
               ,
            
             
               Where
               the
               afflicted
               man
               did
               pensive
               ly
               ;
            
             
               When
               first
               they
               see
               his
               face
               they
               were
               afraid
               ,
            
             
               And
               thought
               their
               guide
               had
               possibly
               betray'd
            
             
               Them
               by
               some
               trick
               ,
               and
               stead
               of
               their
               old
               friend
               ,
            
             
               Had
               brought
               them
               there
               to
               see
               some
               Ghost
               ,
               or
               Fiend
               .
            
             
               But
               when
               anon
               they
               did
               perceive
               't
               was
               he
               ,
            
             
               'T
               was
               he
               indeed
               ,
               whom
               they
               did
               mean
               to
               see
               ,
            
             
               How
               sadly
               then
               they
               mourn'd
               !
               how
               sore
               they
               weep't
               ,
            
             
               Rent
               all
               their
               Cloaths
               ,
               and
               on
               their
               heads
               they
               heap't
            
             
               Great
               quantity
               of
               dust
               ,
               as
               is
               the
               fashion
            
             
               In
               those
               parts
               to
               express
               their
               Lamentation
               .
            
             
               Then
               down
               beside
               him
               on
               the
               ground
               they
               sat
               ,
               
            
             
               Where
               seeing
               how
               his
               grief
               was
               dumbly
               great
               ,
            
             
               In
               Complaisance
               they
               also
               silence
               keep
               't
               .
            
             
               Seven
               Days
               ,
               and
               Nights
               ,
               and
               only
               sigh'd
               ,
               and
               weep't
               .
            
             
               But
               when
               they
               spoke
               ,
               the
               comfort
               they
               did
               bring
            
             
               Was
               little
               better
               ,
               than
               his
               female
               thing
            
             
               Afforded
               lately
               :
               for
               we
               soon
               shall
               see
            
             
               Those
               wise
               men
               with
               their
               Patient
               disagree
               ;
            
             
               And
               fly
               in
               passion
               ,
               whil'st
               they
               constantly
            
             
               Maintain
               a
               point
               ,
               which
               Job
               doth
               still
               deny
               .
            
             
               That
               man
               lives
               not
               on
               earth
               ,
               who
               never
               errs
               ,
            
             
               Good
               men
               may
               sometimes
               be
               bad
               Comforters
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             Cap.
             III.
             
          
           
             
               BUt
               when
               much
               time
               they
               had
               in
               silence
               spent
               ,
               
            
             
               At
               length
               Jobs
               Tunn'd
               up
               Sorrow
               must
               have
               vent
            
             
               Else
               he
               will
               burst
               —
            
             
               His
               Heart
               with
               strong
               fermenting
               Grief
               opprest
               ,
            
             
               Can
               now
               maintain
               its
               Post
               within
               his
               Breast
            
             
               No
               longer
               ,
               over-power'd
               with
               numerous
               woes
               ,
            
             
               Who
               now
               began
               it's
               passages
               to
               close
               ,
            
             
               With
               th'
               Rubbish
               of
               his
               Body
               ,
               which
               was
               now
            
             
               Prop't
               up
               ,
               and
               kep't
               in
               joynts
               with
               much
               adoe
               .
            
             
               For
               all
               th'
               assistance
               Sighs
               and
               Groans
               could
               make
               ,
            
             
               In
               pumping
               up
               his
               Sorrows
               seem'd
               to
               weak
               ,
            
             
               Against
               such
               swelling
               Griefs
               ;
               though
               he
               appears
            
             
               T'
               have
               voyded
               much
               in
               cataracts
               of
               Tears
               ,
            
             
               Which
               all
               this
               while
               had
               issued
               from
               his
               Eyes
               ;
            
             
               Yet
               if
               not
               rescu'd
               quickly
               by
               supplies
            
             
               Of
               cleansing
               words
               ▪
               and
               passionate
               expressions
               ,
            
             
               (
               Which
               most
               alleviate
               Grief
               at
               such
               occasions
               )
            
             
               Hee
               's
               gone
               .
               —
            
          
           
             
               When
               then
               he
               saw
               that
               he
               was
               forc'd
               to
               speak
               ,
            
             
               Before
               his
               Heart
               should
               all
               in
               peices
               break
               ,
            
             
               He
               thus
               began
               .
               —
               Curs'd
               be
               the
               day
               ,
               says
               he
               ,
               
            
             
               That
               to
               the
               World
               brought
               such
               a
               Wretch
               as
               me
               ,
            
             
               O
               thrice
               accurs'd
               be
               that
               unlucky
               day
               ,
            
             
               On
               which
               the
               Sun
               in
               complementing
               Ray
               ,
            
             
               Made
               its
               first
               visit
               ,
               and
               with
               smile
               did
               see
               ,
            
             
               In
               Infant
               posture
               such
               a
               thing
               as
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               Pregnant
               with
               grief
               then
               he
               begun
               to
               cry
               
            
             
               I'th'extream
               labour
               of
               his
               Agony
               ,
               —
            
             
               Let
               the
               day
               perish
               wherein
               I
               was
               born
               ,
            
             
               And
               ne're
               be
               nam'd
               hereafter
               but
               with
               scorn
               .
            
             
               Let
               the
               night
               ,
               says
               he
               ,
               in
               which
               it
               was
               said
            
             
               A
               Man
               child
               is
               Conceiv'd
               by
               overspread
            
             
               With
               a
               perpetual
               Cloud
               of
               darkness
               ,
               spite
            
             
               Of
               Fire
               and
               Tapers
               ,
               Lamps
               and
               Candle-light
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               darkness
               let
               my
               Birth-day
               have
               its
               shrine
               ,
               
            
             
               Let
               Heavens
               great
               Light
               no
               more
               upon
               it
               shine
               ,
            
             
               Let
               Providence
               of
               that
               day
               take
               no
               care
               ,
            
             
               Let
               it
               be
               dash'd
               out
               of
               the
               Calendar
               .
            
          
           
             
               Let
               it
               be
               wrapp'd
               up
               in
               a
               horrid
               Wreath
               ,
               
            
             
               Of
               its
               own
               colours
               ,
               let
               the
               shade
               of
               Death
            
             
               Mantle
               that
               fatal
               day
               ,
               let
               sable
               cloud
               ,
            
             
               I●s
               Noon-tide
               glory
               in
               sad
               darkness
               shroud
               .
            
             
               Let
               Astrologues
               ,
               when
               they
               the
               Year
               survey
               ,
            
             
               Mark
               that
               with
               Rubrick
               ,
               as
               a
               dismal
               day
               ,
               
            
          
           
             
               Let
               everlasting
               darkness
               damn
               that
               night
               ,
            
             
               Which
               was
               by
               too
               officious
               Candle
               light
            
             
               Assisted
               ,
               when
               any
               Mother
               did
               cry
               out
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               for
               my
               sake
               did
               in
               great
               labour
               shout
               .
            
             
               O
               that
               same
               dismal
               night
               !
               that
               night
               !
               that
               night
               !
            
             
               O
               that
               unhappy
               night
               !
               which
               with
               despite
            
             
               I
               'le
               ever
               name
               .
            
             
               O
               that
               accursed
               night
               ,
               let
               it
               be
               known
               ,
            
             
               To
               prying
               Devils
               ,
               and
               wandring
               Ghosts
               alone
               .
            
             
               Nay
               let
               it
               never
               so
               much
               honour
               bear
               ,
            
             
               As
               t'usher
               in
               the
               meanest
               day
               o'
               th'
               year
               .
            
             
               Let
               other
               nights
               with
               it
               no
               Commerce
               keep
               :
            
             
               In
               it
               let
               never
               mortal
               Creature
               sleep
               :
            
             
               Let
               all
               the
               other
               months
               o'
               th'
               year
               abhor
            
             
               This
               cursed
               night
               ,
               and
               ne're
               allow
               it
               more
            
             
               The
               former
               freedom
               of
               their
               Corporations
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               ever
               name
               i●
               in
               their
               Computations
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               that
               abominable
               night
               !
               that
               dire
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               cruel
               poynt
               of
               time
               !
               let
               never
               Fire
            
             
               Shine
               in
               that
               night
               !
               O
               let
               it
               never
               be
            
             
               From
               falling
               Stars
               ,
               and
               stinking
               Vapours
               free
               .
            
             
               Let
               such
               as
               do
               intend
               in
               Jollity
            
             
               To
               spend
               some
               hours
               in
               cheerful
               Company
            
             
               Abhor
               that
               fatal
               Season
               ,
               and
               delay
            
             
               Their
               merry
               meetings
               to
               the
               break
               of
               day
               .
            
          
           
             
               Let
               all
               ,
               who
               in
               extream
               necessity
               ,
               
            
             
               Abhor
               the
               hour
               of
               their
               Nativity
            
             
               Here
               bring
               their
               Curses
               ,
               and
               with
               great
               despite
               ,
            
             
               Throw
               thousand
               Maledictions
               on
               that
               night
               .
               —
            
             
               —
               O
               that
               thrice
               damned
               night
               !
               —
               let
               all
               conclude
            
             
               That
               night
               ,
               —
               that
               only
               must
               be
               understood
            
             
               T'
               have
               truly
               been
               the
               night
               in
               all
               the
               year
               ,
            
             
               In
               which
               their
               dreadful
               woes
               did
               first
               appear
               .
            
          
           
             
               That
               fatal
               night
               ,
               —
               that
               night
               ,
               —
               that
               woful
               night
               ,
               
            
             
               O
               let
               it
               never
               be
               adorn'd
               with
               Light.
            
             
               The
               Stars
               ,
               which
               in
               its
               twilight
               do
               appear
            
             
               Let
               them
               a
               sullen
               Russet
               Livery
               wear
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               thoseof
               all
               the
               other
               nights
               shine
               clear
               .
            
             
               O
               let
               the
               hopes
               of
               that
               unpitied
               night
            
             
               Be
               disappointed
               ,
               whilst
               Heavens
               Glorious
               Light
            
             
               Disdains
               its
               fulsome
               Vapours
               to
               dispel
               ,
            
             
               But
               leaves
               it
               ,
               as
               he
               found
               it
               ,
               black
               as
               He●●
               .
            
          
           
             
               Because
               it
               Seal'd
               ●ot
               up
               my
               Mothers
               Womb
               ,
               
            
             
               That
               in
               that
               Cell
               I
               might
               ha'
               found
               my
               Tomb
               ,
            
             
               That
               so
               I
               ne're
               a
               living
               Soul
               had
               been
               ,
            
             
               And
               those
               poor
               Eyes
               had
               ne're
               such
               sorrow
               seen
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ah
               why
               was
               I
               not
               stiffled
               in
               the
               Birth
               !
               
            
             
               Why
               did
               my
               unkind
               Mother
               bring
               me
               Forth
               !
            
             
               Why
               was
               I
               not
               in
               Gobbets
               cut
               for
               shame
               ,
            
             
               That
               such
               a
               Monster
               from
               the
               Belly
               came
               !
            
          
           
             
               But
               O
               ,
               since
               my
               poor
               Mother
               was
               constrain'd
               
            
             
               To
               cast
               me
               out
               ,
               what
               further
               then
               remain'd
               ,
            
             
               But
               that
               those
               Women
               ,
               who
               were
               present
               there
               ,
            
             
               Had
               laid
               my
               Body
               in
               the
               open
               Air.
            
             
               Would
               ,
               when
               she
               was
               of
               me
               Delivered
               ,
            
             
               The
               Mid-wife
               then
               had
               knock'd
               me
               in
               the
               Head.
            
             
               Would
               she
               had
               on
               the
               Pavement
               let
               me
               fall
               ▪
            
             
             
               Or
               ,
               with
               main
               force
               ,
               had
               dash't
               me
               '
               gainst
               the
               wall
               .
            
             
               O
               would
               she
               —
               would
               she
               had
               done
               any
               thing
               ,
            
             
               Might
               ha'
               preveen'd
               my
               present
               suffering
               .
            
             
               Nay
               ,
               since
               we
               think
               that
               some
               of
               those
               can
               guess
               ,
            
             
               From
               th'
               Infants
               forehead
               of
               its
               future
               case
               ,
            
             
               Could
               she
               not
               have
               discovered
               in
               my
               face
            
             
               My
               present
               state
               !
               —
               could
               she
               not
               plainly
               see
            
             
               What
               a
               sad
               creature
               I
               in
               time
               should
               be
               !
            
             
               Yes
               —
               sure
               she
               did
               :
               —
               O
               then
               why
               did
               she
               not
            
             
               In
               kindness
               to
               me
               cut
               my
               tender
               Throat
               !
            
             
               Alas
               how
               the
               good
               woman
               was
               to
               blame
               ,
               ,
            
             
               That
               did
               not
               kill
               me
               ,
               to
               prevent
               my
               shame
               !
            
             
               O
               why
               did
               women
               on
               their
               unkind
               knees
            
             
               Lay
               me
               ,
               as
               soon
               as
               born
               !
               —
               O
               why
               did
               these
            
             
               Linnens
               ,
               and
               Swadling
               cloaths
               for
               me
               provide
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               had
               they
               left
               me
               naked
               ,
               I
               had
               dy'd
               .
            
             
               Why
               did
               the
               Breasts
               in
               feeding
               Liquor
               flow
               ,
            
             
               And
               offer
               suck
               to
               such
               an
               Embryo
               !
            
          
           
             
               For
               ,
               but
               for
               these
               unhappy
               Courtesies
               ,
               
            
             
               Those
               most
               unseasonable
               Civilities
               ,
            
             
               Now
               in
               earths
               bosome
               I
               had
               lay'n
               at
               rest
            
             
               And
               not
               been
               with
               those
               ,
               akeing
               woes
               opprest
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               might
               ha'sleep't
               with
               Kings
               and
               Counsellors
               ,
               
            
             
               Who
               ,
               in
               their
               lives
               erected
               costly
               Tow'rs
               ,
            
             
               And
               Pyramids
               ,
               in
               Desarts
               ,
               to
               proclame
            
             
               By
               such
               wild
               Trophies
               ,
               how
               they
               courted
               fame
               .
            
          
           
             
               With
               Princes
               that
               had
               Silver
               heap'd
               in
               store
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               keep'd
               their
               Chests
               brimful
               with
               precious
               Ore
               ,
            
             
               The
               grand
               Horse-leeches
               of
               the
               Universe
               ,
            
             
               Th'
               earths
               high
               ,
               and
               most
               Illustrious
               Scavengers
               .
            
             
               Who
               ,
               with
               what
               Nature
               gave
               them
               ,
               not
               content
               ,
            
             
               Do
               rack
               her
               Bowels
               for
               her
               Excrement
               .
            
          
           
             
               Why
               as
               untimely
               Birth
               was
               I
               not
               hid
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               with
               some
               kindly
               toillet
               covered
               !
            
             
               Or
               as
               a
               still
               born
               Child
               ,
               who
               sees
               no
               light
               ,
            
             
               Wrapt
               in
               the
               dusky
               Blankets
               of
               the
               night
               !
            
          
           
             
               But
               O
               that
               all
               things
               should
               ha'
               contribute
               
            
             
               Thus
               to
               destroy
               me
               !
               since
               ,
               without
               dispute
               ,
            
             
               Had
               I
               then
               dy'd
               ,
               my
               happiness
               had
               been
            
             
               As
               great
               this
               very
               day
               as
               is
               my
               pain
               .
            
             
               For
               I
               had
               now
               secure
               from
               trouble
               sleep't
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               silent
               grave
               my
               quarter
               keep
               't
               .
            
             
               I
               —
               in
               the
               grave
               —
               the
               grave
               to
               be
               envy'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               wish'd
               beyond
               all
               Palaces
               beside
               .
            
             
               'T
               is
               there
               ,
               't
               is
               there
               ,
               't
               is
               there
               where
               only
               all
            
             
               The
               groaning
               world
               themselves
               can
               happy
               call
               .
            
             
               There
               both
               those
               who
               opprest
               ,
               and
               were
               opprest
            
             
               On
               earth
               ,
               enjoy
               uninterrupted
               rest
               .
            
             
               There
               all
               are
               Friends
               :
               there
               all
               our
               Picques
               and
               Jarrs
               ,
            
             
               Our
               Plots
               ,
               our
               Forraign
               ,
               and
               our
               Civil
               Wars
            
             
               Ly
               buryed
               with
               us
               ;
               I
               ,
               we
               all
               appear
            
             
               To
               be
               so
               many
               dormant
               Brethren
               there
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               boistrous
               Tyrant
               ,
               who
               in
               life
               did
               rage
               ,
            
             
               To
               whom
               no
               sleep
               could
               give
               an
               hours
               Soulage
               ;
            
             
             
               Who
               betwixt
               King
               ,
               and
               Prisoner
               spent
               his
               years
               ,
            
             
               Amidst
               a
               thousand
               jealousies
               and
               fears
               :
            
             
               In
               deaths
               cold
               arms
               when
               he
               encircled
               lyes
               ,
            
             
               Hee
               's
               free
               from
               all
               his
               Royal
               Miseries
               .
            
             
               The
               val●ant
               Warriour
               ,
               who
               ,
               in
               life
               ,
               enjoy'd
            
             
               But
               little
               rest
               ,
               and
               was
               most
               part
               employ'd
            
             
               In
               action
               ,
               ready
               still
               to
               march
               ,
               or
               fight
               ,
            
             
               And
               knew
               no
               difference
               betwixt
               day
               ,
               and
               night
               :
            
             
               Free
               from
               Allarm
               of
               Trumpets
               ,
               under
               ground
            
             
               He
               sweetly
               sleeps
               ,
               until
               last
               Trumpet
               sound
               .
            
          
           
             
               Poor
               Prisoners
               ,
               who
               were
               in
               life
               distrest
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               by
               their
               cruel
               Creditors
               opprest
               ,
            
             
               In
               grave
               together
               comfortably
               rest
               .
            
             
               No
               Usurer
               against
               them
               doth
               declare
            
             
               In
               Court
               ,
               no
               Action
               lies
               against
               them
               there
               .
            
             
               Free
               from
               the
               gingling
               noise
               of
               Chaines
               ,
               and
               Keyes
               ,
            
             
               And
               weekly
               threatnings
               ,
               for
               their
               weekly
               Fees
               ,
            
             
               In
               Deaths
               low
               Rooms
               the
               Wretches
               sleep
               with
               ease
               .
            
          
           
             
               There
               ,
               there
               both
               poor
               ,
               and
               rich
               ,
               both
               low
               and
               high
               
            
             
               Princes
               ,
               and
               Peasants
               undistinguish'd
               lye
               .
            
             
               Those
               ,
               who
               in
               life
               imagin'd
               ,
               they
               excell'd
            
             
               All
               others
               ,
               and
               with
               vain
               Opinion
               swell'd
            
             
               Of
               their
               own
               parts
               ,
               do
               in
               the
               grave
               appear
            
             
               But
               even
               as
               those
               ,
               whom
               they
               call
               Dunces
               here
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Servant
               there
               is
               from
               his
               Master
               free
               ,
            
             
               No
               former
               quarrels
               make
               them
               disagree
               .
            
             
               The
               slave
               ,
               who
               all
               his
               life-time
               made
               no
               gain
               ,
            
             
               But
               what
               he
               earn'd
               betwixt
               the
               whip
               and
               chain
               ,
            
             
               Who
               oft
               his
               freedom
               would
               ,
               with
               tears
               ,
               demand
               ,
            
             
               And
               long'd
               to
               be
               turn'd
               by
               his
               Masters
               hand
               ,
            
             
               But
               still
               deny'd
               ,
               in
               grave
               that
               blessing
               hath
               ,
            
             
               And
               only
               owes
               his
               liberty
               to
               death
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               Death
               !
               —
               who
               can
               thy
               Excellence
               declare
               !
            
             
               What
               state
               of
               life
               can
               we
               with
               thine
               compare
               !
            
             
               In
               life
               we
               waste
               a
               few
               unhappy
               years
               ,
            
             
               In
               a
               continued
               Labarinth
               of
               tears
               ,
            
             
               'Twixt
               envy
               ,
               and
               compassion
               here
               we
               breath
               ,
            
             
               Preferring
               worst
               estate
               of
               life
               to
               death
               .
            
             
               For
               O
               this
               notion
               of
               life
               ,
               this
               bare
               ,
            
             
               And
               mean
               conception
               of
               a
               breathing
               here
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               in
               our
               wanton
               ears
               so
               sweetly
               sound
               ,
            
             
               That
               we
               abhorre
               the
               thoughts
               of
               under-ground
               .
            
             
               Fools
               ▪
               who
               'd
               be
               rather
               toss'd
               'twixt
               wind
               and
               wave
               ,
            
             
               Than
               sleep
               on
               Bed
               of
               Roses
               in
               the
               grave
               !
            
             
               Whilst
               all
               bedaub'd
               with
               sweat
               in
               noon-tide-light
               ,
            
             
               Does
               not
               the
               wearied
               Labourer
               long
               for
               night
               ?
            
             
               That
               free
               from
               toyl
               ,
               he
               may
               enjoy
               ,
               at
               best
               ,
            
             
               But
               the
               poor
               Favour
               of
               a
               few
               hours
               rest
               .
            
             
               Though
               quickly
               rouz'd
               ,
               before
               the
               Sun
               appear
               ,
            
             
               With
               morning-blush
               upon
               our
               Hemisphere
               .
            
             
               Hee
               's
               forc'd
               again
               to
               toil
               .
               —
            
             
               Then
               O
               how
               much
               ,
               then
               o
               how
               much
               should
               those
               ,
            
             
               Who
               in
               this
               sleep
               of
               life
               find
               no
               repose
               ,
            
             
               Wish
               sor
               the
               sleep
               of
               death
               ,
               in
               which
               they
               may
               ,
            
             
             
               Beyond
               the
               fear
               of
               interrupting
               day
               ,
            
             
               Though
               thunder
               round
               this
               lower
               world
               should
               roar
               ,
            
             
               Sleep
               undisturb'd
               ,
               while
               Heavens
               shall
               be
               no
               more
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               why
               should
               one
               be
               thus
               compell'd
               to
               live
               ,
               
            
             
               That
               fain
               would
               dye
               ?
               Why
               should
               th'
               Almighty
               give
            
             
               A
               Lease
               of
               Life
               to
               one
               ,
               who
               seriously
            
             
               Hates
               it
               so
               much
               that
               he
               doth
               long
               to
               dy
               !
            
             
               For
               what
               is
               life
               to
               one
               ,
               that
               's
               destitute
            
             
               Of
               all
               the
               favours
               it
               can
               contribute
               ?
            
             
               What
               man
               is
               he
               on
               earth
               that
               can
               be
               able
               ,
            
             
               When
               of
               what
               even
               doth
               make
               it
               tolerable
            
             
               This
               life
               is
               spoil'd
               ,
               ah
               who
               is
               he
               ,
               who
               then
            
             
               For
               love
               of
               life
               would
               suffer
               so
               much
               pain
            
             
               As
               I
               endure
               .
               —
            
          
           
             
               Then
               why
               should
               one
               desire
               to
               live
               ,
               who
               lyes
            
             
               Environ'd
               with
               a
               thousand
               miseries
               ?
            
             
               A
               wretched
               man
               ,
               —
               a
               man
               ,
               who
               hardly
               knows
            
             
               What
               life
               is
               now
               ▪
               —
               only
               he
               doth
               suppose
               ,
            
             
               By
               th'
               figure
               of
               his
               present
               suffering
               ,
            
             
               This
               life
               must
               be
               some
               very
               naughty
               thing
               .
            
          
           
             
               Some
               naughty
               thing
               !
               —
               yes
               sure
               it
               must
               be
               such
               ,
               
            
             
               As
               wise
               men
               never
               can
               despise
               too
               much
               :
            
             
               A
               thing
               it
               is
               esteem'd
               by
               none
               ,
               but
               Fools
            
             
               A
               thing
               ,
               which
               Boyes
               are
               even
               taught
               at
               Schools
            
             
               To
               undervalue
               :
               nay
               each
               man
               doth
               boast
            
             
               Himself
               the
               bravest
               ,
               who
               contemns
               it
               most
               .
            
             
               The
               Cob
               ▪
               web-product
               of
               a
               toiling
               breath
            
             
               Never
               compleat
               ,
               while
               finished
               by
               Death
               .
            
             
               A
               silly
               toy
               ,
               which
               ,
               as
               we
               come
               to
               years
               ,
            
             
               Still
               to
               us
               more
               ridiculous
               appears
               .
            
             
               'T
               is
               true
               this
               lise
               bestowes
               all
               empty
               pleasures
            
             
               On
               men
               on
               earth
               ,
               it
               gives
               them
               Honours
               ,
               Treasures
               ,
            
             
               Revenge
               ,
               and
               Success
               ,
               yes
               these
               Life
               doth
               give
               ,
            
             
               For
               which
               these
               Aery
               Fools
               desire
               to
               live
               .
            
             
               As
               those
               who
               dream
               to
               sleep
               ;
               but
               after
               all
               ;
            
             
               When
               they
               on
               serious
               Contemplation
               fall
               :
            
             
               When
               their
               own
               minds
               do
               tell
               them
               all
               is
               vain
               ,
            
             
               Which
               they
               thought
               here
               was
               Permanent
               ,
               —
               O
               then
            
             
               O
               then
               how
               they
               abhor
               this
               Life
               ,
               and
               fain
            
             
               Would
               be
               out
               of
               its
               Intrigue
               :
               yes
               at
               length
               ,
            
             
               When
               they
               perceive
               how
               all
               their
               wit
               ,
               and
               strength
            
             
               Is
               baffled
               by
               some
               pitiful
               disease
               ,
            
             
               Which
               on
               their
               bodies
               then
               begins
               to
               seise
               :
            
             
               Lord
               how
               they
               're
               vext
               ,
               and
               penitently
               think
            
             
               Of
               Life
               ,
               as
               men
               next
               morning
               after
               drink
               ;
            
             
               When
               the
               sad
               pleasures
               of
               their
               Cups
               now
               make
            
             
               Their
               Stomachs
               sick
               ,
               their
               Heads
               with
               horrour
               ake
               :
            
             
               I
               then
               ,
               as
               these
               their
               Cups
               ,
               so
               these
               abhor
            
             
               Their
               Lives
               ,
               and
               swear
               they
               'll
               never
               love
               them
               more
               .
            
             
               But
               wearied
               of
               the
               Inconvenience
            
             
               Which
               Life
               affords
               ,
               with
               great
               Impatience
               ,
            
             
               O
               how
               they
               long
               to
               be
               a
               trudging
               hence
               ,
            
             
               With
               groans
               they
               hast
               the
               Journey
               of
               their
               breath
               ,
            
             
               And
               never
               rest
               till
               they
               arrive
               at
               Death
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Should
               any
               then
               extravagantly
               sad
               ,
               
            
             
               As
               I
               am
               now
               ,
               be
               yet
               alace
               so
               mad
               ,
            
             
               As
               wish
               to
               live
               !
               —
               no
               sure
               ,
               or
               if
               he
               do
               ,
            
             
               That
               man
               deserves
               no
               pity
               —
            
             
               For
               a
               poor
               living
               man
               ,
               with
               grief
               oppress●t
               ,
            
             
               I
               —
               horrid
               grief
               ,
               —
               should
               have
               in
               mind
               no
               rest
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               clogg'd
               with
               Fetters
               of
               a
               lingring
               Breath
               ,
            
             
               But
               ,
               in
               his
               Torments
               ,
               force
               resisting
               Death
               ;
            
             
               Yes
               ,
               and
               in
               Joyes
               mad
               excesse
               ,
               fondly
               rave
               ,
            
             
               When
               he
               's
               so
               happy
               ,
               as
               to
               find
               his
               Grave
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               why
               is
               Life
               upon
               a
               man
               bestow'd
               ,
               
            
             
               That
               would
               of
               Death
               be
               insolently
               proud
               !
            
             
               Of
               Death
               —
               I
               and
               esteem
               that
               favour
               more
               ,
            
             
               Then
               all
               the
               Blessings
               he
               enjoy'd
               before
               .
            
             
               —
               O
               then
               ,
               kind
               Death
               ,
               now
               let
               me
               see
               thy
               Face
               :
            
             
               O
               wilt
               thou
               me
               in
               thy
               cold
               Arms
               embrace
               :
            
             
               Make
               haste
               —
               make
               haste
               ,
               for
               I
               'me
               with
               Life
               opprest
               ,
            
             
               If
               thou
               hast
               any
               love
               for
               me
               ,
               make
               haste
               ,
            
             
               Haste
               ,
               —
               haste
               ,
               —
               for
               Heaven
               sake
               —
               haste
               —
            
             
               For
               why
               is
               Life
               upon
               a
               man
               bestow'd
               ,
            
             
               To
               whom
               his
               God
               no
               Comfort
               hath
               allow'd
               !
            
             
               Why
               should
               I
               be
               condemn'd
               to
               Live
               ,
               when
               all
            
             
               What
               in
               this
               World
               I
               could
               Pleasure
               call
            
             
               Is
               gone
               :
               —
               when
               Felons
               are
               allow'd
               to
               Dye
               ,
            
             
               After
               the
               Fisque
               has
               stripp't
               them
               ,
               —
               why
               should
               I
            
             
               Not
               yet
               ,
               —
               not
               yet
               convict
               of
               any
               Crime
               ,
            
             
               Bear
               the
               sad
               threatnings
               of
               insulting
               Time
               !
            
             
               —
               Insulting
               Time
               !
               that
               doth
               my
               Case
               proclaim
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               gentle
               Death
               would
               cover
               all
               my
               shame
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               let
               me
               dye
               ,
               —
               yes
               dye
               —
               and
               never
               more
               
            
             
               The
               benefit
               of
               a
               poor
               Life
               implore
               :
            
             
               —
               Of
               a
               poor
               Life
               ,
               a
               Life
               so
               poor
               and
               mean
               ,
            
             
               A
               Life
               so
               larded
               with
               sad
               grief
               ,
               and
               pain
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               his
               mortal
               foe
               a
               man
               would
               curse
               ,
            
             
               All
               his
               invention
               could
               not
               wish
               him
               worse
               ,
            
             
               Then
               I
               am
               now
               ,
               —
               then
               I
               am
               —
               I
               —
               sad
               I
            
             
               Who
               ,
               that
               I
               may
               be
               sadder
               ,
               must
               not
               dye
               .
            
             
               —
               Lord
               how
               my
               Sighs
               —
               with
               force
               ingeminate
            
             
               Pump
               up
               whole
               floods
               of
               Tears
               ,
               which
               ,
               when
               I
               eat
               ,
            
             
               Are
               now
               the
               only
               Sawces
               to
               my
               Meat
               .
            
             
               For
               ,
               from
               my
               Eyes
               ,
               these
               ,
               as
               from
               Water-spout
            
             
               Like
               Rain
               :
               swoln
               Torrents
               ,
               issue
               always
               out
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               let
               me
               dye
               ,
               —
               O
               let
               me
               quickly
               dye
               
            
             
               As
               others
               do
               ,
               and
               not
               so
               cruelly
            
             
               Be
               forc'd
               thus
               to
               survive
               my
               Losse
               ,
               and
               see
            
             
               Under
               the
               Heavens
               no
               sinful
               man
               ,
               like
               me
               .
            
             
               No
               sinful
               man
               ,
               —
               no
               none
               of
               all
               that
               Race
            
             
               So
               much
               opprest
               as
               I
               am
               —
               none
               alace
            
             
               Of
               Heavens
               foes
               suffering
               so
               much
               as
               I
               ,
            
             
               Who
               liv'd
               by
               th'
               Laws
               ,
               and
               Rules
               of
               Piety
               :
            
             
               As
               I
               ,
               who
               always
               studied
               to
               shun
            
             
               Those
               Courses
               ,
               which
               a
               many
               Mortals
               run
               :
            
             
               As
               I
               ,
               who
               always
               shunn'd
               to
               give
               occasion
            
             
               To
               my
               (
               indeed
               kind
               God
               )
               of
               provocation
               :
            
             
             
               But
               now
               I
               plainly
               see
               my
               former
               Zeal
            
             
               And
               Piety
               could
               not
               with
               him
               prevail
            
             
               T'
               avert
               this
               blow
               —
               no
               —
               no
               —
               my
               clouds
               of
               Prayers
            
             
               Are
               now
               dissolv'd
               in
               deluges
               of
               Tears
               ▪
            
             
               And
               I
               must
               suffer
               now
               what
               never
               man
            
             
               Endur'd
               before
               me
               ,
               since
               the
               world
               began
               .
            
          
           
             
               Indeed
               in
               th'
               affluence
               of
               my
               former
               bless
               ,
            
             
               I
               still
               would
               fear
               this
               sad
               Catastasis
               :
            
             
               And
               these
               same
               thoughts
               did
               so
               my
               Spirit
               seize
               ,
            
             
               As
               ,
               in
               the
               night
               time
               my
               o're
               wearied
               eyes
            
             
               Had
               little
               sleep
               :
               for
               I
               could
               ne're
               endure
            
             
               In
               all
               my
               prosp'rous
               time
               ,
               to
               live
               secure
               ,
            
             
               As
               some
               ,
               who
               on
               their
               earthly
               Blessings
               rest
               ,
            
             
               Which
               makes
               me
               so
               uneasily
               d●gest
            
             
               My
               present
               troubles
               .
               —
               O
               then
               let
               me
               dye
            
             
               For
               since
               alace
               my
               ●eal
               and
               Piety
               ,
            
             
               My
               Prayers
               ,
               my
               Tears
               ,
               my
               daily
               Offerings
            
             
               Could
               not
               prevent
               my
               present
               Sufferings
               :
            
             
               How
               should
               I
               think
               they
               can
               me
               extricate
            
             
               Out
               of
               this
               sad
               ,
               and
               miscrable
               state
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               let
               me
               dye
               —
               O
               let
               me
               dye
               again
               —
            
             
               I
               beg
               it
               ,
               Lord
               —
               let
               me
               be
               out
               of
               pain
            
             
               At
               any
               rate
               —
               let
               not
               thy
               dreadful
               wrath
            
             
               Deprive
               me
               of
               the
               benefit
               of
               death
               ;
            
             
               As
               it
               has
               done
               of
               all
               things
               here
               below
               ,
            
             
               N●
               —
               my
               good
               God
               —
               permit
               it
               not
               ,
               for
               so
            
             
               I
               shall
               in
               horrour
               live
               ,
               and
               possibly
               ,
            
             
               After
               long
               sufferings
               ,
               in
               despair
               shall
               dye
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               let
               me
               dye
               then
               —
               for
               thy
               mercies
               sake
               ,
            
             
               Lord
               let
               me
               dye
               —
               and
               force
               me
               not
               to
               take
            
             
               Those
               resolutions
               ,
               which
               some
               other
               men
            
             
               Would
               take
               ,
               if
               in
               such
               misery
               ,
               and
               pain
               .
            
             
               —
               Burst
               then
               ,
               poor
               heart
               —
               O
               split
               —
               burst
               speedily
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               may
               have
               the
               happiness
               to
               dye
               .
            
             
               —
               To
               dye
               ,
               and
               then
               I
               know
               my
               Makers
               wrath
            
             
               For
               all
               this
               ,
               will
               be
               by
               my
               single
               death
            
             
               Quickly
               appeas'd
               ,
               and
               in
               the
               grave
               I
               shall
            
             
               Rest
               sweetly
               free
               of
               troubles
               ,
               after
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               death
               ,
               what
               mortal
               can
               thy
               worth
               esteem
               !
            
             
               Who
               's
               he
               can
               thy
               intrinsick
               value
               name
               !
            
             
               All
               states
               of
               life
               are
               daily
               to
               be
               sold
               ,
            
             
               But
               thou
               death
               art
               not
               ,
               to
               be
               had
               for
               gold
               ▪
            
             
               Though
               th'
               world
               of
               life
               but
               one
               great
               mercat
               be
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               all
               's
               bought
               up
               ,
               and
               there
               's
               none
               left
               for
               me
               ,
            
             
               But
               that
               ,
               which
               even
               mad
               men
               would
               abhor
               :
            
             
               Then
               why
               should
               I
               this
               life
               keep
               any
               more
               .
            
             
               —
               This
               life
               —
               this
               hellish
               life
               —
               O
               now
               ,
               kind
               death
            
             
               Ease
               me
               of
               this
               ,
               and
               take
               my
               parting
               Breath
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               burst
               ,
               sad
               heart
               —
               what
               cannot
               all
               my
               Art
            
             
               Be
               able
               yet
               to
               burst
               one
               broken
               heart
               !
            
             
               —
               Yes
               sure
               —
               burst
               quickly
               —
               let
               me
               quickly
               dye
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               this
               ugly
               ●●unghill
               ,
               where
               I
               lye
            
             
               Let
               me
               be
               buryed
               —
               but
               ,
               my
               Friends
               ,
               take
               heed
            
             
               My
               Body
               with
               much
               earth
               be
               covered
               .
            
             
             
               Under
               a
               heap
               of
               stones
               ,
               lest
               Labouring
               Men
            
             
               Digging
               this
               Dung
               hill
               in
               the
               Season
               ,
               when
            
             
               They
               dung
               their
               grounds
               ,
               should
               find
               my
               Carcass
               here
               ,
            
             
               For
               if
               uncovered
               ▪
               will
               infect
               the
               Air.
               
            
          
        
      
       
         
           PART
           II.
           
        
         
           
             Cap.
             IV.
             
          
           
             
               JOB
               having
               thus
               attempted
               to
               express
               
            
             
               That
               inward
               grief
               ,
               which
               did
               his
               Soul
               oppress
               ,
            
             
               One
               of
               his
               three
               Friends
               ,
               Eliphaz
               ,
               by
               name
               ,
            
             
               Did
               him
               thus
               tartly
               for
               his
               passion
               blame
               .
            
             
               Should
               we
               ,
               says
               he
               ,
               with
               thee
               expostulate
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               ,
               on
               the
               matter
               ,
               enter
               in
               debate
               ;
            
             
               We
               see
               the
               heat
               of
               thy
               impatience
            
             
               Is
               such
               ,
               as
               our
               discourse
               may
               give
               off●nce
               .
            
             
               Yet
               though
               thou
               should
               ▪
               st
               be
               vext
               ,
               and
               curse
               us
               all
               ,
            
             
               As
               thou
               hast
               done
               thy
               birth-day
               ,
               nothing
               shall
            
             
               Make
               us
               forget
               our
               duty
               (
               for
               reprove
            
             
               The
               errors
               of
               a
               man
               we
               so
               much
               love
               ;
            
             
               We
               must
               indeed
               )
               then
               pray
               who
               can
               forbear
            
             
               To
               answer
               thee
               ,
               when
               such
               discourse
               we
               hear
            
             
               Of
               thy
               great
               zeal
               ,
               and
               piety
               of
               late
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               grace
               thy
               virtue
               ,
               and
               I
               know
               not
               what
               ,
            
             
               By
               which
               thou'd
               make
               us
               think
               forsooth
               ,
               that
               he
            
             
               Who
               cannot
               act
               unjus●ly
               ,
               punish'd
               thee
            
             
               Without
               a
               fault
               preceeding
               —
               very
               fair
               ,
            
             
               Pray
               ,
               who
               with
               patience
               can
               such
               language
               hear
               ?
            
             
               Should
               in
               our
               hearing
               one
               of
               God
               complain
            
             
               Unjustly
               and
               from
               answer●ng
               we
               abstain
               ?
            
          
           
             
               No
               ,
               no
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               we
               came
               not
               here
               indeed
               ,
               
            
             
               To
               hear
               thee
               in
               thy
               Passions
               exceed
            
             
               The
               rage
               of
               mad-men
               ▪
               or
               allow
               thee
               so
            
             
               To
               cry
               ,
               and
               overact
               a
               man
               of
               woe
               .
            
             
               For
               shame
               —
               how
               mean
               a
               thing
               it
               is
               to
               see
            
             
               Thy
               mind
               thus
               discompos'd
               ,
               that
               such
               as
               thee
            
             
               Whose
               eminent
               prudence
               ▪
               virtue
               ,
               piety
            
             
               And
               long
               experience
               o'
               th'
               worlds
               vanity
               ,
            
             
               We
               thought
               had
               taught
               thee
               to
               know
               better
               things
               ,
            
             
               That
               such
               as
               thee
               ,
               in
               foolish
               murmurings
            
             
               Should
               bluster
               thus
               .
               —
               —
            
          
           
             
               Thou
               who
               didst
               others
               in
               affliction
               teach
               
            
             
               How
               to
               behave
               ,
               would
               to
               them
               patience
               preach
               ,
            
             
               And
               how
               with
               crosses
               they
               should
               be
               content
               ,
            
             
               Thy self
               to
               become
               thus
               impatient
               !
            
             
               Thou
               ,
               who
               in
               troubles
               others
               hast
               restor'd
            
             
               Canst
               thou
               no
               comfort
               to
               thy self
               afford
               ?
            
          
           
             
             
               Others
               thou'd
               check
               ,
               when
               in
               Adversity
               ,
               
            
             
               As
               thou
               dost
               now
               ,
               they
               'd
               passionately
               cry
               ,
            
             
               And
               curse
               their
               Birth-day
               ,
               as
               thou
               now
               hast
               done
               ;
            
             
               Afflictions
               at
               length
               are
               come
               upon
            
             
               Thy self
               ,
               and
               thou
               art
               griev'd
               ,
               it
               toucheth
               thee
            
             
               I'
               th'
               quick
               ,
               and
               thou
               art
               all
               in
               flames
               ,
               we
               see
               .
            
          
           
             
               Where
               's
               now
               thy
               fear
               of
               God
               ?
               thy
               confidence
               
            
             
               In
               him
               ?
               thy
               Uprightness
               ?
               thy
               Patience
               ?
            
             
               Where
               are
               those
               Virtues
               now
               ?
               —
               what
               —
               are
               they
               fled
               ,
            
             
               At
               such
               time
               ,
               as
               thou
               most
               of
               them
               hast
               need
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Why
               should'st
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               like
               mad-man
               then
               cry
               out
               ,
               
            
             
               In
               view
               of
               all
               thy
               Neighbours
               round
               about
               ?
            
             
               And
               set
               out
               thy
               condition
               ,
               with
               such
               Art
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               ,
               without
               cause
               ,
               thou
               afflicted
               wer
               't
               ?
            
             
               Have
               not
               thy
               sins
               call'd
               for
               thy
               punishment
               ?
            
             
               Prethee
               forbear
               then
               this
               thy
               vain
               Complaint
               ,
            
             
               Who
               ever
               perish'd
               being
               Innocent
               ?
            
             
               Pray
               ,
               call
               to
               mind
               how
               thou
               hast
               liv'd
               before
               ,
            
             
               As
               other
               sinners
               ,
               and
               complain
               no
               more
               .
            
             
               Revise
               the
               Annals
               of
               thy
               former
               time
               ,
            
             
               And
               thou
               wilt
               surely
               find
               the
               hidden
               Crime
               ,
            
             
               For
               which
               we
               all
               of
               us
               perceive
               indeed
            
             
               Thou
               now
               art
               most
               severely
               punished
               .
            
          
           
             
               Consider
               this
               pray
               ,
               and
               without
               debate
               ,
               
            
             
               Thou
               'lt
               not
               so
               with
               thy
               God
               expostulate
               .
            
             
               He
               acts
               according
               to
               most
               upright
               Laws
               ,
            
             
               And
               punishes
               no
               man
               ,
               without
               a
               Cause
               .
            
             
               But
               I
               've
               observ'd
               that
               Antecedent
               sin
               ,
            
             
               (
               How
               slow
               soever
               )
               still
               doth
               usher
               in
            
             
               Punishment
               to
               it self
               proportionate
               ,
            
             
               Which
               still
               attends
               the
               sinner
               ,
               soon
               ,
               or
               late
               .
            
             
               So
               ,
               in
               his
               Judgement
               on
               his
               sins
               may
               read
               ,
            
             
               And
               see
               the
               Cause
               ,
               from
               whence
               his
               woes
               proceed
               .
            
             
               For
               I
               have
               often
               seen
               that
               such
               as
               Plow
            
             
               Your
               heathy
               Ground
               ,
               and
               corrupt
               Seed
               do
               Sow
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               their
               Labours
               ,
               when
               their
               Harvest
               came
               ,
            
             
               They'd
               Reap
               no
               other
               ,
               but
               the
               very
               same
               .
            
          
           
             
               Vain
               men
               !
               who
               ,
               cause
               not
               punish'd
               instantly
               ,
               
            
             
               Mistake
               forbearance
               for
               indemnity
               :
            
             
               At
               least
               they
               think
               ,
               when
               Judgements
               God
               designs
               ,
            
             
               He
               'l
               be
               so
               kind
               ,
               as
               by
               some
               outward
               Signs
               ,
            
             
               To
               give
               them
               Warning
               ,
               and
               proclaim
               the
               War
               ,
            
             
               By
               th'
               Herauldry
               of
               some
               Portentuous
               Star
               ▪
            
             
               In
               praevious
               threatnings
               he
               'l
               the
               work
               begin
               ,
            
             
               And
               not
               surprize
               them
               napping
               in
               their
               sin
               :
            
             
               So
               ,
               ere
               th'
               arryval
               of
               their
               punishment
               ,
            
             
               They
               may
               have
               some
               small
               leasure
               to
               repent
               ,
            
             
               By
               which
               perhaps
               they
               may
               these
               ills
               prevent
               .
            
             
               Poor
               fools
               ,
               who
               grossely
               do
               themselves
               abuse
            
             
               With
               such
               wild
               notions
               ,
               as
               if
               God
               should
               use
            
             
               What
               methods
               they
               prescrib'd
               ,
               and
               give
               them
               time
            
             
               First
               to
               Commit
               ,
               then
               mourn
               for
               every
               Crime
               .
            
             
               But
               let
               's
               suppose
               that
               God
               Almighty
               now
            
             
               To
               Sinning
               men
               such
               warnings
               should
               allow
            
             
               In
               that
               case
               ,
               pray
               what
               would
               these
               wretches
               do
               ?
            
             
             
               Would
               they
               repent
               ?
               I
               doubt
               they
               would
               not
               :
               —
               nay
            
             
               I
               think
               they
               'd
               rather
               crave
               a
               longer
               day
               ;
            
             
               That
               they
               might
               mourn
               ,
               with
               more
               convenience
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               perhaps
               some
               hours
               ,
               ere
               they
               go
               hence
               ,
            
             
               They'd
               drop
               a
               Tear
               ,
               or
               two
               ,
               and
               openly
            
             
               Confess
               ,
               what
               they
               no
               longer
               dare
               deny
               ,
            
             
               So
               fraught
               with
               hopes
               ,
               and
               sins
               ,
               they
               'd
               shrewdly
               dy
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               then
               we
               see
               to
               warn
               ,
               and
               to
               surprize
            
             
               Is
               all
               one
               thing
               ,
               for
               no
               man
               ,
               while
               he
               dies
            
             
               Thinks
               on
               Repentance
               ,
               and
               it
               may
               be
               then
            
             
               With
               a
               few
               puting
               words
               ,
               opprest
               with
               pain
               ,
            
             
               He
               'l
               say
               he
               's
               truly
               griev'd
               to
               think
               upon
            
             
               His
               former
               Actings
               ,
               and
               begin
               annon
            
             
               To
               settle
               his
               affaires
               ;
               and
               possibly
            
             
               Emit
               some
               pious
               groans
               before
               he
               dye
               .
            
             
               Vain
               ,
               
                 hoping
                 sinner
              
               !
               on
               what
               grounds
               should
               he
            
             
               Thus
               make
               account
               ?
               when
               we
               may
               dayly
               see
            
             
               How
               when
               a
               many
               swell
               with
               boystrous
               Pride
               ,
            
             
               And
               undervalue
               all
               Mankind
               beside
               ▪
            
             
               Death
               ,
               or
               Destruction
               suddainly
               appears
               ,
            
             
               And
               pulls
               them
               out
               o'
               th'
               world
               by
               the
               Ears
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               instance
               see
               some
               proud
               imperious
               thing
               ,
               
            
             
               Amongst
               its
               Neighbours
               keep
               such
               Revelling
               ,
            
             
               As
               Lyons
               ,
               and
               their
               Broods
               in
               Forrests
               do
            
             
               Amongst
               their
               Fellow
               bruits
               :
               for
               mark
               but
               how
               ,
            
             
               By
               the
               same
               Law
               ,
               as
               those
               do
               bear
               away
            
             
               What
               e're
               they
               find
               ,
               proclaiming
               it
               their
               prey
               ,
            
             
               So
               the
               oppressing
               wretch
               ,
               under
               pretence
            
             
               Of
               Law
               ,
               and
               Justice
               ,
               by
               plain
               violence
               ,
            
             
               Seizes
               on
               all
               his
               Neighbours
               Lands
               around
               ,
            
             
               And
               then
               with
               Law-suits
               doth
               them
               so
               confound
               ,
            
             
               They
               'r
               glad
               at
               length
               for
               Aikers
               to
               compound
               ,
            
             
               And
               be
               his
               Tennents
               .
               Yet
               for
               all
               his
               Pride
               ,
            
             
               When
               in
               Oppressions
               triumph
               he
               doth
               Ride
               ,
            
             
               God
               strikes
               this
               lofty
               Tyrant
               on
               the
               Face
               ,
            
             
               And
               layes
               him
               i
               th'
               Dust
               ,
               with
               all
               his
               cursed
               Race
               .
            
          
           
             
               As
               dead
               he
               lyes
               ,
               and
               no
               man
               doth
               bemoan
               him
               ,
               
            
             
               From
               every
               corner
               Pleas
               break
               out
               upon
               him
               :
            
             
               All
               those
               ,
               whose
               means
               by
               force
               he
               did
               retain
               ,
            
             
               Are
               soon
               restored
               to
               their
               own
               again
               .
            
             
               Then
               this
               poor
               Lyon
               starves
               ,
               for
               lack
               of
               food
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               pity
               him
               ,
               although
               he
               roar
               aloud
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               his
               Whelps
               are
               scattered
               here
               ,
               and
               there
            
             
               To
               ●ake
               the
               Dung-hill
               ,
               for
               their
               dayly
               fare
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               now
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               that
               thou
               may'st
               not
               suppose
               
            
             
               Those
               words
               to
               be
               my
               own
               ,
               I
               must
               unclose
            
             
               The
               Secrets
               of
               my
               Heart
               ,
               and
               plainly
               tell
            
             
               What
               God
               ,
               of
               late
               ,
               did
               to
               my
               Soul
               reveal
               .
            
          
           
             
               About
               the
               time
               ,
               when
               Mortals
               wearied
               ,
               
            
             
               With
               anxious
               Thoughts
               ,
               do
               tumble
               in
               their
               Bed
               ,
            
             
               And
               one
               small
               nap
               after
               another
               catch
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               they
               did
               not
               mean
               to
               sleep
               ,
               but
               watch
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Fear
               came
               upon
               me
               ,
               terrours
               did
               assemble
               ,
               
            
             
               Before
               me
               ,
               which
               made
               all
               my
               joynts
               to
               tremble
               ;
            
             
               My
               nerves
               grew
               stiff
               ,
               my
               heart
               did
               shrewdly
               beat
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               all
               o're
               lay
               daubling
               in
               cold
               sweat
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               winds
               did
               rage
               and
               bluster
               in
               my
               sight
               ,
               
            
             
               Which
               made
               my
               haires
               for
               fear
               ,
               to
               stand
               upright
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               my
               flesh
               to
               quiver
               ,
               nay
               my
               bones
            
             
               Keep'd
               such
               a
               ratling
               ,
               as
               a
               bag
               of
               stones
            
             
               Beat
               by
               an
               Artists
               hand
               ,
               do
               what
               I
               please
               ,
            
             
               I
               could
               not
               shun
               the
               grinding
               of
               my
               knees
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               see
               I
               one
               ,
               whose
               face
               I
               did
               not
               know
               
            
             
               Before
               my
               eyes
               appear'd
               a
               glorious
               show
               ,
            
             
               Which
               goodly
               sight
               did
               soon
               my
               fear
               allay
               ,
            
             
               And
               horrid
               night
               to
               me
               became
               as
               day
               .
            
             
               So
               ,
               when
               these
               thundring
               feares
               composed
               were
               ,
            
             
               In
               serene
               silence
               I
               a
               voice
               did
               hear
            
             
               Which
               thus
               exprest
               it self
               .
               —
            
          
           
             
               Upon
               the
               earth
               ,
               what
               mortal
               man
               is
               he
               ,
               
            
             
               Can
               be
               more
               just
               then
               God
               ;
               who
               e're
               he
               be
            
             
               That
               in
               his
               own
               eyes
               thinks
               himself
               more
               pure
            
             
               Then
               is
               his
               maker
               ,
               he
               mistakes
               it
               sure
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               ,
               when
               his
               very
               Angels
               he
               did
               check
               
            
             
               And
               them
               for
               folly
               soundly
               did
               correct
               :
            
             
               When
               for
               his
               pride
               ,
               one
               mighty
               Angel
               fell
            
             
               From
               highest
               Heavens
               to
               th'
               lowest
               pit
               of
               Hell
               ,
            
             
               When
               in
               those
               heavenly
               creatures
               he
               did
               find
            
             
               No
               constancy
               according
               to
               his
               mind
               :
            
          
           
             
               Can
               sinful
               man
               ,
               that
               mean
               ,
               and
               silly
               tool
               ,
               
            
             
               Who
               lives
               in
               Huts
               of
               clay
               be
               such
               a
               fool
               ,
            
             
               As
               think
               he
               can
               perfection
               attain
               ,
            
             
               To
               which
               ,
               who
               ere
               Aspyres
               does
               toyle
               in
               vain
               .
            
             
               He
               ,
               who
               from
               dust
               derives
               his
               Pedegree
               ,
            
             
               Compos'd
               of
               dust
               ,
               who
               dwells
               in
               dust
               ,
               shall
               he
            
             
               Pretend
               to
               that
               perfection
               in
               his
               pride
               ,
            
             
               Which
               to
               his
               Angels
               God
               has
               even
               deny'd
               .
            
             
               
                 Poor
                 dying
                 wretch
              
               !
               shall
               he
               ,
               with
               those
               compare
               ,
            
             
               Who
               dwell
               in
               heavens
               ,
               and
               immortal
               are
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ah
               don't
               we
               see
               how
               vain
               man
               perisheth
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               every
               day
               augments
               the
               rolls
               of
               death
               :
            
             
               He
               's
               alwayes
               on
               his
               march
               ,
               his
               Passing-bell
            
             
               From
               morn
               ,
               to
               night
               doth
               ,
               every
               minute
               ,
               knell
               .
            
             
               Yet
               no
               man
               doth
               consider
               seriously
            
             
               The
               importance
               of
               this
               mortality
               .
            
          
           
             
               Do
               not
               their
               honours
               ,
               with
               them
               ,
               fly
               away
               ?
               
            
             
               And
               stoop
               to
               wasting
               time
               ,
               as
               well
               ,
               as
               they
               ,
            
             
               Who
               did
               enjoy
               them
               ?
               I
               their
               dignity
            
             
               Crumbles
               to
               dust
               ,
               and
               when
               the
               wretches
               dye
               ,
            
             
               They
               drown
               i
               th'
               
                 Ocean
                 of
                 Eternity
              
               .
            
             
               Yet
               no
               man
               doth
               regard
               this
               ,
               none
               so
               wise
               ,
            
             
               As
               ,
               after
               all
               this
               ,
               once
               to
               cast
               his
               eyes
            
             
               Upon
               this
               subject
               ,
               which
               so
               much
               concerns
            
             
               All
               men
               to
               know
               ;
               yet
               never
               mortal
               learns
            
             
               
                 The
                 art
                 of
                 dying
              
               ,
               though
               each
               hour
               we
               hear
            
             
               Sad
               lectures
               of
               it
               sounded
               in
               our
               eare
               ;
            
             
             
               And
               every
               moment
               doth
               such
               meanes
               afford
               ,
            
             
               As
               may
               instruct
               us
               ,
               
                 while
                 deaths
                 raging
                 sword
              
            
             
               
                 To
                 none
                 gi●es
                 quarter
              
               ,
               but
               doth
               every
               day
               ,
            
             
               Sweep
               us
               ,
               and
               all
               our
               hopeful
               things
               away
               .
            
             
               For
               ,
               as
               they
               live
               ,
               alace
               how
               many
               dye
               ,
            
             
               Pregnant
               examples
               o'
               th'
               worlds
               vanity
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Cap.
             V.
             
          
           
             
               COnsider
               then
               ,
               and
               ponder
               well
               ,
               I
               pray
               
            
             
               These
               my
               discourses
               ,
               marke
               me
               what
               I
               say
               :
            
             
               Thy
               plagues
               I
               see
               ,
               indeed
               ,
               are
               very
               great
            
             
               Yet
               is
               thy
               grief
               no
               less
               intemperate
               .
            
             
               Others
               have
               been
               and
               as
               thou
               art
               ,
               now
               are
               ,
            
             
               For
               thy
               condition
               is
               not
               singular
               .
            
             
               Many
               belov'd
               of
               God
               ,
               whil'st
               here
               below
               ,
            
             
               Have
               suffered
               more
               ,
               then
               thou
               didst
               ere
               yet
               know
               ,
            
             
               In
               mind
               ,
               and
               body
               have
               endur'd
               much
               pain
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               none
               of
               them
               ,
               as
               thou
               didst
               ,
               did
               complaine
               .
            
             
               And
               where
               are
               all
               the
               Saints
               ,
               who
               now
               enjoy
            
             
               Eternal
               rest
               ?
               how
               did
               they
               here
               employ
            
             
               Their
               time
               ,
               when
               plagues
               so
               thick
               upon
               them
               fell
               ,
            
             
               Their
               lives
               became
               the
               Portraiture
               of
               Hell
               ;
            
             
               Why
               none
               of
               them
               did
               raile
               ,
               as
               thou
               dost
               now
               ,
            
             
               But
               calmely
               would
               before
               their
               maker
               bow
               ,
            
             
               And
               gently
               all
               their
               blows
               receive
               ▪
               none
               ere
            
             
               Of
               those
               did
               in
               their
               humours
               thus
               appear
               ,
            
             
               As
               thou
               dost
               now
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               ,
               when
               a
               man
               doth
               in
               affliction
               lye
               ,
               
            
             
               What
               boot'st
               him
               ,
               like
               a
               child
               ,
               to
               weep
               ,
               and
               cry
               ?
            
             
               Such
               houlings
               ,
               and
               repinings
               sure
               are
               vaine
               ,
            
             
               And
               ●●ead
               of
               casing
               ,
               do
               encrease
               the
               pain
               .
            
             
               But
               I
               've
               observ'd
               
                 when
                 any
                 man
                 of
                 wealth
              
            
             
               
                 Is
                 once
                 depri●●d
                 of
                 riches
                 ,
                 or
                 of
                 health
                 :
              
            
             
               Although
               before
               he●'d
               seem
               to
               represent
            
             
               In
               all
               his
               actings
               something
               of
               a
               Saint
               .
            
             
               Yet
               then
               he
               cryes
               ,
               then
               he
               repines
               a
               main
               ,
            
             
               Then
               he
               complaines
               of
               poverty
               ,
               and
               pain
               :
            
             
               O
               then
               he
               railes
               upon
               that
               providence
               ,
            
             
               Which
               was
               ,
               in
               former
               times
               ▪
               his
               sole
               defence
               .
            
             
               For
               now
               —
               all
               sorrow
               ,
               wrath
               ,
               and
               desperation
            
             
               He
               thinks
               on
               nothing
               less
               then
               restauration
               ,
            
             
               Whereas
               before
               he
               thought
               he
               was
               so
               sure
               ,
            
             
               His
               wealth
               to
               generations
               would
               endure
               .
            
          
           
             
               Well
               I
               have
               seen
               some
               Gallant
               in
               his
               pride
               
            
             
               In●ulsly
               laugh
               at
               all
               the
               world
               beside
               ▪
            
             
               Fix'd
               ,
               and
               firme-rooted
               ,
               as
               he
               did
               suppose
               ,
            
             
               And
               proof
               against
               the
               batterie
               of
               his
               foes
               ,
            
             
               When
               ,
               on
               a
               suddain
               providence
               would
               frowne
               ,
            
             
               And
               this
               same
               fool
               would
               tumble
               headlong
               down
               ,
            
             
             
               With
               all
               his
               sins
               about
               him
               ,
               in
               a
               tryce
               ,
            
             
               Kill'd
               by
               the
               fall
               from
               glories
               precipice
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               would
               I
               say
               this
               man
               deservedly
               
            
             
               Doth
               fall
               ,
               and
               with
               him
               all
               his
               family
               ,
            
             
               Is
               levelled
               with
               dust
               ,
               because
               he
               did
            
             
               In
               such
               vain
               ,
               transitory
               things
               conside
               .
            
             
               For
               by
               fair
               justice
               he
               shall
               be
               destroy'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               his
               unjust
               purchases
               made
               voide
               ,
            
             
               Then
               ,
               after
               he
               has
               justly
               forfeit
               all
               ,
            
             
               He
               ,
               without
               pity
               shall
               most
               justly
               fall
               .
            
          
           
             
               Those
               ,
               who
               are
               hungry
               shall
               eat
               up
               his
               grain
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               reap
               the
               profit
               of
               his
               nine
               Months
               pain
               :
            
             
               Nay
               they
               shall
               sweep
               his
               grounds
               ,
               and
               fields
               so
               clean
            
             
               As
               his
               poor
               children
               shall
               find
               nought
               to
               glean
               .
            
             
               The
               thirsty
               travellers
               ,
               who
               for
               rain
               doth
               gape
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               drink
               up
               all
               the
               substance
               of
               his
               grape
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               thou
               must
               know
               afflictions
               do
               not
               come
               
            
             
               By
               accident
               ,
               as
               is
               suppos'd
               by
               some
               ,
            
             
               On
               any
               man
               ,
               nor
               do
               Heavens
               noble
               laws
            
             
               Allow
               that
               any
               one
               without
               a
               cause
            
             
               Should
               suffer
               punishment
               ,
               —
               no
               not
               at
               all
               ,
            
             
               There
               's
               no
               such
               thing
               ,
               as
               that
               you
               fortune
               call
               :
            
             
               'T
               is
               a
               meer
               notion
               ,
               a
               device
               of
               men
            
             
               To
               palliate
               their
               sins
               ,
               and
               entertain
               ,
            
             
               A
               proud
               opinion
               of
               their
               innocence
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 lay
                 the
                 blame
                 of
                 all
                 on
                 Providence
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Which
                 they
                 call
                 fortune
              
               ,
               and
               conclude
               from
               thence
            
             
               When
               any
               are
               afflicted
               at
               the
               rate
               ,
            
             
               As
               thou
               art
               now
               ,
               that
               they
               're
               unfortunate
               ,
            
             
               Unlucky
               ,
               and
               I
               know
               not
               what
               —
               alace
            
             
               Why
               should
               we
               with
               such
               sopperies
               ,
               as
               these
               ,
            
             
               Abuse
               our selves
               ,
               when
               certainly
               we
               know
               ,
            
             
               Who
               know
               there
               is
               a
               God
               ,
               things
               are
               not
               so
               :
            
             
               But
               that
               our
               God
               doth
               formally
               arraigne
            
             
               For
               every
               sin
               convict
               ,
               and
               punish
               men
               .
            
             
               Then
               know
               —
            
          
           
             
               That
               no
               affliction
               comes
               by
               accident
               ,
               
            
             
               But
               that
               all
               Judgements
               to
               our
               doors
               are
               sent
            
             
               By
               rule
               of
               Heavens
               Court
               where
               information
               ,
            
             
               Is
               made
               ,
               and
               prov'd
               ,
               preceeding
               condemnation
               .
            
             
               Besides
               as
               sparks
               ,
               by
               nature
               upwards
               fly
               ,
            
             
               So
               man
               to
               sorrows
               born
               doth
               live
               and
               dye
               ;
            
             
               In
               a
               continued
               sweat
               of
               toyle
               ,
               and
               care
               ,
            
             
               With
               dregs
               of
               anger
               ,
               for
               his
               daily
               fare
               .
            
             
               Tortures
               of
               mind
               ,
               and
               body
               all
               at
               once
            
             
               Do
               suck
               the
               marrow
               from
               his
               very
               bones
               :
            
             
               Nor
               can
               he
               pleasure
               to
               himself
               project
               ,
            
             
               Or
               joy
               ,
               and
               comfort
               ,
               in
               this
               earth
               expect
               .
            
          
           
             
               Were
               I
               then
               in
               thy
               lamentable
               case
               ,
               
            
             
               I
               'd
               not
               repine
               ,
               but
               humblie
               make
               address
               ,
            
             
               To
               my
               good
               God
               ,
               from
               him
               I
               would
               demand
            
             
               A
               patient
               mind
               ,
               and
               learn
               to
               understand
            
             
               From
               whence
               such
               floods
               of
               evils
               do
               proceed
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               my
               sorrows
               I
               my
               sins
               would
               read
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               To
               him
               alone
               my self
               I
               would
               apply
               ,
               
            
             
               To
               whom
               the
               world
               belongs
               ,
               who
               sits
               on
               High
               ,
            
             
               To
               whom
               all
               Creatures
               in
               subjection
               are
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               Jurisdiction
               doth
               exceed
               by
               far
            
             
               All
               Powers
               on
               Earth
               ;
               who
               things
               unsearchable
            
             
               Performes
               ,
               of
               which
               we
               are
               not
               capable
            
             
               To
               give
               a
               Judgement
               ,
               things
               beyond
               our
               reach
               ,
            
             
               Things
               ,
               which
               to
               act
               no
               humane
               Art
               can
               Teach
               .
            
          
           
             
               'T
               is
               he
               ,
               who
               makes
               the
               Rain
               from
               Clouds
               to
               fall
               ,
               
            
             
               By
               which
               the
               Earth
               made
               pregnant
               ,
               yeelds
               us
               all
            
             
               Our
               Hearts
               can
               wish
               ,
               affords
               us
               dayly
               Bread
               ,
            
             
               Drink
               ,
               Cloaths
               ,
               and
               Med'cine
               ,
               and
               what
               else
               we
               need
            
             
               For
               Maintnance
               of
               that
               Fabrick
               ,
               which
               he
               fram'd
               ,
            
             
               To
               Lodge
               the
               Soul
               ,
               and
               it
               the
               Body
               nam'd
               .
            
             
               —
               The
               Body
               ,
               —
               O
               a
               thing
               most
               excellent
               !
            
             
               For
               whose
               Subsistence
               ,
               we
               should
               even
               torment
            
             
               Our
               Souls
               :
               a
               very
               precious
               thing
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               That
               on
               the
               
                 Labours
                 of
                 the
                 Soul
              
               should
               feed
               !
            
             
               The
               Body
               !
               a
               meer
               piece
               of
               
                 useful
                 Dust
              
            
             
               Demis'd
               ,
               for
               some
               time
               ,
               to
               the
               Soul
               ,
               in
               Trust.
            
             
               Though
               for
               its
               use
               ,
               the
               too
               kind
               Soul
               ,
               at
               best
               ,
            
             
               Payes
               a
               severe
               ,
               and
               dreadful
               Interest
               :
            
             
               Whilst
               to
               afford
               it
               pleasure
               ,
               legally
            
             
               It
               forfaults
               its
               own
               true
               Felicity
               .
            
          
           
             
               What
               is
               't
               we
               hugg
               then
               ?
               what
               do
               we
               esteem
               ?
            
             
               A
               dying
               thing
               ,
               which
               scarce
               deserves
               a
               name
               !
            
             
               A
               thing
               ,
               so
               long
               as
               Soul
               doth
               it
               inspire
               ,
            
             
               Moves
               for
               a
               time
               ,
               like
               
                 Puppet
                 on
                 a
                 Wyre
              
               ;
            
             
               That
               gone
               ,
               
                 it
                 moves
                 ,
                 it
                 prats
                 ,
                 it
                 squeeks
              
               no
               more
               ,
            
             
               But
               a
               dull
               piece
               of
               Clay
               ,
               as
               't
               was
               before
               ,
            
             
               Breathless
               ,
               and
               Sapless
               on
               the
               Ground
               it
               lies
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               ,
               in
               its
               Fall
               ,
               its
               Maker
               glorifies
               ,
            
             
               As
               well
               ,
               as
               in
               its
               Frame
               ;
               because
               from
               thence
               ,
            
             
               We
               learn
               what
               Honour
               ,
               and
               Obedience
            
             
               We
               owe
               to
               him
               ,
               who
               this
               fair
               Fabrick
               raises
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               a
               Breath
               destroyes
               it
               when
               he
               pleases
               .
            
             
               Besides
               ,
               who
               'd
               not
               in
               Duty
               be
               exact
               ,
            
             
               When
               still
               before
               his
               Eyes
               he
               sees
               the
               Rack
               ,
            
             
               The
               Axe
               ,
               the
               Gibbet
               ,
               and
               in
               Mind
               doth
               feel
            
             
               Sad
               apprehensions
               of
               
                 the
                 dreadful
                 Wheel
              
               ?
            
             
               Is
               not
               our
               case
               the
               same
               ?
               do
               we
               not
               see
            
             
               How
               many
               thousand
               ,
               
                 Shapes
                 of
                 Death
                 there
                 be
              
            
             
               Dayly
               presented
               to
               our
               view
               to
               show
               .
            
             
               That
               after
               all
               ,
               all
               to
               the
               Grave
               must
               go
               .
            
          
           
             
               From
               this
               
                 fair
                 Topick
              
               ,
               let
               us
               argue
               then
               ▪
            
             
               He
               is
               our
               God
               ,
               and
               we
               poor
               sinful
               men
               ,
            
             
               Therefore
               since
               to
               him
               we
               owe
               Life
               ,
               and
               Breath
               ,
            
             
               We
               should
               live
               well
               ,
               that
               ,
               when
               
                 invading
                 Death
              
            
             
               Approaches
               ,
               he
               may
               find
               us
               on
               our
               Guard
               ,
            
             
               Not
               by
               his
               gastly
               looks
               to
               be
               out-dar'd
               .
            
             
               For
               though
               he
               seize
               the
               Body
               ,
               yet
               on
               high
            
             
               The
               Soul
               shall
               live
               to
               perpetuity
               .
            
          
           
             
               'T
               is
               he
               ,
               
                 the
                 mighty
                 God
              
               ,
               't
               is
               he
               alone
               ,
               
            
             
               Who
               in
               the
               Heavens
               has
               set
               up
               his
               Throne
               ,
            
             
             
               From
               whence
               he
               orders
               all
               things
               ,
               and
               doth
               raise
            
             
               This
               man
               to
               honours
               ,
               and
               that
               man
               debase
               ;
            
             
               That
               to
               th'
               afflicted
               he
               may
               comfort
               give
               ,
            
             
               And
               make
               those
               ,
               whom
               the
               world
               abhorreth
               live
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               subtile
               plottings
               of
               our
               knowing
               men
               
            
             
               He
               disappoints
               ,
               and
               makes
               their
               projects
               vain
               :
            
             
               He
               laughs
               at
               all
               their
               consults
               ,
               and
               despises
               —
            
             
               Both
               them
               ,
               and
               all
               their
               
                 silly
                 state
                 devises
              
               .
            
             
               So
               that
               what
               e're
               those
               Crocodiles
               project
               ,
            
             
               Their
               Machinations
               never
               take
               effect
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               spoiles
               their
               counsels
               ,
               and
               makes
               all
               their
               wit
               
            
             
               Like
               salt
               ,
               whose
               savour's
               lost
               ,
               down-right
               unfit
            
             
               For
               any
               thing
               ,
               save
               
                 at
                 a
                 round
                 of
                 Ale
              
               ,
            
             
               To
               be
               the
               subject
               of
               some
               Country
               tale
               .
            
             
               For
               the
               Worlds
               wisdom
               in
               Gods
               eyes
               is
               folly
            
             
               Their
               Art
               but
               th'
               product
               of
               dull
               Melancholly
               .
            
          
           
             
               Their
               reasoning
               is
               notional
               ,
               and
               vain
               
            
             
               Erring
               in
               things
               even
               evident
               ,
               and
               plain
               :
            
             
               Things
               manifest
               ,
               things
               clear
               ,
               as
               noon-tide-light
               ,
            
             
               To
               them
               are
               dark
               ,
               as
               to
               one
               in
               the
               night
            
             
               Who
               nothing
               sees
               ,
               gropes
               ,
               but
               no
               rode
               can
               find
               ,
            
             
               And
               stands
               confounded
               betwixt
               raine
               ,
               and
               wind
               ,
            
             
               Whil'st
               at
               each
               justling
               shrub
               his
               joints
               do
               tremble
               .
            
             
               Thinking
               the
               Night-thieves
               ,
               round
               him
               do
               assemble
               .
            
          
           
             
               Lord
               what
               is
               all
               we
               brag
               of
               then
               for
               what
            
             
               Keep
               we
               such
               toyl
               on
               earth
               ?
               —
               is
               't
               only
               that
            
             
               We
               may
               be
               thought
               more
               wise
               ,
               than
               others
               are
            
             
               And
               be
               esteemed
               wits
               ,
               't
               is
               very
               fair
               :
            
             
               A
               rare
               designe
               indeed
               ,
               well
               worth
               our
               pain
               ,
            
             
               When
               after
               all
               we
               learn
               ,
               or
               can
               retain
            
             
               
                 All
                 our
                 fine
                 wisdom
                 in
                 Gods
                 eyes
                 is
                 vain
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               For
               when
               our
               Politicians
               counsel
               take
               
            
             
               How
               they
               the
               just
               ,
               and
               pious
               man
               may
               break
               ,
            
             
               Partly
               
                 by
                 law
              
               ,
               partly
               
                 by
                 violence
              
               ,
            
             
               Th'
               Almighty
               soon
               appears
               in
               his
               defence
               :
            
             
               He
               rescues
               him
               from
               all
               their
               calumnies
            
             
               Their
               false
               Inditements
               ,
               and
               the
               Batteries
            
             
               Of
               their
               foul
               mouths
               ,
               and
               powerfully
               withstands
            
             
               The
               rude
               attaques
               of
               their
               all-seizing-hands
               ,
            
             
               That
               grasp
               at
               
                 person
                 ,
                 chattels
                 ,
                 fame
              
               ,
               and
               lands
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               from
               the
               snare
               the
               just
               man
               doth
               escape
               
            
             
               And
               saves
               his
               meanes
               ,
               for
               which
               those
               fools
               did
               gape
               ,
            
             
               As
               all
               had
               been
               even
               ready
               now
               to
               fall
            
             
               Into
               their
               hands
               :
               whilst
               the
               unjust
               Cabal
            
             
               Now
               disappointed
               of
               their
               former
               hope
               ,
            
             
               Are
               forc'd
               at
               length
               ,
               their
               ravenous
               mouth
               to
               stop
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               with
               shame
               confounded
               ,
               to
               confesse
            
             
               
                 Gods
                 justice
              
               ,
               and
               their
               own
               
                 vile
                 foolishness
              
               .
            
             
               Our
               God
               alone
               the
               just
               mans
               cause
               maintaines
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               strong
               Bitt
               ,
               and
               seasonable
               Reins
               ,
            
             
               He
               curbs
               the
               fury
               of
               th'
               oppressing
               beast
               ,
            
             
               Who
               ,
               to
               enrich
               himself
               ,
               would
               lay
               all
               waste
               .
            
             
               Who
               formally
               
                 denies
                 that
                 Laws
                 were
                 made
              
            
             
               
                 For
                 such
                 as
                 him
                 ,
                 to
                 check
                 his
                 roving
                 trade
                 :
              
            
             
             
               But
               boldly
               claimes
               all
               that
               his
               armes
               can
               take
            
             
               And
               ,
               in
               his
               Wars
               doth
               no
               distinction
               make
            
             
               Betwixt
               his
               Allies
               ,
               and
               his
               open
               foes
               ,
            
             
               But
               treates
               them
               all
               at
               the
               same
               rate
               ,
               God
               knows
               ,
            
             
               Our
               God
               shall
               sure
               attaque
               this
               foolish
               thing
               ,
            
             
               Whil'st
               all
               his
               friends
               do
               yet
               his
               triumphs
               sing
               ,
            
             
               And
               '
               midst
               his
               pleasures
               ,
               make
               unwelcome
               death
            
             
               Rob
               him
               
                 of
                 both
                 his
                 Lawrels
                 ,
                 and
                 his
                 breath
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Then
               since
               the
               case
               is
               thus
               ,
               let
               's
               be
               content
               
            
             
               With
               whatsoever
               plague
               ▪
               or
               punishment
            
             
               Our
               God
               inflicts
               upon
               us
               ,
               for
               ,
               be
               sure
               ,
            
             
               To
               such
               as
               us
               his
               kindness
               doth
               endure
               .
            
             
               O
               happy
               is
               that
               man
               ,
               whom
               God
               corrects
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               his
               leud
               ,
               and
               sinful
               courses
               checks
               !
            
             
               Thrice
               happy
               he
               ,
               whom
               ,
               when
               his
               sin
               abounds
               ,
            
             
               And
               makes
               him
               proud
               ,
               God
               in
               his
               mercy
               wounds
               ,
            
             
               And
               brings
               him
               low
               ,
               that
               on
               his
               former
               state
               ,
            
             
               In
               bed
               of
               sorrow
               he
               may
               meditate
            
             
               Counting
               what
               time
               he
               hath
               in
               folly
               spent
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               in
               return
               ,
               how
               his
               sad
               punishment
            
             
               Makes
               
                 all
                 his
                 ballance
              
               .
               Let
               's
               then
               understand
            
             
               Our selves
               ▪
               and
               patiently
               th'
               Almighties
               hand
            
             
               Endure
               ,
               and
               in
               our
               minds
               rest
               satisfy'd
               ,
            
             
               
                 That
                 for
                 our
                 good
                 ,
                 we
                 're
                 with
                 afflictions
                 try'd
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               For
               as
               he
               gives
               the
               wound
               ,
               with
               the
               same
               hand
               
            
             
               He
               binds
               it
               up
               :
               he
               never
               wants
               a
               band
               ,
            
             
               A
               Slave
               ,
               a
               Plaster
               ready
               ,
               in
               such
               cases
               ,
            
             
               Which
               he
               applyes
               to
               all
               th'
               affected
               places
               .
            
             
               He
               wounds
               ,
               he
               cures
               ,
               makes
               sick
               ,
               and
               doth
               restore
            
             
               Men
               to
               their
               health
               ;
               what
               can
               we
               ask
               for
               more
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Though
               troubles
               upon
               troubles
               ,
               woes
               ,
               on
               woes
               
            
             
               Should
               tumble
               on
               us
               ,
               as
               the
               Ocean
               flows
               :
            
             
               And
               the
               rude
               tempests
               of
               adversity
            
             
               Should
               drive
               us
               on
               
                 the
                 rocks
                 of
                 poverty
              
               ;
            
             
               Where
               sure
               to
               suffer
               Shipwrack
               ,
               we
               despair
            
             
               Of
               all
               relief
               ,
               then
               will
               our
               God
               take
               care
            
             
               To
               rescue
               us
               ,
               that
               so
               we
               may
               perceive
            
             
               'T
               is
               he
               alone
               ,
               who
               doth
               his
               people
               save
               ,
            
             
               Let
               's
               praise
               him
               then
               ,
               pray
               to
               him
               ,
               and
               obey
            
             
               His
               word
               ,
               
                 and
                 we
                 shall
                 no
                 more
                 salvage
                 pay
                 ,
              
            
          
           
             
               When
               by
               oppression
               all
               our
               meanes
               seiz'd
               
            
             
               And
               we
               ,
               and
               all
               our
               family
               es
               are
               sqees'd
            
             
               Within
               the
               Compasse
               of
               a
               
                 hazle
                 nut
              
               ,
            
             
               For
               our
               Provisions
               ,
               and
               our
               bread
               is
               cut
               ,
            
             
               Like
               Sugar-tablets
               ,
               in
               small
               lozanges
               ,
            
             
               T'
               allay
               the
               hunger
               ,
               which
               doth
               sore
               express
            
             
               Our
               little
               ones
               ,
               and
               makes
               them
               often
               cry
               ,
            
             
               With
               tears
               ,
               for
               crums
               of
               bread
               ,
               or
               else
               they
               dye
               :
            
             
               Of
               which
               when
               each
               so
               hunger-starv'd
               ,
               and
               pain'd
            
             
               
                 In
                 graines
                 ,
                 and
                 scruples
                 has
                 its
                 dividend
                 ,
              
            
             
               These
               scrambling
               morsels
               rather
               doe
               incite
            
             
               Then
               quash
               the
               fury
               of
               their
               appetite
               .
            
             
               Whilst
               thus
               ,
               I
               say
               ,
               we
               hunger-sick
               shall
               lye
            
             
               Under
               Deaths
               Talons
               ,
               and
               upbraidingly
            
             
             
               Our
               Enemies
               shall
               laugh
               out
               all
               around
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               we
               ,
               and
               ours
               do
               tear
               the
               very
               Ground
               ,
            
             
               
                 For
                 ●oots
                 ,
                 and
                 Vermine
              
               ,
               or
               what
               ever
               may
            
             
               Detain
               the
               poor
               life
               but
               one
               single
               day
               ;
            
             
               Then
               shall
               our
               God
               appear
               ,
               and
               furnish
               store
            
             
               Of
               Bread
               for
               us
               ,
               and
               all
               our
               Infants
               ,
               more
            
             
               Then
               we
               could
               even
               ha'
               wish'd
               ,
               and
               let
               us
               see
            
             
               Th'
               unjust
               for
               want
               of
               Food
               may
               dye
               ,
               but
               he
            
             
               
                 Who
                 trusts
                 in
                 God
                 shall
                 ne're
                 want
                 sustenance
                 ,
              
            
             
               For
               I
               've
               been
               Young
               ,
               in
               Age
               I
               now
               advance
               ,
            
             
               
                 Yet
                 all
                 my
                 time
                 I
                 never
                 could
                 observe
              
            
             
               
                 One
                 man
                 that
                 fear'd
                 our
                 God
                 for
                 hunger
                 starve
                 .
              
            
             
               Nor
               could
               I
               ever
               see
               the
               just
               mans
               Seed
            
             
               Like
               those
               o'
               th
               wickeds
               offspring
               ,
               begging
               Bread.
               
            
          
           
             
               Nay
               when
               the
               men
               of
               War
               shall
               roar
               around
               us
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               their
               threatning
               Oaths
               shall
               so
               confound
               us
               ,
            
             
               As
               we
               shall
               not
               know
               whether
               we
               should
               flye
            
             
               To
               save
               our
               Lives
               ,
               and
               Goods
               —
            
             
               When
               the
               enraged
               Sword
               shall
               hew
               down
               all
               ,
            
             
               And
               Old
               ,
               and
               Young
               do
               by
               its
               fury
               fall
               ;
            
             
               Then
               shall
               the
               Lord
               make
               Angels
               us
               Environ
            
             
               To
               Guard
               us
               from
               the
               blows
               o'
               th'
               dreadful
               Iron
            
             
               So
               ,
               whilst
               behind
               ,
               on
               both
               sides
               ,
               and
               before
            
             
               The
               hungry
               steal
               ,
               our
               Neighbours
               shall
               devour
            
             
               To
               us
               ,
               and
               ours
               ,
               God
               shall
               be
               Tutelar
               ,
            
             
               And
               save
               us
               from
               all
               
                 miseries
                 of
                 War.
              
               
            
          
           
             
               Nay
               further
               ,
               when
               
                 another
                 Sword
              
               doth
               rage
               
            
             
               And
               with
               us
               doth
               
                 more
                 cunningly
              
               engage
               ;
            
             
               The
               
                 Sword
                 o'
                 th'
                 Tongue
              
               ,
               then
               that
               of
               Steel
               ,
               more
               feirce
               ,
            
             
               (
               For
               this
               the
               Body
               ,
               that
               the
               Soul
               doth
               peirce
               )
            
             
               A
               killing
               Sword
               ,
               and
               yet
               invisible
               ;
            
             
               A
               Sword
               ,
               whose
               wound
               is
               inperceptible
               ,
            
             
               By
               outward
               Signs
               :
               like
               Thunder
               ,
               wounds
               the
               Heart
               ,
            
             
               The
               Body
               still
               untouch'd
               in
               any
               part
               .
            
             
               A
               Sword
               that
               kills
               us
               always
               unprepar'd
            
             
               For
               fight
               ,
               whose
               blows
               the
               bravest
               cannot
               ward
               .
            
             
               A
               Sword
               ,
               that
               whet
               with
               Malice
               ,
               day
               ,
               and
               night
            
             
               Is
               still
               in
               Edge
               ,
               yet
               ne're
               within
               the
               sight
            
             
               Of
               him
               it
               wounds
               ,
               
                 the
                 subtlest
                 of
                 all
                 ills
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Like
                 Ba●ili●k
                 ,
                 unseen
                 ,
                 it
                 sees
                 ,
                 and
                 kills
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 An
                 useless
                 Sword
                 in
                 open
                 fields
                 ,
                 and
                 tame
                 ,
              
            
             
               But
               in
               
                 dark
                 Rooms
              
               makes
               havock
               of
               our
               Fame
               .
            
             
               The
               Champions
               ,
               who
               this
               famous
               Sword
               do
               use
            
             
               
               A
               ●e
               the
               meer
               Dross
               of
               Nature
               ,
               the
               Refuse
            
             
               Of
               Mankind
               ,
               who
               by
               secret
               Calumnies
               ,
            
             
               Foul
               Characters
               ,
               false
               Oaths
               ,
               and
               serious
               lyes
               ,
            
             
               Vain
               Apprehensions
               ,
               Jealousies
               ,
               and
               Fears
               ,
            
             
               Endeavour
               to
               set
               all
               the
               World
               by
               th'
               Ears
               .
            
             
               Whilst
               the
               
                 false
                 decoyes
              
               hugg
               themselves
               to
               see
            
             
               The
               wish'd
               effects
               of
               their
               vile
               Treachery
               .
            
             
               
                 Poor
                 Caterpillars
              
               !
               —
               who
               'cause
               no
               man
               can
            
             
               Find
               out
               their
               Wakes
               ,
               escape
               th'
               revenge
               of
               man
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               God
               has
               Spyes
               on
               those
               malicious
               fools
               ,
            
             
               Ferrets
               them
               out
               of
               all
               their
               lurking
               Holes
               ,
            
             
             
               Though
               here
               they
               scorn
               the
               Ear
               ,
               the
               Sight
               ,
               the
               Scent
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               God
               will
               bring
               such
               out
               to
               Punishment
               ,
            
             
               
                 Those
                 ugly
                 crawling
                 Toads
              
               ,
               with
               malice
               swell'd
            
             
               Shall
               be
               at
               length
               destroy'd
               in
               open
               field
               ;
            
             
               To
               show
               how
               God
               abhors
               the
               very
               Race
            
             
               Of
               Back-biters
               ,
               as
               they
               still
               shun
               the
               Face
            
             
               Of
               those
               they
               injure
               ,
               and
               will
               vindicate
            
             
               The
               just
               from
               their
               aspersions
               soon
               ,
               or
               late
               .
            
             
               From
               this
               same
               Sword
               ,
               which
               others
               doth
               devour
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               shalt
               be
               free
               ,
               and
               fear
               its
               Edge
               no
               more
               ,
            
             
               Than
               those
               ,
               who
               
                 in
                 Proof-armour
              
               do
               not
               feel
            
             
               The
               furious
               Gashes
               of
               the
               Murdring
               Steel
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               when
               both
               War
               ,
               and
               Famine
               do
               appear
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               Food
               shall
               be
               intolerably
               dear
               :
            
             
               When
               wicked
               men
               shall
               howl
               ,
               and
               make
               a
               noise
               ,
            
             
               For
               lack
               of
               Bread
               ,
               thou
               freely
               shalt
               rejoyce
               ,
            
             
               And
               be
               of
               want
               of
               Meat
               no
               more
               afraid
            
             
               Than
               those
               ,
               who
               have
               their
               Stores
               in
               Garners
               laid
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               very
               stones
               o'
               th'
               field
               shall
               seem
               to
               be
               
            
             
               At
               such
               time
               ,
               in
               firm
               allyance
               with
               thee
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               their
               several
               stations
               shall
               produce
            
             
               Something
               ,
               that
               to
               thy
               welfare
               may
               conduce
               :
            
             
               Each
               Beast
               its
               throat
               shall
               offer
               to
               the
               Knife
               ,
            
             
               With
               emulation
               ;
               to
               support
               thy
               Life
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               fine
               shalt
               be
               so
               happy
               ,
               thou
               shalt
               know
               
            
             
               No
               want
               of
               any
               Blessing
               here
               below
               ,
            
             
               Firm
               peace
               within
               thy
               walls
               ,
               thy
               family
            
             
               Shall
               live
               with
               thee
               in
               perfect
               amity
               :
            
             
               All
               thy
               Relations
               shall
               thee
               kindly
               own
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               undo
               thy
               Fame
               shall
               joyn
               with
               none
               .
            
             
               As
               some
               ,
               who
               on
               small
               Piques
               ,
               and
               petty
               Jars
            
             
               Do
               lay
               foundations
               of
               fierce
               ,
               lasting
               Wars
               ;
            
             
               Against
               their
               nighest
               Friends
               ,
               and
               Blood-Relations
            
             
               And
               will
               not
               hearken
               to
               accommodations
               :
            
             
               Whose
               wretched
               malice
               doth
               admit
               no
               change
               ,
            
             
               But
               with
               a
               most
               implacable
               revenge
               ,
            
             
               Pursue
               their
               foolish
               quarrels
               ,
               never
               cease
            
             
               From
               Railing
               ,
               and
               have
               in
               their
               Minds
               no
               Peace
               .
            
             
               No
               Wars
               like
               those
               'mongst
               Friends
               ,
               no
               Piques
               so
               hot
               ,
            
             
               As
               those
               in
               the
               same
               Family
               begot
               :
            
             
               When
               Blood
               it self
               in
               several
               streams
               divides
               ,
            
             
               And
               checks
               its
               common
               Course
               ,
               by
               Counter-tides
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Envy
               ,
               Malice
               ,
               Pride
               ,
               Revenge
               ,
               and
               Hate
               ,
            
             
               O
               how
               much
               to
               be
               pitied
               is
               the
               State
            
             
               Of
               that
               accurs'd
               unhappy
               Family
               ,
            
             
               Where
               such
               sad
               Piques
               have
               broke
               its
               Unity
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thou
               shalt
               be
               ignorant
               of
               all
               such
               ,
               and
               scarce
            
             
               Think
               there
               are
               such
               things
               as
               domestick
               Jars
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               Blood
               shall
               in
               a
               peaceful
               Channel
               flow
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               its
               Course
               no
               other
               Banks
               shall
               know
               ,
            
             
               Than
               those
               of
               Love
               ,
               and
               Friendship
               ,
               all
               thy
               Life
            
             
               Shall
               have
               no
               Quarrels
               ,
               and
               perceive
               no
               Strife
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Shalt
               see
               thy
               loving
               issue
               multiply
               
            
             
               Into
               a
               fair
               ,
               and
               numerous
               Family
               ;
            
             
               Whose
               large
               extent
               should
               one
               intend
               to
               trace
               ,
            
             
               Might
               as
               well
               reckon
               every
               pile
               of
               Grass
            
             
               That
               grows
               i
               th'
               field
               ,
               or
               calculate
               the
               motion
            
             
               Of
               waves
               ,
               and
               billows
               in
               the
               foaming
               Ocean
               .
            
          
           
             
               Full
               fraught
               with
               years
               ,
               at
               length
               thou
               shalt
               descend
            
             
               Into
               the
               pleasant
               grave
               ,
               and
               put
               an
               end
               
            
             
               To
               those
               enjoyments
               of
               thy
               mortal
               state
               ,
            
             
               As
               those
               ,
               who
               with
               
                 their
                 Feasting
                 satiate
              
            
             
               Lye
               down
               to
               sleep
               ,
               or
               as
               the
               Corn
               is
               brought
            
             
               Into
               the
               Barn
               ,
               when
               it
               by
               time
               is
               wrought
            
             
               To
               full
               perfection
               :
               or
               as
               Fruits
               do
               fall
            
             
               From
               Trees
               when
               over-ripe
               :
               so
               truly
               shall
            
             
               Thy
               exit
               with
               felicity
               be
               crown'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               thou
               shalt
               sleep
               most
               sweetly
               under
               ground
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               ,
               friend
               ,
               we
               have
               enquir'd
               ,
               and
               thus
               have
               found
               ,
               
            
             
               Nor
               is
               our
               Doctrine
               without
               solid
               ground
               .
            
             
               Thus
               then
               it
               is
               ,
               if
               we
               be
               understood
               ,
            
             
               For
               what
               we
               speak
               is
               only
               for
               thy
               good
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Cap.
             VI.
             
          
           
             
               AS
               prisoner
               at
               bar
               for
               crimes
               arraign'd
               ,
               
            
             
               Hears
               his
               Inditement
               read
               ,
               and
               is
               constrain'd
            
             
               To
               hold
               his
               peace
               ,
               in
               such
               an
               exigent
               ,
            
             
               Although
               he
               knows
               he
               's
               truly
               innocent
               ,
            
             
               Of
               what
               he
               is
               accus'd
               ,
               but
               after
               all
            
             
               He
               pleads
               not
               guilty
               ,
               and
               begins
               to
               fall
            
             
               To
               his
               defence
               :
               so
               with
               attentive
               ear
               ,
            
             
               Job
               all
               this
               while
               this
               reasoning
               did
               hear
               ,
            
             
               Not
               interrupting
               ,
               till
               at
               length
               his
               friend
            
             
               Of
               his
               so
               learn'd
               discourse
               had
               made
               an
               end
               :
            
             
               Then
               ,
               as
               his
               sorrows
               would
               permit
               ,
               he
               speaks
               ,
            
             
               And
               argues
               thus
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               ,
               says
               he
               ,
               that
               my
               ponderous
               griefs
               were
               weigh'd
               
            
             
               And
               all
               my
               miseries
               were
               in
               ballance
               laid
               .
            
             
               Poys'd
               by
               a
               steddy
               ,
               
                 and
                 impartial
                 hand
              
               ,
            
             
               Then
               ,
               my
               good
               friend
               ,
               you
               soon
               would
               understand
            
             
               What
               is
               my
               case
               ,
               what
               my
               disease
               ,
               and
               pain
               ,
            
             
               And
               how
               much
               reason
               I
               have
               to
               complain
               .
            
          
           
             
               It
               would
               be
               found
               most
               unsupportable
               ,
               
            
             
               The
               sands
               with
               it
               were
               not
               comparable
               .
            
             
               No
               pain
               so
               great
               ,
               no
               grief
               so
               heavy
               sure
               ,
            
             
               As
               this
               ,
               which
               I
               poor
               mortal
               do
               endure
               .
            
             
               I
               cann't
               express
               it
               ,
               I
               want
               eloquence
               ,
            
             
               And
               cannot
               with
               that
               grace
               make
               my
               defence
               ,
            
             
               As
               you
               accuse
               me
               ,
               grief
               will
               not
               allow
            
             
               Me
               the
               same
               liberty
               of
               speech
               ,
               as
               you
            
             
               Do
               use
               in
               your
               discourse
               :
               your
               figured
               words
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               pretty
               Tropes
               ,
               which
               like
               so
               many
               Swords
               ,
            
             
               Cut
               out
               a
               passage
               for
               your
               arguments
               ,
            
             
               And
               make
               a
               Lane
               for
               your
               unjust
               Complaints
               ,
            
             
               
               T'
               oppress
               my
               Spirit
               ,
               do
               your
               wit
               express
               ,
            
             
               But
               what
               do
               all
               such
               Flowers
               of
               Art
               as
               these
            
             
               To
               one
               ,
               in
               my
               condition
               signify
               ,
            
             
               Who
               am
               already
               
                 dead
                 with
                 misery
              
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Why
               do
               you
               then
               accuse
               so
               dull
               a
               thing
               ,
            
             
               That
               doth
               not
               understand
               your
               Reasoning
               ?
            
             
               A
               silly
               Creature
               ,
               that
               makes
               no
               defence
               ,
            
             
               But
               only
               strives
               t'
               express
               its
               innocence
               ,
            
             
               By
               pious
               Sighs
               ;
               you
               had
               as
               good
               forbear
            
             
               Your
               Rhetorick
               ,
               and
               with
               me
               drop
               a
               Tear
               ,
            
             
               In
               kind
               complyance
               with
               my
               killing
               grief
               ,
            
             
               To
               which
               your
               pointed
               words
               bring
               no
               relief
               ,
            
             
               You
               see
               my
               case
               ,
               beyond
               expression
               ,
               sad
            
             
               Then
               why
               d'
               ye
               affliction
               to
               affliction
               add
               ?
            
          
           
             
               See
               how
               th'
               Almighties
               Arrows
               in
               my
               Heart
               
            
             
               Are
               fix'd
               ,
               beyond
               all
               remedy
               of
               Art.
            
             
               Th'
               envenom'd
               Shafts
               have
               suck'd
               my
               Moysture
               dry
               ,
            
             
               And
               caus'd
               the
               Wounds
               they
               made
               ,
               to
               putrify
               ,
            
             
               Spreading
               a
               foul
               contagion
               every
               where
               ,
            
             
               Yea
               even
               my
               very
               Soul
               they
               do
               not
               spare
               .
            
             
               Besides
               I
               feed
               a
               flame
               within
               my
               Breast
               ,
            
             
               By
               which
               my
               pain
               is
               every
               hour
               encreas't
               ,
            
             
               A
               flame
               that
               burns
               with
               heat
               ,
               and
               violence
               ,
            
             
               Beyond
               belief
               :
               —
               
                 a
                 flame
                 of
                 Conscience
              
               ,
            
             
               A
               flame
               that
               makes
               us
               waste
               our
               days
               in
               fear
               ,
            
             
               
                 For
                 who
                 a
                 wounded
                 Conscience
                 can
                 bear
                 ?
              
            
             
               A
               wounded
               Conscience
               !
               —
               ah
               a
               dreadful
               thing
               !
            
             
               What
               Art
               can
               this
               express
               :
               whence
               shall
               I
               bring
            
             
               Similitudes
               to
               point
               it
               out
               !
               O
               whence
            
             
               Shall
               I
               bring
               homeward
               so
               much
               Eloquence
               ,
            
             
               As
               to
               express
               a
               
                 wounded
                 Conscience
              
               !
            
             
               A
               Sting
               of
               Conscience
               !
               —
               O
               a
               horrid
               thing
               !
            
             
               Not
               the
               most
               virulent
               and
               sharpest
               Sting
            
             
               Doth
               hurt
               the
               Body
               ,
               as
               this
               doth
               the
               Mind
               ,
            
             
               No
               ,
               no
               this
               Sting
               is
               of
               another
               kind
               ,
            
             
               Then
               all
               your
               S●ings
               on
               Earth
               ,
               no
               poysoned
               Dart
               ,
            
             
               Composed
               by
               the
               subtilest
               Rules
               of
               Art
               ,
            
             
               Makes
               such
               a
               wound
               ,
               as
               doth
               a
               Conscience
            
             
               When
               God
               allowes
               it
               once
               a
               perfect
               Sense
            
             
               Of
               its
               own
               Strength
               :
               then
               ,
               then
               it
               wounds
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               And
               makes
               the
               Heart
               of
               hardest
               Mettal
               bleed
               .
            
             
               What
               tempered
               Steel
               can
               make
               a
               wound
               so
               deep
               ,
            
             
               As
               doth
               a
               Conscience
               rouz'd
               out
               of
               its
               sleep
               ,
            
             
               By
               Divine
               Power
               ,
               it
               Rages
               ,
               Stares
               ,
               and
               Foames
               ,
            
             
               Like
               one
               out
               of
               his
               Wits
               ,
               that
               haunts
               the
               Tombs
               ,
            
             
               It
               Stings
               ,
               it
               Bites
               ,
               it
               Pierces
               ,
               Cuts
               ,
               and
               Stricks
            
             
               Practising
               all
               the
               Feats
               of
               Lunaticks
               :
            
             
               
                 For
                 when
                 of
                 sin
                 we
                 have
                 a
                 lively
                 sense
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 No
                 Torment
                 with
                 a
                 frighted
                 Conscience
              
            
             
               
                 Can
                 be
                 compar'd
              
               .
            
             
               Yet
               this
               ,
               
                 this
                 Torment
              
               I
               endure
               ,
               alace
               ,
            
             
             
               There
               's
               none
               can
               pity
               one
               in
               such
               a
               case
               ,
            
             
               But
               ,
               he
               that
               hath
               the
               like
               affliction
               known
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               can
               guess
               my
               Torment
               by
               his
               own
               .
            
          
           
             
               Why
               do
               you
               then
               condemn
               my
               just
               Complaint
               
            
             
               As
               if
               it
               did
               exceed
               my
               Punishment
               ?
            
             
               Why
               so
               severe
               ,
               to
               vex
               a
               poor
               forlorn
            
             
               Unhappy
               wretch
               ,
               as
               ever
               yet
               was
               born
               ?
            
             
               A
               thing
               ,
               Of
               which
               my
               Countrey
               is
               ashamd
               ,
            
             
               And
               thinks
               not
               fit
               that
               I
               should
               ere
               be
               nam'd
               ,
            
             
               Hereafter
               ,
               but
               as
               Malefactors
               are
               ,
            
             
               Who
               suffer
               for
               their
               Crimes
               ,
               
                 with
                 shame
                 ,
                 and
                 fear
              
               .
            
             
               Indeed
               you
               try
               me
               by
               too
               Bloody
               Laws
               ,
            
             
               When
               you
               affirm
               I
               cry
               without
               a
               cause
               .
            
             
               Pray
               does
               the
               wild
               Ass
               bray
               ,
               and
               make
               a
               noise
               ,
            
             
               When
               it
               has
               Grass
               for
               Pasture
               ,
               at
               its
               choice
               ?
            
             
               Does
               the
               Ox
               Low
               ,
               when
               Fodder
               lyes
               before
               it
               ,
            
             
               Or
               cease
               from
               Lowing
               ,
               whilst
               it
               doth
               implore
               it
               .
            
          
           
             
               D'
               ye
               think
               I
               'm
               proud
               of
               suffering
               ?
               God
               knows
               
            
             
               I
               take
               no
               pleasure
               to
               express
               my
               woes
               .
            
             
               I
               had
               as
               ●●●ve
               be
               silent
               ,
               but
               that
               you
            
             
               Force
               me
               to
               speak
               ,
               because
               you
               won't
               allow
            
             
               Me
               to
               sigh
               out
               my
               Breath
               ,
               and
               hid
               my
               Face
            
             
               Amongst
               those
               ashes
               ,
               whilst
               I
               hold
               my
               peace
               .
            
             
               
                 Can
                 any
                 man
                 take
                 pleasure
                 in
                 his
                 pain
                 ?
              
            
             
               
                 Or
                 by
                 stupendious
                 Poverty
                 make
                 gain
                 ?
              
            
             
               No
               sure
               ,
               no
               more
               then
               you
               'l
               with
               pleasure
               eat
               ,
            
             
               White
               of
               an
               Egg
               ,
               or
               such
               unsavoury
               Meat
               ,
            
             
               Without
               some
               Salt
               ;
               such
               my
               affliction
               is
               ,
            
             
               And
               needs
               no
               help
               of
               this
               periphrasis
               ,
            
             
               T'
               express
               its
               nature
               :
               such
               my
               Sorrows
               are
               ,
            
             
               With
               which
               no
               Earthly
               Torments
               can
               compare
            
          
           
             
               For
               what
               my
               Soul
               did
               formerly
               abhor
               ,
               
            
             
               Is
               now
               my
               Meat
               ,
               what
               I
               disdain'd
               before
            
             
               To
               touch
               is
               now
               to
               me
               familiar
               ,
            
             
               And
               (
               O
               sad
               change
               !
               )
               my
               only
               dayly
               Fare
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               then
               that
               God
               would
               grant
               me
               my
               request
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               what
               I
               long
               for
               would
               vouchafe
               at
               least
               :
            
             
               O
               that
               with
               my
               strong
               wishes
               he
               'd
               comply
               ,
            
             
               And
               kindly
               suffer
               me
               at
               length
               to
               dye
               !
            
          
           
             
               To
               dye
               !
               —
               O
               that
               's
               the
               thing
               ,
               which
               I
               desire
               .
               
            
             
               Yea
               ,
               in
               this
               very
               moment
               to
               expire
               ,
            
             
               Would
               God
               but
               stretch
               his
               arm
               of
               Providence
               ,
            
             
               And
               cut
               me
               off
               ,
               that
               so
               I
               might
               go
               hence
               ,
            
             
               And
               be
               no
               more
               :
               would
               he
               but
               condescend
            
             
               To
               what
               I
               ask
               ,
               and
               there
               should
               be
               an
               end
            
             
               Of
               all
               my
               earthly
               pain
               ,
               and
               misery
               ,
            
             
               O
               then
               that
               God
               would
               suffer
               me
               to
               dye
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               should
               I
               yet
               have
               comfort
               ,
               then
               some
               rest
               
            
             
               My
               Soul
               might
               find
               ,
               and
               I
               be
               free
               at
               least
            
             
               From
               these
               huge
               pains
               :
               —
               O
               that
               he
               would
               allow
               me
            
             
               The
               favour
               ,
               without
               sparing
               ,
               to
               undo
               me
               .
            
             
               Though
               I
               'm
               in
               sorrow
               ,
               yet
               let
               him
               not
               spare
            
             
               To
               give
               the
               blow
               ,
               lest
               I
               perhaps
               despare
               :
            
             
               For
               hitherto
               I
               never
               have
               deny'd
            
             
             
               Gods
               Holy
               Word
               ,
               or
               i'
               th'
               least
               signify'd
               ,
            
             
               In
               all
               my
               Torments
               any
               diffidence
            
             
               Of
               his
               just
               ,
               kind
               ,
               o're-ruling
               Providence
               .
            
          
           
             
               Alace
               what
               strength
               have
               I
               thus
               to
               endure
               ,
               
            
             
               The
               force
               of
               Heaven
               ,
               which
               never
               Mortal
               sure
            
             
               Was
               able
               to
               support
               .
               —
            
             
               Ah
               then
               ,
               why
               should
               I
               live
               ,
               or
               to
               what
               end
            
             
               Should
               I
               prolong
               my
               Life
               ,
               thus
               to
               attend
            
             
               A
               lingring
               Death
               ,
               which
               I
               might
               have
               at
               hand
               ,
            
             
               But
               that
               my
               Conscience
               doth
               me
               countermand
               .
            
          
           
             
               Alace
               what
               strength
               have
               I
               ,
               —
               what
               strength
               have
               I
               
            
             
               T'
               endure
               these
               Torments
               ,
               —
               what
               congruity
            
             
               Is
               now
               betwixt
               my
               Person
               ,
               and
               my
               Pain
               .
            
             
               Of
               which
               I
               must
               be
               suffered
               to
               complain
               :
            
             
               Am
               I
               compos'd
               of
               Stone
               ,
               or
               Brass
               ,
               that
               I
            
             
               Should
               suffer
               all
               these
               Tortures
               ,
               and
               not
               dye
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Have
               not
               I
               call'd
               for
               help
               ,
               but
               could
               find
               none
               
            
             
               And
               now
               my
               Substance
               ,
               and
               my
               Strength
               is
               gone
               ;
            
             
               My
               Nerves
               are
               stiff
               ,
               my
               Blood
               to
               Phlegm
               is
               shrunk
               ,
            
             
               My
               Eyes
               in
               Wells
               of
               brinish
               Tears
               are
               sunk
               ;
            
             
               My
               tottering
               Body
               Wyre-strung
               ,
               Bone
               by
               Bone
            
             
               Makes
               but
               the
               figure
               of
               a
               Skeleton
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ah
               is
               there
               no
               man
               that
               will
               pity
               have
               
            
             
               Upon
               a
               Carrion
               dropping
               in
               its
               Grave
               ;
            
             
               He
               that
               's
               in
               sorrow
               still
               is
               understood
               ,
            
             
               To
               find
               some
               Comfort
               from
               his
               Neighbour-hood
               ,
            
             
               But
               I
               find
               none
               ,
               —
            
             
               
                 But
                 't
                 is
                 no
                 wonder
                 men
                 their
                 friends
                 for
                 sake
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 When
                 now
                 a
                 days
                 ,
                 their
                 Faith
                 to
                 God
                 they
                 break
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Take
               it
               from
               me
               ,
               who
               by
               experience
               know
               
            
             
               False
               friends
               too
               well
               ,
               to
               whose
               base
               tricks
               I
               owe
            
             
               No
               small
               proportion
               of
               my
               present
               grief
               ,
            
             
               From
               such
               ,
               in
               time
               of
               want
               ,
               there
               's
               no
               relief
               —
            
             
               To
               be
               expected
               ,
               more
               than
               from
               a
               Brook
               ,
            
             
               Where
               if
               for
               Waters
               you
               in
               Summer
               look
               ,
            
             
               'T
               is
               dry
               ,
               in
               Winter
               frozen
               ,
               but
               when
               Rain
            
             
               Falls
               in
               abundance
               ,
               and
               we
               're
               in
               no
               pain
            
             
               For
               Water
               ,
               then
               it
               overflows
               its
               Banks
               ,
            
             
               Offering
               its
               Service
               ,
               without
               Hire
               ,
               or
               Thanks
               .
            
             
               So
               when
               we
               're
               Rich
               ,
               such
               friends
               will
               flock
               about
               us
               ,
            
             
               They
               cannot
               Live
               ,
               Eat
               ,
               Drink
               ,
               or
               Sleep
               without
               us
               ,
            
             
               They
               cringe
               ,
               they
               bow
               ,
               they
               ●aun
               ,
               and
               us
               present
            
             
               With
               foolish
               smiles
               ,
               and
               aery
               complement
               :
            
             
               Protesting
               friendship
               at
               so
               high
               a
               rate
               ,
            
             
               As
               none
               would
               think
               they
               did
               equivocat
               .
            
             
               But
               draw
               the
               Courtain
               ,
               and
               let
               Poverty
            
             
               Appear
               ,
               with
               its
               Companion
               Misery
               ,
            
             
               Within
               our
               Walls
               ,
               then
               all
               those
               Wasps
               are
               gone
               ,
            
             
               And
               as
               their
               friends
               they
               will
               us
               no
               more
               own
               .
            
             
               Than
               who
               'd
               not
               rather
               sleep
               in
               faithful
               Dust
               ,
            
             
               Than
               Live
               ,
               
                 and
                 in
                 such
                 friends
                 o'
                 th'
                 fashion
                 trust
                 ?
              
            
          
           
             
               Friends
               did
               I
               call
               them
               ,
               —
               no
               I
               do
               mistake
               ,
               
            
             
               Such
               are
               not
               friends
               ,
               who
               do
               their
               friend
               forsake
            
             
               In
               Misery
               ,
               
                 for
                 at
                 such
                 time
                 alone
              
               ,
            
             
             
               
                 As
                 by
                 a
                 Test
                 ,
                 true
                 friendship
                 should
                 be
                 known
                 .
              
            
             
               But
               such
               have
               Hearts
               as
               hard
               ,
               and
               black
               ,
               as
               Ice
               ,
            
             
               They
               'r
               of
               no
               value
               ,
               no
               esteem
               ,
               no
               price
               .
            
             
               Rugged
               ,
               unpolish'd
               ,
               cold
               ,
               as
               is
               the
               snow
               ,
            
             
               Instinct
               of
               Nature
               sure
               they
               do
               not
               know
               .
            
          
           
             
               Friends
               for
               a
               Sun-shine
               of
               Prosperity
               ,
               
            
             
               
                 O
                 worthy
                 friends
              
               !
               but
               when
               the
               troubled
               Skye
               ,
            
             
               Portends
               a
               Storm
               ,
               and
               Clouds
               begin
               to
               reel
               ,
            
             
               Then
               
                 those
                 Fair-weather-friends
              
               bid
               us
               farewel
               .
            
          
           
             
               Friends
               for
               well
               furnish'd
               Tables
               ,
               Friends
               for
               Food
               ,
               
            
             
               
                 Friends
                 of
                 the
                 Pantry
              
               ,
               Friends
               for
               nothing
               good
               ,
            
             
               Save
               that
               such
               Friends
               as
               these
               might
               serve
               for
               foyles
               ,
            
             
               To
               set
               true
               frindship
               off
               :
               like
               Scabs
               ,
               and
               Boyls
               ,
            
             
               They
               drop
               away
               ,
               when
               th'
               humour
               is
               run
               dry
            
             
               Which
               fed
               them
               ,
               and
               
                 until
                 Prosperity
              
            
             
               Return
               ,
               like
               Crans
               ,
               they
               to
               warm
               Countreys
               flye
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               as
               a
               Traveller
               in
               th'
               Arabian
               Sands
               ,
               
            
             
               Thinks
               to
               find
               Water
               ,
               where
               a
               thousand
               hands
            
             
               At
               constant
               work
               will
               find
               their
               Labour
               vain
            
             
               In
               digging
               for
               it
               ,
               where
               the
               Sun
               doth
               drain
               ,
            
             
               The
               innate
               Moisture
               ,
               and
               by
               scorching
               Beams
               ,
            
             
               Choaks
               up
               the
               Veins
               of
               Rivers
               ,
               Springs
               ,
               and
               Streams
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               can
               find
               nothing
               save
               sterility
               ,
               
            
             
               So
               those
               ,
               who
               on
               such
               barren
               Friends
               rely
               ,
            
             
               When
               they
               stand
               most
               in
               need
               of
               them
               shall
               find
            
             
               Like
               those
               dry
               Sands
               ,
               they
               fly
               before
               the
               Wind
               ,
            
             
               And
               make
               no
               help
               to
               such
               in
               their
               distress
               ,
            
             
               
                 But
                 rather
                 by
                 their
                 Malice
                 do
                 encrease
                 ▪
              
            
             
               
                 Their
                 friends
                 affliction
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Why
               ,
               my
               good
               friends
               ,
               such
               friends
               I
               think
               you
               are
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               I
               may
               safely
               you
               with
               such
               compare
               ,
            
             
               My
               case
               you
               see
               ,
               my
               miseries
               you
               know
               ,
            
             
               And
               none
               of
               you
               are
               strangers
               to
               my
               woe
               :
            
             
               You
               see
               my
               dreadful
               Plagues
               ,
               and
               are
               afraid
               ,
            
             
               Such
               Judgements
               may
               upon
               your selves
               be
               laid
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               ,
               stead
               of
               Comfort
               ,
               which
               I
               justly
               might
            
             
               From
               you
               expected
               ,
               in
               this
               doleful
               plight
               ,
            
             
               Your
               bitter
               words
               my
               Torments
               do
               augment
               .
            
             
               Your
               tart
               Reproofs
               encrease
               my
               punishment
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ah
               what
               's
               your
               quarrel
               'gainst
               a
               dying
               wretch
               ?
            
             
               Why
               do
               you
               thus
               insult
               ?
               I
               do
               beseech
               
            
             
               The
               favour
               of
               you
               ,
               that
               you
               'll
               let
               me
               know
            
             
               If
               I
               have
               injur'd
               any
               of
               you
               ,
               or
               no
               ?
            
             
               Have
               I
               been
               grievous
               t'
               any
               of
               you
               ,
               my
               Friends
               ?
            
             
               Have
               I
               demanded
               any
               of
               your
               Means
               ?
            
             
               Or
               have
               I
               proudly
               claim'd
               of
               your
               Supply
               ?
            
             
               Or
               vext
               you
               with
               my
               
                 Bill
                 of
                 Charity
              
               ?
            
             
               Why
               then
               should
               I
               be
               so
               severely
               us'd
            
             
               By
               any
               of
               you
               ?
               have
               I
               e're
               refus'd
            
             
               To
               serve
               your
               interest
               ,
               and
               your
               reputation
               ?
            
             
               Before
               my
               late
               ,
               and
               total
               Desolation
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Did
               ever
               I
               of
               you
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               demand
               
            
             
               That
               you
               would
               free
               me
               from
               my
               En'mies
               hand
               ?
            
             
               Did
               ,
               I
               when
               Captive
               ,
               any
               of
               you
               pray
               ,
            
             
             
               That
               of
               your
               Bounty
               you
               'd
               my
               Ransome
               pay
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Pray
               teach
               me
               then
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               and
               let
               me
               know
               
            
             
               Where
               lyes
               my
               Error
               in
               the
               case
               ,
               and
               so
            
             
               Being
               convinc'd
               ,
               I
               shall
               from
               answering
               cease
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               as
               a
               Mute
               ,
               hereafter
               hold
               my
               peace
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               whilst
               you
               thus
               accuse
               me
               ,
               I
               must
               still
               
            
             
               Assert
               my
               Innocence
               ,
               say
               what
               you
               will
            
             
               To
               th'
               contrair
               :
               for
               my
               upright
               Conscience
            
             
               Doth
               plead
               my
               Cause
               ,
               and
               prompt
               me
               with
               Defence
               ,
            
             
               'Gainst
               all
               the
               Pleas
               you
               do
               against
               me
               move
               ,
            
             
               
                 Then
                 ,
                 wherein
                 justly
                 can
                 you
                 me
                 reprove
                 ?
              
            
          
           
             
               Won't
               you
               permit
               a
               man
               in
               misery
               ,
               
            
             
               His
               troubled
               Mind
               so
               much
               to
               lenify
               ,
            
             
               As
               by
               some
               sad
               expressions
               to
               declare
               ,
            
             
               What
               the
               vexations
               of
               his
               Spirit
               are
               ?
            
             
               D'
               ye
               think
               but
               men
               ,
               in
               my
               condemn'd
               estate
               ,
            
             
               May
               have
               at
               least
               some
               liberty
               to
               prate
               ?
            
             
               See
               you
               not
               how
               my
               pain
               my
               speech
               doth
               force
               ,
            
             
               And
               none
               should
               stop
               a
               dying
               mans
               Discourse
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               you
               on
               those
               in
               sorrow
               vent
               your
               wrath
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               to
               your
               half-dead
               Friend
               you
               threaten
               Death
               ,
            
             
               Your
               unkind
               words
               ,
               like
               Grins
               ,
               and
               Snares
               you
               lay
               ,
            
             
               By
               which
               your
               Friend
               you
               shrewdly
               may
               betray
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               therefore
               pray
               at
               length
               ,
               impartially
               
            
             
               
                 Look
                 on
                 me
              
               ,
               and
               consider
               whether
               I
            
             
               Have
               reason
               thus
               t'
               expresse
               my
               grief
               ,
               or
               no
               ,
            
             
               
                 When
                 I
                 endure
                 what
                 none
                 of
                 you
                 can
                 know
                 :
              
            
             
               Assure
               your selves
               then
               I
               take
               no
               delight
               .
            
             
               Thus
               to
               complain
               ,
               
                 I
                 am
                 no
                 Hypocrite
              
               ,
            
             
               As
               you
               pretend
               ,
               my
               sorrows
               are
               no
               less
            
             
               Then
               I
               esteem
               them
               ,
               nay
               could
               I
               expresse
            
             
               My
               inward
               griefs
               ,
               they
               'r
               more
               in
               number
               sure
               ,
            
             
               Then
               mortal
               man
               did
               ever
               yet
               endure
               .
            
          
           
             
               Forbear
               then
               ,
               pray
               ,
               —
               at
               my
               desire
               ,
               forbear
               ,
               
            
             
               From
               
                 such
                 Discourse
              
               ,
               so
               rigid
               ,
               so
               severe
               ,
            
             
               As
               wound
               my
               Heart
               more
               than
               my
               Sorrows
               do
               ,
            
             
               With
               all
               my
               Plagues
               ,
               and
               Torments
               ,
               pray
               allow
            
             
               My
               grief
               some
               vent
               ,
               or
               (
               as
               my
               present
               case
               is
               )
            
             
               Should
               I
               be
               silent
               ,
               I
               should
               burst
               to
               pieces
               .
            
             
               Have
               patience
               but
               a
               while
               ,
               and
               you
               shall
               see
               ,
            
             
               There
               's
               no
               so
               great
               iniquity
               in
               me
               ,
            
             
               As
               you
               alleage
               :
               when
               my
               survey
               is
               made
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               my
               woes
               ,
               my
               words
               in
               Scales
               are
               laid
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Cap.
             VII
             .
          
           
             
               THen
               what
               am
               I
               ?
               —
               a
               man
               —
               and
               what
               is
               he
               ?
               
            
             
               
                 A
                 breathing
                 Bauble
              
               —
               now
               pray
               let
               us
               see
            
             
               What
               is
               
                 this
                 man
              
               ,
               —
               of
               what
               should
               he
               be
               proud
               ?
            
             
               What
               more
               than
               t'
               other
               Creatures
               is
               allow'd
            
             
             
               To
               this
               same
               taudry
               piece
               of
               Flesh
               ,
               and
               Bone
               ,
            
             
               This
               painted
               Glow-worm
               ,
               this
               Cameleon
               ,
            
             
               That
               casts
               it self
               in
               every
               Form
               ,
               and
               Shape
               ,
            
             
               And
               fain
               would
               something
               of
               its
               Maker
               Ape
               ▪
            
             
               Is
               there
               not
               to
               this
               glorious
               Creature
               set
            
             
               A
               certain
               time
               ?
               his
               days
               are
               limitate
               ,
            
             
               As
               are
               those
               of
               a
               Hireling
               ,
               his
               abode
            
             
               Upon
               this
               Earth
               has
               its
               own
               period
               ;
            
             
               Beyond
               which
               no
               man
               of
               the
               greatest
               strength
               ,
            
             
               Can
               pass
               —
               vain
               man
               must
               dye
               —
               vain
               man
               at
               length
            
             
               Must
               drop
               into
               his
               Grave
               ,
               and
               there
               become
            
             
               The
               very
               Dross
               ,
               the
               
                 Caput
                 mort●um
              
            
             
               Of
               Lifes
               projection
               ,
               fitted
               for
               no
               use
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               is
               this
               all
               his
               labour
               doth
               produce
               .
            
             
               Although
               he
               fancies
               to
               himself
               he
               may
               ,
            
             
               Exceed
               
                 the
                 reputation
                 of
                 Clay
              
            
             
               In
               high
               conceits
               ,
               and
               even
               seems
               to
               hold
            
             
               Within
               his
               Clutch
               whole
               Magazines
               of
               Gold
               ,
            
             
               Like
               one
               ,
               who
               in
               a
               Dream
               great
               Booties
               takes
               ,
            
             
               But
               finds
               himself
               deceiv'd
               ,
               when
               he
               awakes
               .
            
             
               On
               what
               alace
               then
               should
               
                 this
                 silly
                 Tool
              
            
             
               Value
               it self
               !
               —
               
                 this
                 Hypocondriackfooll
              
               ,
            
             
               For
               what
               should
               he
               himself
               so
               much
               esteem
               ,
            
             
               When
               all
               his
               Life
               is
               but
               a
               
                 very
                 Dream
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Have
               you
               not
               seen
               a
               Labourer
               all
               the
               day
               ,
               
            
             
               Long
               for
               the
               
                 happy
                 night
              
               ,
               wherein
               he
               may
            
             
               Refresh
               his
               wearied
               Bones
               ,
               and
               think
               the
               Sun
            
             
               Spite
               of
               him
               ,
               with
               too
               slow
               a
               pace
               doth
               run
               .
            
             
               And
               with
               impatience
               doth
               his
               Task
               attend
               ,
            
             
               Longing
               to
               have
               his
               Labours
               at
               an
               end
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 This
                 is
                 my
                 very
                 case
              
               ,
               for
               so
               have
               I
               
            
             
               Toil'd
               all
               the
               day
               long
               of
               my
               vanity
               ,
            
             
               And
               long'd
               extreemly
               for
               th'approach
               of
               night
               ,
            
             
               In
               which
               I
               pleas'd
               my self
               to
               think
               I
               might
            
             
               Enjoy
               some
               Rest
               ;
               but
               here
               the
               difference
               lay
            
             
               'Twixt
               the
               Labourer
               ,
               and
               me
               ,
               the
               night
               ,
               and
               day
            
             
               To
               me
               were
               both
               alike
               ;
               no
               rest
               I
               found
            
             
               In
               either
               ,
               at
               no
               rate
               I
               could
               compound
            
             
               With
               sleep
               for
               one
               hour
               of
               its
               company
               ,
            
             
               But
               on
               my
               Bed
               ,
               I
               'd
               sick
               ,
               and
               tossing
               lye
               ,
            
             
               With
               Eyes
               unclos'd
               ,
               and
               Spirit
               much
               perplex't
               ,
            
             
               Fainting
               with
               grief
               ,
               in
               Mind
               ,
               and
               Body
               vex't
               .
            
             
               So
               runs
               my
               Time
               ,
               so
               do
               my
               Years
               advance
               ,
            
             
               I'have
               indeed
               had
               for
               Inheritance
               ,
            
             
               Long
               dayes
               of
               pain
               ,
               and
               months
               of
               
                 vanity
                 ▪
              
            
             
               Which
               makes
               my
               Life
               a
               
                 Scene
                 of
                 misery
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               soon
               as
               I
               my self
               compose
               to
               Rest
               ,
               
            
             
               Thinking
               to
               cach
               some
               slender
               Nap
               at
               least
               ,
            
             
               Before
               I
               shut
               up
               my
               o'rewearied
               Eyes
               ,
            
             
               Now
               I
               lye
               down
               ,
               but
               when
               shall
               I
               arise
            
             
               I
               say
               ,
               how
               shall
               I
               pass
               the
               
                 tedious
                 night
              
               ?
            
             
               When
               shall
               I
               see
               again
               the
               
                 morning
                 light
              
               ?
            
             
               The
               night
               I
               do
               by
               Moments
               Calculate
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               impatience
               for
               the
               Morning
               wait
               ?
            
             
             
               With
               tossing
               too
               ,
               and
               fro
               upon
               my
               Bed
               ,
            
             
               My
               Body
               is
               sore
               pain'd
               ,
               and
               wearied
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               Body
               tortur'd
               with
               a
               
                 strange
                 Disease
              
               ,
               
            
             
               W●ose
               fury
               no
               soft
               Ointments
               can
               appease
               :
            
             
               What
               art
               to
               such
               as
               I
               am
               can
               bring
               ease
               ?
            
             
               My
               Flesh
               with
               Vermine
               is
               all
               overspread
               ,
            
             
               See
               how
               with
               Dust
               ,
               and
               Mud
               I
               'm
               covered
               .
            
             
               My
               Skin
               to
               pieces
               is
               all
               rent
               ,
               and
               torn
               ,
            
             
               Was
               ever
               man
               to
               such
               sad
               Judgements
               born
               ?
            
             
               My
               Pains
               ,
               and
               Torments
               are
               all
               visible
               ,
            
             
               With
               Ulcers
               I
               am
               become
               horrible
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               days
               do
               pass
               with
               more
               celerity
               ,
               
            
             
               Than
               Weavers
               Shuttle
               through
               the
               Web
               doth
               fly
               .
            
             
               Amidst
               a
               thousand
               Sorrows
               ,
               Cares
               ,
               and
               Fears
               ,
            
             
               I
               spend
               
                 some
                 inconsiderable
                 Years
              
               .
            
             
               They
               flye
               ,
               they
               flye
               ,
               nothing
               in
               Earth
               ,
               or
               Air
               ,
            
             
               In
               swiftness
               ,
               can
               with
               humane
               years
               compare
               ,
            
             
               Out
               all
               sight
               they
               flye
               ,
               they
               flye
               amaine
               ,
            
             
               Never
               intending
               to
               return
               again
               .
            
             
               
                 Time
                 turns
                 its
                 Hour-glass
                 ,
                 and
                 ore'turns
                 us
                 all
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 No
                 Mortal
                 Creature
                 can
                 its
                 Time
                 recal
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Consider
               then
               ,
               good
               Lord
               ,
               what
               thing
               I
               am
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               how
               I
               must
               return
               from
               whence
               I
               came
               ,
            
             
               In
               a
               few
               days
               :
               my
               Life
               is
               but
               a
               blast
               ,
            
             
               And
               like
               a
               
                 puff
                 of
                 Wind
              
               ,
               is
               quicklie
               past
               .
            
             
               Then
               shall
               my
               Eyes
               ,
               with
               darkness
               black
               ,
               as
               night
               ,
            
             
               Be
               sealed
               up
               ,
               and
               to
               my
               earthly
               sight
               ,
            
             
               Nothing
               that
               's
               pleasant
               shall
               again
               appear
               ,
            
             
               For
               what
               to
               me
               most
               precious
               was
               .
               and
               dear
               ,
            
             
               I
               have
               alreadie
               lost
               ,
               and
               now
               remains
               ,
            
             
               What
               to
               preserve
               ,
               is
               hardlie
               worth
               my
               pains
               .
            
             
               For
               why
               ,
               alace
               ,
               should
               such
               a
               one
               as
               I
            
             
               Desire
               to
               live
               in
               pain
               ,
               and
               misery
               ,
            
             
               Of
               which
               I
               cann't
               be
               free
               ,
               unless
               I
               dye
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               a
               short
               time
               (
               for
               which
               I
               do
               implore
               )
               
            
             
               Th'
               Eye
               that
               hath
               seen
               me
               ,
               shall
               see
               me
               no
               more
               .
            
             
               Thy
               Eyes
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
               are
               on
               me
               ,
               and
               annon
            
             
               Shal't
               strike
               me
               dead
               ,
               and
               so
               I
               shall
               be
               gone
               .
            
             
               I
               shall
               no
               longer
               in
               this
               state
               remain
               ,
            
             
               For
               Death
               shall
               put
               an
               end
               to
               all
               my
               pain
               .
            
          
           
             
               As
               Clouds
               do
               quickly
               vanish
               into
               Air
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               in
               
                 full
                 Bodies
              
               do
               no
               more
               appear
               ,
            
             
               So
               he
               that
               once
               goes
               down
               to
               silent
               Grave
               ,
            
             
               To
               Life
               again
               shall
               no
               more
               access
               have
               .
            
          
           
             
               Shall
               not
               return
               unto
               his
               dwelling
               place
               ,
               
            
             
               For
               even
               his
               Servants
               ,
               who
               ador'd
               his
               Face
               ,
            
             
               To
               whom
               ,
               on
               Life
               ,
               his
               presence
               was
               most
               dear
               ,
            
             
               If
               after
               Death
               ,
               to
               them
               he
               shall
               appear
               ;
            
             
               His
               gastlie
               looks
               will
               make
               them
               quicklie
               run
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               can
               these
               very
               underlings
               be
               won
               ,
            
             
               With
               their
               old
               Friend
               ,
               and
               Master
               to
               converse
               ,
            
             
               By
               all
               the
               Rhetorick
               of
               the
               Universe
               .
            
             
               Though
               all
               such
               apparitions
               as
               these
               ,
            
             
               Are
               but
               
                 meer
                 phantasms
              
               ,
               and
               delude
               our
               Eyes
               .
            
             
             
               With
               empty
               Shadows
               of
               composed
               Air
               ,
            
             
               But
               the
               
                 True
                 Body
              
               never
               doth
               appear
               :
            
             
               That
               rests
               in
               Grave
               ,
               and
               shall
               not
               rise
               before
               ,
            
             
               The
               Fabrick
               of
               this
               Earth
               shall
               be
               no
               more
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               since
               no
               other
               lenitive
               can
               be
               found
               ,
               
            
             
               T'
               allay
               my
               grief
               ,
               ere
               I
               go
               under
               ground
               ,
            
             
               But
               only
               words
               ,
               by
               which
               I
               may
               express
               ,
            
             
               Those
               inward
               ills
               ,
               that
               do
               my
               Soul
               oppress
               ,
            
             
               I
               will
               not
               spare
               my
               mouth
               ,
               but
               openly
            
             
               Unto
               my
               ever-living
               God
               I
               'le
               cry
               .
            
             
               I
               'le
               speak
               ,
               as
               one
               in
               Spirit
               sore
               perplex't
               ,
            
             
               As
               one
               with
               Plagues
               ,
               and
               Torments
               shrewdly
               vex't
               .
            
             
               
                 I
                 'le
                 speake
                 ,
                 I
                 'le
                 speak
                 ,
                 ,
              
               I
               will
               not
               hold
               my
               Tongue
               ,
            
             
               But
               roar
               out
               my
               oppressions
               all
               day
               long
               .
            
          
           
             
               Lord
               ,
               I
               'le
               say
               ,
               what
               am
               I
               !
               an
               Ocean
               !
               
            
             
               A
               Whale
               .
               or
               any
               thing
               that
               's
               more
               than
               man
               !
            
             
               That
               to
               destroy
               me
               thou
               shouldst
               take
               such
               pains
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               to
               undo
               all
               that
               of
               me
               remains
               ,
            
             
               Were
               but
               a
               small
               Task
               for
               a
               Gnat
               ,
               a
               Flee
               ,
            
             
               A
               Wasp
               ,
               a
               Hornet
               ,
               or
               a
               
                 humble
                 Bee
              
               :
            
             
               Why
               shouldst
               then
               be
               at
               so
               much
               pains
               ,
               good
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               To
               kill
               a
               thing
               ,
               which
               of
               its
               own
               accord
               ,
            
             
               Will
               quickly
               dye
               ,
               a
               thing
               ,
               that
               by
               thy
               Wrath
               ,
            
             
               As
               yet
               deny'd
               the
               
                 liberty
                 of
                 Death
              
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               only
               some
               small
               sparks
               of
               Life
               retain
               ,
            
             
               And
               like
               a
               
                 Dying
                 Creature
              
               ,
               breaths
               with
               pain
               .
            
             
               
                 One
                 entire
                 Ulcer
              
               ,
               a
               meer
               lump
               of
               Boyls
               ,
            
             
               A
               heap
               of
               Sores
               ,
               one
               loaden
               with
               the
               Spoiles
               ,
            
             
               Of
               all
               Diseases
               ;
               one
               so
               fully
               spent
            
             
               In
               Body
               ,
               and
               in
               Mind
               so
               discontent
               ,
            
             
               No
               pleasure
               ,
               which
               the
               World
               affords
               ,
               can
               hire
            
             
               My
               Soul
               to
               Live
               :
               pray
               let
               me
               now
               expire
               ;
            
             
               
                 Or
                 else
                 I
                 fear
                 ,
                 that
                 through
                 impatience
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 my
                 afflictions
                 ,
                 I
                 may
                 give
                 offence
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               For
               when
               I
               say
               my
               Couch
               shall
               me
               relieve
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               in
               my
               Bed
               I
               shall
               some
               comfort
               have
               ,
            
             
               When
               I
               imagine
               I
               may
               find
               some
               ease
               ,
            
             
               In-sleep
               to
               cull
               the
               edge
               of
               my
               Disease
               .
            
             
               When
               I
               suppose
               I
               may
               find
               Consolation
               ,
            
             
               I'
               th'
               pleasure
               of
               a
               few
               hours
               Meditation
               :
            
             
               And
               whilst
               on
               Pillow
               I
               my
               Head
               do
               lay
               ,
            
             
               To
               sleep
               away
               the
               sorrows
               of
               the
               day
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Then
               dost
               thou
               put
               my
               Soul
               all
               in
               a
               fright
               ,
               
            
             
               With
               fearful
               Dreams
               ,
               
                 and
                 Visions
                 of
                 the
                 night
              
               .
            
             
               In
               a
               cold
               sweat
               I
               lye
               ,
               my
               Flesh
               ,
               and
               Bones
               ,
            
             
               My
               Joints
               ,
               and
               Sinews
               tremble
               all
               at
               once
               .
            
             
               Strugling
               with
               pain
               ,
               upon
               my
               Bed
               I
               rowl
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               horrid
               Objects
               do
               night-mare
               my
               Soul
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               my
               troubled
               fancie
               represent
               ,
            
             
               What
               neither
               Tongue
               can
               speak
               ,
               or
               hard
               can
               paint
               .
            
             
               
                 Hells
                 Terrors
              
               plainlie
               are
               to
               me
               reveal'd
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               with
               amusing
               sleep
               my
               Eyes
               are
               seal●d
               ;
            
             
               On
               which
               reflecting
               when
               I
               do
               awake
               ;
            
             
               Fear
               damps
               my
               Soul
               ,
               and
               makes
               my
               Body
               shake
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Hence
               Drowning
               ,
               Smothering
               ,
               Strangling
               of
               the
               Breath
               ,
               
            
             
               Or
               any
               of
               the
               numerous
               kinds
               of
               Death
            
             
               My
               Soul
               to
               Life
               prefers
               ;
               my
               generous
               Soul
            
             
               Abhorrs
               to
               live
               in
               such
               a
               lurking
               hole
               ,
            
             
               As
               is
               this
               body
               ;
               such
               a
               vile
               Hog-sty
               ,
            
             
               A
               
                 Brutish
                 Soul
              
               would
               even
               disdain
               to
               ly
            
             
               Within
               its
               Walls
               :
               a
               Cottage
               so
               unclean
               ,
            
             
               So
               Cob
               web-furnish'd
               ,
               so
               obscure
               ,
               and
               mean
               ,
            
             
               As
               none
               but
               one
               of
               Life
               that
               's
               wearyed
            
             
               In
               such
               a
               villanous
               Cave
               would
               lay
               his
               bed
               .
            
             
               What
               Soul
               so
               poor
               and
               mean
               exceeding
               but
            
             
               The
               small
               Dimensions
               of
               a
               Hazel
               nut
            
             
               Would
               stoop
               so
               low
               ,
               as
               condescend
               to
               dwell
            
             
               In
               such
               an
               ugly
               ,
               smelling
               nasty
               Cell
               ,
            
             
               As
               is
               this
               body
               ,
               which
               I
               do
               call
               mine
               ,
            
             
               So
               thin
               ,
               the
               Sun
               doth
               clearly
               through
               it
               shine
               ,
            
             
               Is
               this
               a
               Lodging
               for
               a
               
                 Thing
                 Divine
              
               ?
            
             
               A
               tottering
               Fabrick
               ,
               which
               the
               rotten
               Bones
            
             
               Not
               able
               to
               support
               ,
               down
               all
               at
               once
            
             
               Will
               quickly
               fall
               :
               is
               this
               a
               dwelling
               place
            
             
               For
               any
               thing
               come
               of
               a
               
                 Heavenly
                 Race
              
               ?
            
             
               No
               ,
               no
               ,
               
                 fly
                 hence
                 my
                 Soul
              
               ,
               fly
               hence
               ,
               make
               haste
            
             
               Why
               dost
               not
               fly
               ?
               for
               such
               a
               
                 Noble
                 Guest
              
            
             
               There
               's
               here
               no
               room
               ,
               no
               fit
               Accomodation
               ,
            
             
               This
               body
               can
               afford
               no
               Habitation
               ,
            
             
               For
               such
               as
               thee
               ,
               
                 Dear
                 Soul.
              
               —
               —
            
             
               O
               let
               me
               dy
               then
               ,
               let
               me
               dy
               ,
               good
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               O
               let
               me
               dy
               ,
               Death
               surely
               will
               afford
            
             
               Such
               comfort
               ,
               as
               I
               here
               expect
               in
               vain
               .
            
             
               Why
               should
               I
               live
               then
               in
               such
               grievous
               pain
               ?
            
             
               And
               as
               a
               mark
               to
               all
               sad
               torments
               stand
            
             
               When
               
                 pitying
                 Death
              
               doth
               offer
               help
               at
               hand
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               this
               condition
               ,
               I
               do
               do
               life
               abhorr
               ,
               
            
             
               I
               ba●e
               it
               ,
               and
               shall
               never
               love
               it
               more
               .
            
             
               What
               should
               I
               for
               a
               few
               hours
               breathing
               give
               ?
            
             
               For
               't
               is
               impossible
               I
               can
               longer
               live
               .
            
             
               O
               spare
               me
               then
               for
               some
               small
               time
               at
               least
            
             
               That
               these
               o
               ▪
               re
               wearyed
               bones
               may
               have
               some
               rest
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               this
               life
               I
               may
               find
               ease
               ,
               before
            
             
               I
               take
               my
               Journey
               hence
               ,
               and
               be
               no
               more
               :
            
             
               E're
               I
               be
               wrapp'd
               up
               in
               Eternity
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               my
               days
               are
               but
               meer
               vanity
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               
                 what
                 is
                 Man
              
               that
               thou
               shouldst
               look
               upon
               him
               ?
               
            
             
               This
               wretched
               thing
               ,
               that
               thou
               shouldst
               so
               much
               own
               him
               .
            
             
               Thou
               dost
               thy
               heart
               too
               much
               upon
               him
               set
               ,
            
             
               Which
               makes
               the
               silly
               Toad
               it self
               forget
               ,
            
             
               Valuing
               it self
               so
               much
               on
               thy
               esteem
            
             
               As
               it
               hath
               purchas'd
               to
               its
               self
               a
               name
               ,
            
             
               Beyond
               the
               other
               Creatures
               of
               thy
               hand
               :
            
             
               Whereas
               if
               it
               ,
               it self
               did
               understand
               ,
            
             
               'T
               is
               but
               as
               dust
               ,
               that
               'fore
               the
               Wind
               doth
               fly
               ,
            
             
               A
               passing
               thought
               ,
               
                 th'
                 abstract
                 of
                 vanity
              
               .
            
             
               Since
               thou
               canst
               then
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               by
               one
               word
               destroy
            
             
               This
               Creature
               ,
               why
               shouldst
               so
               much
               time
               employ
            
             
             
               In
               Torturing
               of
               it
               thus
               ,
               once
               ,
               and
               again
               ,
            
             
               And
               not
               by
               
                 one
                 blow
              
               put
               me
               out
               of
               pain
               .
            
             
               
                 One
                 blow
                 of
                 favour
              
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               I
               do
               implore
               ,
            
             
               Kill
               me
               ,
               and
               then
               I
               shall
               complain
               no
               more
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               still
               I
               cannot
               fancy
               ,
               why
               shouldst
               thou
               ,
               
            
             
               Before
               whom
               all
               in
               Heavens
               ,
               and
               Earth
               do
               bow
               ,
            
             
               Have
               this
               same
               Creature
               Man
               in
               such
               esteem
            
             
               This
               flying
               Shade
               ,
               this
               passage
               of
               a
               Dream
               ,
            
             
               A
               thing
               so
               mean
               ,
               not
               worth
               thy
               Observation
               ,
            
             
               Why
               should'st
               allow
               it
               so
               much
               Reputation
               ?
            
             
               That
               thou
               the
               great
               Creator
               every
               day
            
             
               Shouldst
               of
               
                 this
                 pismire
              
               make
               so
               strict
               survey
               .
            
          
           
             
               How
               long
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               shall
               I
               in
               these
               Torments
               lye
               ●
               
            
             
               Ah
               is
               there
               no
               end
               of
               my
               Misery
               !
            
             
               Some
               respite
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               I
               beg
               ,
               I
               do
               request
               ,
            
             
               Some
               breathing
               time
               ,
               even
               so
               long
               time
               at
               least
               ,
            
             
               Free
               from
               these
               pains
               ,
               as
               I
               may
               swallow
               down
            
             
               My
               Spittle
               :
               Oh
               ,
               good
               God
               ,
               let
               me
               alone
               ▪
            
             
               But
               for
               a
               Moment
               ,
               that
               I
               may
               but
               try
            
             
               Thy
               goodness
               once
               ,
               again
               ,
               before
               I
               Dye
               .
            
          
           
             
               Lord
               I
               have
               sinn'd
               ,
               't
               is
               true
               ,
               I
               do
               confess
               
            
             
               My
               Error
               ,
               and
               
                 my
                 black
                 unrighteousness
              
               .
            
             
               What
               shall
               I
               do
               !
               how
               shall
               I
               answer
               find
            
             
               To
               thee
               ,
               
                 the
                 great
                 preserver
                 of
                 Mankind
              
               !
            
             
               As
               worst
               of
               sinners
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               thou
               dost
               me
               treat
               ,
            
             
               For
               as
               my
               Sins
               ,
               so
               are
               my
               Judgements
               great
               .
            
             
               Th'
               hast
               set
               me
               gainst
               thee
               ,
               as
               a
               Mark
               ,
               or
               Butt
               ,
            
             
               At
               which
               thy
               pointed
               Arrows
               thou
               dost
               shoot
               ,
            
             
               With
               Torments
               hast
               me
               so
               o'reloadened
               ,
            
             
               That
               long
               ago
               of
               Life
               
               I
               'm
               wearied
               .
            
          
           
             
               Why
               should
               thy
               wrath
               continually
               burn
               ,
               
            
             
               'Gainst
               a
               poor
               sinner
               !
               O
               let
               Grace
               return
               ,
            
             
               Pardon
               my
               sins
               :
               wash
               from
               iniquity
            
             
               The
               Soul
               thou
               gavst
               me
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               before
               I
               dye
               .
            
             
               Let
               me
               of
               Mercy
               hear
               the
               joyful
               sound
               ,
            
             
               For
               in
               an
               instant
               I
               shall
               not
               be
               found
               .
            
             
               I
               dye
               ,
               I
               dye
               ,
               my
               Passing
               Bell
               doth
               Toul
               ,
            
             
               
                 Have
                 Mercy
                 ,
                 Lord
                 ,
                 have
                 Mercy
                 on
                 my
                 Soul.
                 
              
            
          
        
         
           
             Cap.
             VIII
             .
          
           
             
               THus
               have
               we
               seen
               how
               Job
               with
               grief
               opprest
               ,
               
            
             
               By
               night
               and
               day
               ,
               has
               in
               his
               Mind
               no
               rest
               .
            
             
               In
               this
               sad
               case
               ,
               with
               great
               impatience
               ,
            
             
               Appears
               to
               quarrel
               even
               Providence
               .
            
             
               For
               those
               his
               Friends
               ,
               of
               whom
               he
               did
               expect
            
             
               Some
               Comfort
               ,
               rather
               sharplie
               did
               him
               check
               ,
            
             
               For
               th'
               Errors
               of
               his
               Life
               ,
               and
               openly
            
             
               Reprov'd
               him
               for
               his
               
                 gross
                 Hypocrisie
              
               :
            
             
               We
               've
               seen
               with
               how
               much
               Art
               and
               Eloquence
               ,
            
             
             
               One
               of
               his
               friends
               has
               given
               evidence
            
             
               Against
               him
               ,
               now
               another
               undertakes
               ,
            
             
               Th'
               argument
               ,
               and
               thus
               he
               answer
               makes
               .
            
          
           
             
               How
               long
               ,
               sayes
               he
               ,
               friend
               ,
               wilt
               thou
               thus
               exclaim
               ▪
               
            
             
               Against
               that
               justice
               ,
               which
               the
               Heavens
               did
               frame
               ,
            
             
               To
               what
               do
               all
               thy
               imprecations
               tend
               ?
            
             
               What
               means
               this
               clamour
               ?
               shall
               there
               be
               no
               end
            
             
               Of
               this
               thy
               
                 idle
                 talking
              
               ?
               shall
               we
               be
            
             
               Oblig'd
               to
               hear
               ,
               what
               none
               ,
               but
               such
               as
               thee
            
             
               Would
               stammer
               out
               ?
               what
               one
               in
               sober
               case
            
             
               Would
               be
               asham'd
               to
               speak
               :
               such
               words
               as
               these
               ,
            
             
               Which
               thou
               in
               foolish
               passion
               hast
               us'd
            
             
               Against
               our
               God
               :
               would
               hardly
               be
               excus'd
               ,
            
             
               Out
               of
               a
               mad-mans
               mouth
               :
               but
               when
               they
               flow
            
             
               From
               such
               as
               thee
               ,
               friend
               ,
               whom
               we
               all
               do
               know
            
             
               To
               be
               of
               more
               than
               ordinary
               Sense
               ,
            
             
               We
               must
               condemn
               ,
               
                 thy
                 gross
                 impatience
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Dost
               '
               think
               that
               God
               ,
               whose
               great
               and
               mighty
               Name
               ,
               
            
             
               All
               things
               Created
               ,
               dayly
               do
               proclaim
               ,
            
             
               Can
               in
               his
               judgements
               err
               ,
               can
               any
               thing
            
             
               Invert
               the
               firm
               Decrees
               of
               Heavens
               King
               ?
            
             
               He
               who
               himself
               is
               Justice
               ,
               can
               he
               do
            
             
               What
               is
               unjust
               ?
               dost
               '
               think
               that
               he
               'l
               allow
            
             
               Vain
               man
               t'
               imagine
               that
               he
               can
               dispense
            
             
               With
               what
               injustice
               is
               ,
               in
               any
               Sense
               ?
            
             
               Dost
               think
               he
               can
               be
               Brib'd
               ,
               
                 as
                 dayly
                 here
              
            
             
               
                 Our
                 Judges
                 are
              
               ,
               either
               by
               Hope
               ,
               or
               Fear
               ,
            
             
               With
               all
               th'
               efforts
               of
               humane
               Art
               ,
               and
               Skill
            
             
               T'
               alter
               th'
               Eternal
               Purpose
               of
               his
               Will.
               
            
          
           
             
               Why
               if
               thy
               Children
               did
               their
               God
               offend
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               for
               their
               sins
               ,
               were
               brought
               t'
               untimely
               end
               :
            
             
               Why
               dost
               '
               regrate
               the
               loss
               so
               bitterly
               ,
            
             
               Of
               those
               who
               for
               their
               Crimes
               deserv'd
               to
               dye
               ?
            
             
               No
               sure
               thou
               shouldst
               not
               such
               thy
               Children
               call
               ,
            
             
               But
               rather
               take
               example
               by
               their
               Fall
               ;
            
             
               T'
               abstain
               from
               sin
               ,
               and
               not
               provoke
               the
               Wrath
            
             
               Of
               him
               ,
               who
               in
               his
               Hand
               has
               Life
               ,
               and
               Death
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               if
               thou
               'lt
               call
               on
               God
               ,
               and
               earnestlie
               
            
             
               Implore
               assistance
               from
               his
               Majesty
               ,
            
             
               If
               with
               a
               heart
               ,
               and
               hands
               uplifted
               thou
               ,
            
             
               Humbly
               before
               thy
               great
               Creator
               bow
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               with
               a
               cordial
               true
               sincerity
               ,
               
            
             
               Thou
               to
               thy
               Maker
               dost
               thy self
               apply
               ;
            
             
               Then
               will
               he
               hear
               thy
               Pray'r
               and
               after
               all
               ,
            
             
               What
               now
               thou
               dost
               most
               grievous
               Torments
               call
               ,
            
             
               He
               'l
               re-establish
               thee
               ,
               and
               make
               thee
               see
               ,
            
             
               How
               much
               ,
               for
               all
               thy
               Plagues
               ,
               he
               valueth
               thee
               .
            
             
               He
               'l
               blesse
               thy
               dwelling
               House
               with
               Righteousness
               ,
            
             
               And
               '
               crown
               thy
               Life
               with
               Honour
               ,
               Wealth
               ,
               and
               Peace
               .
            
          
           
             
               Nay
               tho
               thou
               now
               dost
               in
               affliction
               lye
               ,
               
            
             
               Complaining
               of
               thy
               
                 Pains
                 ,
                 and
                 Agony
              
               .
            
             
               Although
               thy
               present
               Case
               seems
               to
               declare
               ,
            
             
               No
               Remedy
               is
               left
               thee
               ,
               but
               despare
               .
            
             
               Yet
               shall
               thy
               latter
               end
               with
               joyes
               be
               bless't
            
             
             
               And
               thou
               of
               great
               abundance
               be
               possest
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               if
               thou
               wilt
               not
               credit
               what
               we
               say
               ,
               
            
             
               Go
               too
               ,
               enquire
               ,
               search
               all
               Records
               I
               pray
               ,
            
             
               Dig
               in
               the
               bowels
               of
               Antiquity
               ,
            
             
               Where
               
                 Times
                 immense
                 spare-treasury
              
               doth
               ly
               .
            
             
               Where
               our
               Creators
               Glorious
               Works
               of
               old
               ,
            
             
               Are
               to
               be
               read
               in
               
                 Characters
                 of
                 Gold.
              
            
             
               There
               shalt
               thou
               see
               ,
               what
               mercies
               God
               hath
               shown
            
             
               To
               those
               he
               loves
               :
               how
               much
               he
               for
               his
               own
            
             
               At
               all
               times
               hath
               appear'd
               :
               enquire
               now
               pray
               ,
            
             
               For
               ,
               truth
               is
               ,
               
                 we
                 are
                 but
                 of
                 Yesterday
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Just
               drop't
               into
               the
               World
               ,
               meer
               Novices
               ,
               
            
             
               Have
               no
               deep
               thoughts
               ,
               and
               can
               at
               best
               but
               guess
               ,
            
             
               Men
               of
               no
               reach
               ,
               nor
               is
               there
               time
               allow'd
               ,
            
             
               For
               us
               to
               learn
               on
               earth
               ,
               although
               we
               wou'd
               .
            
             
               For
               ,
               as
               a
               shadow
               ,
               so
               our
               years
               do
               pass
               ,
            
             
               Our
               Days
               by
               time
               are
               eaten
               up
               like
               Grass
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               O
               let
               
                 Venerable
                 Antiquity
              
               
            
             
               Inform
               thee
               plainly
               how
               the
               case
               doth
               ly
               ,
            
             
               Ask
               Councel
               of
               
                 dead
                 Wise
                 Men
              
               ,
               in
               a
               word
            
             
               Let
               what
               those
               Father
               's
               left
               upon
               Record
            
             
               Teach
               thee
               ,
               let
               their
               Authority
               prevail
               ,
            
             
               For
               what
               we
               speak
               ,
               perhaps
               thou
               think'st
               a
               Tale.
               
            
          
           
             
               Inform
               thy self
               then
               ,
               and
               thou'lt
               surely
               find
               .
               
            
             
               We
               are
               thy
               real
               Friends
               ,
               and
               are
               more
               kind
            
             
               Than
               thou
               imagin'st
               ,
               for
               we
               do
               not
               mean
            
             
               To
               flatter
               thee
               :
               but
               hearing
               thee
               complain
            
             
               Of
               thy
               sad
               usage
               ,
               as
               if
               thou
               wert
               one
            
             
               Void
               of
               all
               sin
               ,
               and
               it
               could
               not
               be
               known
            
             
               What
               mov'd
               our
               God
               so
               sore
               to
               punish
               thee
               ,
            
             
               We
               tell
               thee
               ,
               we
               the
               reason
               plainly
               see
               .
            
             
               
                 Sins
                 usher
                 Judgments
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 Flames
                 do
                 heat
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               as
               when
               Serpents
               Mouth
               ,
               and
               Tail
               doth
               meet
               ,
            
             
               It
               makes
               a
               Circle
               ,
               so
               the
               sin
               goes
               round
               ,
            
             
               Then
               meeting
               with
               the
               Judgment
               doth
               confound
            
             
               It self
               with
               th'
               substance
               of
               that
               pois'nous
               thing
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               the
               Sin
               ,
               and
               Plague
               make
               up
               
                 one
                 Ring
              
               :
            
             
               In
               which
               Ingraven
               we
               may
               plainly
               read
            
             
               The
               cause
               ,
               from
               whence
               the
               judgment
               doth
               proceed
               .
            
             
               For
               Sin
               and
               Judgment
               are
               so
               link'd
               together
            
             
               As
               he
               who
               sees
               the
               one
               may
               see
               the
               other
               .
            
             
               Let
               's
               argue
               then
               ,
               my
               Friend
               ,
               I
               do
               desire
               ,
            
             
               Can
               a
               Rush
               grow
               up
               ,
               where
               there
               is
               no
               Mire
               ?
            
             
               Can
               Grass
               ,
               unless
               by
               water
               moistened
            
             
               Grow
               up
               ,
               and
               with
               fair
               Coverlet
               o're
               spread
            
             
               Both
               Hills
               ,
               and
               Valleys
               :
               as
               is
               daily
               seen
               ,
            
          
           
             
               The
               Grass
               which
               withers
               ,
               whilst
               is
               yet
               green
               :
               
            
             
               It
               doth
               require
               no
               toil
               to
               cut
               it
               down
               ,
            
             
               For
               it
               doth
               fade
               ,
               before
               it
               can
               be
               mown
               .
            
             
               Before
               all
               other
               Herbs
               it
               withereth
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               its
               Beauty
               quickly
               perisheth
               .
            
          
           
             
               Such
               is
               the
               case
               of
               those
               ,
               who
               do
               forget
               
            
             
               Their
               God
               ,
               and
               on
               vain
               things
               their
               minds
               do
               set
               ▪
            
             
               Of
               whom
               ,
               I
               look
               upon
               
                 the
                 Hypocrite
              
            
             
             
               A
               creature
               ,
               who
               it self
               a
               Saint
               doth
               write
               ,
            
             
               Pretending
               to
               a
               singular
               Purity
               ,
            
             
               And
               gulls
               the
               World
               ,
               with
               
                 show
                 of
                 Piety
              
               ;
            
             
               To
               be
               the
               chief
               :
               this
               wretch
               I
               do
               esteem
            
             
               
                 The
                 worst
                 of
                 men
              
               ,
               not
               meriting
               the
               Name
               ,
            
             
               Even
               of
               a
               Moral
               Man
               ,
               so
               base
               a
               Creature
               ,
            
             
               So
               supercilious
               ,
               of
               so
               false
               a
               Nature
               ,
            
             
               As
               no
               man
               can
               his
               word
               ,
               or
               promise
               trust
               ,
            
             
               
                 An
                 ●bject
                 sinner
              
               ,
               nothing
               fram'd
               of
               Dust
            
             
               God
               hates
               so
               much
               :
               and
               therefore
               let
               him
               Treat
            
             
               His
               Conscience
               ,
               as
               he
               will
               ;
               and
               basely
               cheat
            
             
               
                 The
                 credulous
                 World
              
               ,
               with
               a
               Formality
               ,
            
             
               God
               will
               not
               suffer
               such
               Hypocrisie
            
             
               To
               flourish
               long
               :
               but
               in
               a
               moments
               space
            
             
               This
               painted
               Flower
               shall
               wither
               ,
               like
               the
               Grass
               ;
            
             
               For
               God
               shall
               soon
               ,
               for
               all
               his
               lofty
               top
               ,
            
             
               Dash
               him
               to
               thousand
               pieces
               with
               his
               hope
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               'l
               disappoint
               his
               hateful
               confidence
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               cut
               him
               off
               for
               all
               his
               formal
               sense
               ,
            
             
               Those
               earthly
               things
               ,
               in
               which
               he
               put
               his
               trust
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               in
               an
               instant
               be
               transform'd
               to
               dust
               :
            
             
               Of
               no
               more
               value
               ,
               than
               a
               Spiders
               house
               ,
            
             
               To
               every
               besome
               so
               obnoxious
               ,
            
             
               As
               what
               appears
               
                 most
                 neatly
                 wrought
                 to
                 day
              
               ,
            
             
               To
               morrow
               is
               
                 most
                 neatly
                 sweep't
                 away
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Shall
               soon
               perceive
               the
               flattering
               vanity
               ,
               
            
             
               Of
               such
               as
               think
               
                 t'
                 erect
                 a
                 family
              
            
             
               
                 On
                 villany
                 .
                 and
                 fraud
              
               (
               for
               desolation
               ,
            
             
               Is
               only
               built
               on
               such
               a
               weak
               foundation
               )
            
             
               His
               
                 out-side
                 piety
              
               shall
               no
               more
               prevail
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               those
               cunning
               Tricks
               ,
               and
               Arts
               shall
               fail
            
             
               By
               which
               he
               did
               the
               World
               abuse
               ;
               his
               name
            
             
               Shall
               not
               be
               mention'd
               ,
               but
               with
               scorn
               ,
               and
               shame
               .
            
             
               Let
               him
               do
               what
               he
               can
               to
               magnify
            
             
               The
               reputation
               of
               his
               Family
               .
            
             
               Let
               him
               hoord
               up
               his
               Means
               in
               Chests
               of
               Iron
               ,
            
             
               And
               round
               the
               same
               with
               Grats
               of
               Brass
               environ
               :
            
             
               Let
               him
               grasp
               close
               the
               things
               he
               loves
               so
               well
               ,
            
             
               And
               'mongst
               his
               quickly
               purchas'd
               Treasures
               dwell
               :
            
             
               Watching
               them
               ,
               with
               great
               trouble
               night
               ,
               and
               day
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               shall
               those
               darling
               Riches
               fly
               away
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               ,
               as
               in
               view
               o'
               th'
               Sun
               a
               tender
               Tree
               
            
             
               Still
               verdant
               flourisheth
               ,
               although
               it
               be
            
             
               Transplanted
               from
               one
               place
               t'
               another
               ,
               yet
            
             
               It
               growes
               apace
               ,
               and
               nothing
               doth
               abate
            
             
               Of
               its
               most
               pleasant
               shape
               ,
               and
               former
               strength
               ,
            
             
               Till
               it
               become
               a
               
                 lofty
                 pine
              
               at
               length
               .
            
          
           
             
               Although
               its
               Roots
               in
               Earth
               do
               scattered
               lye
               ,
               
            
             
               Like
               Mettals
               in
               the
               Veins
               ,
               so
               as
               no
               eye
            
             
               Can
               trace
               them
               ,
               some
               about
               the
               Fountain
               wrap't
               ,
            
             
               Some
               close
               to
               th'
               Arbours
               ,
               and
               the
               stone-house
               clap't
               :
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               pluck
               it
               up
               ,
               and
               to
               another
               Ground
               
            
             
               Transplant
               it
               ,
               as
               no
               vestige
               can
               be
               found
            
             
               Of
               its
               first
               seat
               ,
               so
               that
               no
               eye
               can
               know
            
             
             
               Whether
               a
               Tree
               did
               e're
               grow
               there
               ,
               or
               no.
               
            
          
           
             
               T'
               will
               soon
               shoot
               up
               amain
               ,
               and
               flourish
               more
               ,
               
            
             
               In
               that
               new
               soile
               ,
               than
               ere
               it
               did
               before
               .
            
             
               Even
               so
               the
               Godly
               ,
               though
               it
               be
               their
               case
               ,
            
             
               To
               be
               transplanted
               here
               from
               place
               to
               place
               :
            
             
               Toss'd
               with
               afflictions
               ,
               and
               with
               sorrows
               vex't
               ,
            
             
               With
               grief
               overwhelm'd
               ,
               with
               poverty
               perplex't
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               shall
               they
               laugh
               at
               length
               ,
               whilst
               others
               mourn
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               their
               woes
               shall
               to
               their
               profit
               turn
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               God
               an
               upright
               man
               will
               not
               neglect
               ,
               
            
             
               Nor
               will
               he
               th'
               injust
               in
               his
               wayes
               protect
               ;
            
             
               He
               will
               not
               thee
               ,
               friend
               ,
               in
               this
               state
               desert
               ,
            
             
               But
               after
               all
               will
               truly
               take
               thy
               part
               ;
            
          
           
             
               Nor
               will
               he
               leave
               thee
               ,
               till
               he
               has
               restor'd
               ,
               
            
             
               All
               he
               has
               taken
               from
               thee
               ,
               in
               a
               word
               ,
            
             
               He
               'll
               fill
               thy
               Lips
               with
               joy
               ,
               and
               make
               thee
               glad
            
             
               At
               length
               ,
               indeed
               ,
               more
               than
               thou
               now
               art
               sad
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               such
               as
               thee
               contemn'd
               in
               poverty
               ,
               
            
             
               When
               they
               perceive
               thee
               in
               prosperity
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               be
               asham'd
               of
               what
               they
               did
               before
               ,
            
             
               And
               shall
               thy
               friendship
               by
               all
               means
               implore
               .
            
             
               But
               if
               thou
               in
               thy
               stubborn
               ways
               persist
               ,
            
             
               And
               think
               it
               lawful
               to
               do
               what
               thou
               list
               ;
            
             
               Then
               shall
               thy
               sorrows
               ,
               ●stead
               of
               growing
               less
               ,
            
             
               Be
               more
               ,
               and
               
                 thy
                 afflictions
                 shall
                 encrease
              
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Cap.
             IX
             .
          
           
             
               DUring
               these
               learn'd
               digressions
               of
               Wit
               ;
               
            
             
               Job
               all
               the
               while
               most
               pensively
               did
               sit
               .
            
             
               For
               as
               to
               one
               condemn'd
               ,
               before
               he
               dye
            
             
               The
               Judge
               from
               Bench
               doth
               use
               himself
               t'
               apply
            
             
               In
               exhortations
               ,
               laying
               out
               his
               Crime
               .
            
             
               Resumes
               his
               Case
               ,
               and
               whilst
               it
               is
               yet
               time
               ,
            
             
               Conjures
               him
               to
               Repentance
               ,
               so
               ,
               while
               these
            
             
               Did
               open
               thus
               Jobs
               Case
               ,
               he
               held
               his
               peace
               ;
            
             
               At
               length
               perceiving
               he
               had
               no
               defence
               ,
            
             
               'Gainst
               their
               Insults
               ,
               but
               his
               own
               Innocence
               .
            
             
               Thus
               mildly
               answers
               .
            
          
           
             
               Why
               ,
               my
               dear
               friends
               ,
               you
               tell
               me
               God
               is
               just
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               in
               him
               only
               I
               should
               put
               my
               Trust.
            
             
               To
               me
               this
               is
               no
               new
               thing
               ,
               for
               I
               know
               ,
            
             
               And
               always
               was
               convinc'd
               that
               it
               was
               so
               .
            
             
               
                 Gods
                 justice
              
               ,
               I
               confess
               ,
               is
               admirable
               ,
            
             
               Impartial
               ,
               Pure
               ,
               beyond
               what
               I
               am
               able
               ,
            
             
               By
               all
               the
               parts
               allow'd
               me
               ,
               to
               express
               ;
            
             
               Gods
               Justice
               is
               most
               powerful
               ,
               I
               confess
               .
            
             
               Compar'd
               with
               which
               ,
               all
               that
               we
               can
               acclaim
            
             
               Of
               Righteousness
               ,
               doth
               not
               deserve
               the
               name
            
             
               Of
               
                 moral
                 vertue
              
               ;
               for
               should
               we
               be
               try'd
               ,
            
             
             
               By
               Law
               of
               God
               ,
               who
               can
               be
               justify'd
               ?
            
             
               In
               Courts
               of
               Men
               ,
               we
               use
               to
               lay
               Defence
               ,
            
             
               Against
               the
               Bill
               ,
               the
               Jury
               ,
               th'
               Evidence
               ,
            
             
               Refuse
               the
               Words
               o'
               th'
               Law
               ,
               and
               plead
               the
               Sense
               :
            
             
               But
               in
               Gods
               Court
               no
               such
               Procedure
               is
               ,
            
             
               His
               Laws
               are
               clear
               ,
               need
               no
               Paraphrasis
               ,
            
             
               The
               Bill
               is
               so
               well
               founded
               ,
               
                 it
                 is
                 found
              
            
             
               
                 Without
                 Removal
                 from
                 the
                 Court
              
               :
               't
               is
               own'd
            
             
               By
               all
               as
               true
               :
               it
               needs
               must
               be
               confess
               't
               ,
            
             
               Who
               can
               deny
               't
               ?
               when
               from
               our
               very
               Breast
               ;
            
             
               Both
               Evidence
               are
               brought
               ,
               and
               Jury
               too
               ,
            
             
               What
               Court
               such
               fair
               Procedure
               can
               allow
               ?
            
          
           
             
               When
               God
               Arraigns
               us
               Mortals
               ,
               who
               's
               the
               man
               
            
             
               Dare
               ,
               plead
               not
               guilty
               ?
               who
               is
               he
               ,
               that
               can
            
             
               Make
               answer
               to
               his
               Charge
               ?
               hold
               up
               his
               Face
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               his
               Maker
               dares
               dispute
               the
               Case
               ?
            
             
               T'
               one
               of
               a
               thousand
               Questions
               he
               'l
               demand
               ,
            
             
               When
               at
               the
               Barr
               of
               our
               Great
               Judge
               we
               stand
               ,
            
             
               Who
               's
               he
               can
               frame
               an
               answer
               ?
               or
               deny
            
             
               His
               Errors
               ,
               or
               himself
               can
               justify
               ,
            
             
               I'
               th'
               smallest
               point
               ?
               who
               can
               his
               Charge
               refuse
            
             
               His
               Vices
               palliat
               ,
               or
               his
               sins
               excuse
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Who
               can
               express
               the
               glorious
               qualities
               
            
             
               Of
               our
               Great
               God
               ?
               he
               's
               admirably
               wise
               :
            
             
               In
               boundless
               force
               ,
               and
               power
               most
               formidable
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               all
               things
               ,
               that
               's
               good
               ,
               incomparable
               .
            
             
               Who
               ever
               yet
               did
               with
               his
               God
               contend
               ,
            
             
               And
               boasted
               of
               his
               success
               in
               the
               end
               ?
            
          
           
             
               The
               highest
               Mountains
               ,
               which
               to
               humane
               eyes
               
            
             
               Appear
               to
               be
               contiguous
               with
               the
               Skyes
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               proud
               Imperial
               tops
               themselves
               do
               shroud
            
             
               I'
               th'
               tiara
               of
               a
               continual
               Cloud
               :
            
             
               He
               pulls
               up
               by
               the
               roots
               with
               little
               care
               ,
            
             
               And
               like
               so
               many
               Peebles
               ,
               here
               ,
               and
               there
               ,
            
             
               He
               throws
               them
               from
               his
               hand
               ,
               with
               wondrousease
               ,
            
             
               Some
               in
               the
               Pools
               ,
               and
               Lakes
               ,
               some
               in
               the
               Seas
               :
            
             
               Some
               in
               the
               Isles
               ,
               the
               Main-land
               ,
               and
               the
               Shore
               ,
            
             
               And
               Hills
               are
               now
               ,
               where
               Valleys
               were
               before
               :
            
             
               Nor
               do
               those
               stubborn
               Mountains
               feel
               his
               Blows
               ,
            
             
               When
               in
               his
               anger
               ,
               he
               them
               overthrows
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               Center
               of
               the
               Universe
               ,
               which
               all
               
            
             
               Admire
               so
               much
               ,
               and
               with
               good
               reason
               call
            
             
               Earths
               glorious
               Fabrick
               ,
               which
               for
               certain
               Term
               ,
            
             
               Our
               God
               to
               Mankind
               has
               Let
               out
               in
               Farm.
            
             
               This
               Earth
               adorn'd
               with
               so
               much
               bravery
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               such
               fair
               ,
               and
               rich
               variety
            
             
               Enammeled
               :
               as
               no
               Art
               can
               imitate
               ;
            
             
               For
               atomes
               whereof
               we
               so
               much
               debate
               :
            
             
               Buzzing
               about
               this
               Globe
               ,
               like
               Bees
               in
               Hive
               ▪
            
             
               Where
               who
               each
               other
               shall
               out-toile
               ,
               we
               strive
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               mean
               time
               
                 one
                 poor
                 lease
                 for
                 life
                 is
                 all
              
            
             
               
                 We
                 here
                 on
                 Earth
                 our
                 Property
                 can
                 call
                 .
              
            
             
               Nay
               happy
               ,
               could
               it
               so
               long
               time
               endure
               ,
            
             
               That
               each
               man
               could
               his
               Turff
               for
               Life
               ensure
               :
            
             
             
               But
               ah
               where
               on
               those
               
                 precious
                 Clods
              
               retains
               ,
            
             
               To
               death
               ,
               and
               leaves
               the
               fruit
               of
               all
               his
               pains
            
             
               To
               those
               he
               loves
               ,
               ten
               thousand
               ,
               ere
               they
               dy
               ,
            
             
               Are
               strip'd
               of
               all
               ,
               and
               in
               sad
               Poverty
               ,
            
             
               Consume
               their
               hopeless
               years
               ,
               and
               so
               do
               I.
            
             
               This
               Glob
               of
               Earth
               he
               tosses
               too
               and
               fro
               ,
            
             
               As
               one
               doth
               Ball
               with
               Racket
               ,
               high
               ,
               or
               low
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               thinks
               good
               ,
               he
               makes
               its
               surface
               quake
               ,
            
             
               Its
               body
               twirle
               ,
               and
               all
               its
               Pillars
               shake
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Sun
               ,
               who
               ,
               like
               a
               Conqueror
               every
               day
               
            
             
               His
               Glory
               doth
               triumphantly
               display
               :
            
             
               Whose
               splendid
               Beams
               afford
               such
               radiant
               light
            
             
               As
               scattereth
               all
               the
               vapours
               of
               the
               night
               .
            
             
               With
               such
               bright
               Lustre
               doth
               this
               Glob
               surround
               ,
            
             
               As
               its
               fair
               influence
               every
               where
               is
               found
               .
            
             
               Who
               in
               his
               Motion
               doth
               observe
               such
               Grace
               ,
            
             
               No
               force
               ,
               or
               Art
               will
               make
               him
               change
               his
               pace
               ;
            
             
               But
               '
               round
               th'
               Horizon
               makes
               such
               pretty
               tours
               ,
            
             
               
                 In
                 his
                 Diurnal
                 ,
                 and
                 his
                 Annual
                 Course
                 ,
              
            
             
               Check'd
               by
               no
               snare
               ,
               obstructed
               by
               no
               fear
               ,
            
             
               With
               great
               exactness
               measuring
               out
               the
               year
               ;
            
             
               As
               one
               would
               soon
               conclude
               ,
               without
               dispute
            
             
               This
               Creature
               were
               a
               Monarch
               absolute
               .
            
             
               Our
               God
               prohibits
               this
               same
               Sun
               to
               rise
               ,
            
             
               And
               couching
               like
               a
               Spanniel
               ,
               closs
               ●e
               lies
            
             
               Below
               the
               foot
               of
               our
               Almighty
               God
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               for
               the
               World
               ,
               dares
               he
               peep
               abroad
               ,
            
             
               Until
               licens'd
               ,
               by
               the
               same
               Divine
               Power
               ,
            
             
               Which
               him
               confin'd
               ,
               and
               which
               from
               hour
               to
               hour
            
             
               He
               doth
               expect
               :
               whilst
               we
               poor
               Mortals
               ly
            
             
               Plung'd
               in
               a
               horrid
               ,
               deep
               Obscurity
               :
            
             
               Where
               in
               our
               nasty
               holes
               ,
               like
               Toads
               we
               craul
               ,
            
             
               And
               grope
               ,
               like
               Blind-men
               'bout
               this
               earthen
               Ball
               ,
            
             
               Until
               by
               warrand
               in
               our
               Hemisphere
            
             
               
                 This
                 most
                 Illustrious
                 Prince
              
               doth
               re-appear
               .
            
          
           
             
               Poor
               toiling
               Spiders
               ,
               inconsiderat
               things
               ,
            
             
               Who
               call
               themselves
               here
               
                 Emperours
                 and
                 Kings
              
               !
            
             
               Whose
               great
               ambition
               is
               to
               imitate
            
             
               This
               
                 Splendid
                 Creature
              
               in
               his
               Pomp
               and
               State
               :
            
             
               Dreaming
               themselves
               in
               a
               most
               happy
               case
               ,
            
             
               When
               by
               the
               World
               esteemed
               
                 of
                 his
                 race
              
               :
            
             
               
                 Who
                 cause
                 themselves
                 be
                 pictur'd
                 ,
                 with
                 their
                 heads
              
            
             
               
                 Environ'd
                 with
                 his
                 Rayes
                 ▪
              
               that
               he
               who
               reads
            
             
               Their
               aery
               Motto's
               ,
               may
               perceive
               how
               much
               ,
            
             
               These
               Fools
               affect
               to
               be
               imagin'd
               such
               ,
            
             
               As
               is
               that
               Creature
               in
               his
               
                 Noon
                 ▪
                 tide
                 glory
              
               ;
            
             
               And
               in
               that
               pride
               transmit
               themselves
               to
               story
               .
            
             
               Ah
               how
               I
               pity
               those
               poor
               crowned
               toyes
               ,
            
             
               Who
               fool
               themselves
               ,
               to
               pleasure
               Girles
               ,
               and
               Boyes
               :
            
             
               The
               Spring-tide
               of
               whose
               Souls
               no
               higher
               rises
               ,
            
             
               Than
               to
               abuse
               us
               with
               such
               State
               Devices
               .
            
             
               When
               this
               same
               glorious
               ,
               bright
               Original
               ,
            
             
               The
               mean
               Apprentice-copies
               whereof
               all
            
             
               Those
               Buzzards
               do
               at
               most
               aspire
               to
               be
            
             
             
               Esteem'd
               ,
               who
               is
               not
               blind
               ,
               may
               plainly
               see
            
             
               Is
               but
               a
               Vassal
               to
               th'
               Almighty
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               Answers
               his
               call
               ,
               and
               watches
               by
               his
               Word
               .
            
          
           
             
               Those
               lights
               ,
               which
               in
               their
               Rowes
               so
               eminent
            
             
               Make
               such
               a
               Figure
               in
               the
               Firmament
               :
            
             
               And
               with
               such
               beauty
               in
               their
               Orbs
               appear
               ,
            
             
               As
               one
               would
               think
               the
               Heavens
               pellucid
               were
               :
            
             
               Those
               pleasant
               Stars
               ,
               who
               with
               their
               sparkling
               light
            
             
               Allay
               the
               Horrour
               of
               a
               Winters
               Night
               .
            
             
               Who
               teach
               th'
               almost
               despairing
               Mariner
               ,
            
             
               In
               blustring
               Storms
               ,
               how
               he
               his
               Course
               may
               steer
               :
            
             
               And
               when
               his
               Sea-card
               ,
               and
               his
               Compass
               fails
               ,
            
             
               Instructs
               him
               how
               to
               tack
               and
               ply
               his
               Sails
               .
            
             
               These
               troops
               of
               pointed
               Lights
               ,
               Heavens
               numerous
               Eyes
            
             
               In
               Packs
               ,
               and
               Bundles
               the
               Almighty
               tyes
               :
            
             
               Then
               with
               his
               Signet
               doth
               those
               Bundles
               seal
               ,
            
             
               As
               one
               doth
               Wares
               ,
               and
               merchandize
               for
               sale
               :
            
             
               So
               that
               their
               twinkling
               light
               appears
               no
               more
               ,
            
             
               And
               darkness
               reigns
               ,
               where
               Lamps
               did
               shine
               before
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Canopy
               of
               Heavens
               he
               stretches
               out
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               makes
               those
               Orbs
               ,
               like
               Whirle-winds
               ,
               roul
               about
            
             
               This
               fixed
               Mass
               of
               Earth
               :
               't
               is
               he
               alone
            
             
               Directs
               their
               Motions
               ,
               and
               makes
               every
               one
            
             
               Of
               those
               great
               Engins
               in
               their
               circles
               move
               ,
            
             
               Some
               quick
               ,
               some
               in
               a
               course
               more
               slow
               ,
               above
            
             
               What
               human
               ▪
               art
               can
               imitate
               ,
               't
               is
               he
               ,
            
             
               Who
               walketh
               on
               the
               surface
               of
               the
               Sea
               :
            
             
               Where
               stoutest
               Ships
               like
               drunken
               men
               do
               reel
               ,
            
             
               And
               forc'd
               by
               strength
               of
               waves
               ,
               turn
               up
               their
               Keel
               .
            
             
               On
               those
               proud
               billows
               doth
               our
               Mighty
               God
            
             
               Walk
               unconcern'd
               ,
               as
               on
               a
               beaten
               road
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Stars
               in
               several
               bodies
               he
               doth
               frame
               ,
               
            
             
               To
               each
               of
               which
               he
               gives
               a
               proper
               name
               :
            
             
               Such
               as
               
                 Arcturus
                 ,
                 Orion
                 ,
                 Pleiades
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               quarters
               them
               through
               all
               the
               Provinces
            
             
               Of
               his
               vast
               Empire
               ;
               where
               those
               bodies
               ly
               ,
            
             
               Each
               settled
               
                 in
                 its
                 own
                 Locality
              
               ,
            
             
               The
               standing
               Forces
               of
               Heavens
               Monarchy
               .
            
          
           
             
               Great
               things
               he
               acts
               ;
               O
               things
               most
               admirable
               !
               
            
             
               Beyond
               our
               reach
               ,
               things
               most
               innumerable
               !
            
             
               Things
               ,
               which
               no
               human
               Language
               can
               express
               ,
            
             
               Though
               every
               Language
               doth
               the
               same
               confess
               .
            
          
           
             
               Why
               even
               those
               works
               ,
               which
               daily
               to
               our
               eyes
               
            
             
               In
               course
               are
               obvious
               ,
               our
               Capacities
            
             
               By
               many
               thousand
               Stages
               do
               transcend
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               can
               our
               groping
               reason
               comprehend
            
             
               The
               meanest
               of
               his
               actings
               ,
               or
               espy
            
             
               This
               Mighty
               Monarch
               .
               when
               he
               passeth
               by
               ,
            
             
               And
               makes
               his
               splendid
               Progress
               through
               the
               Sky
               .
            
             
               Nor
               can
               our
               eyes
               perceive
               
                 his
                 Royal
                 Seat
              
               ,
            
             
               Though
               ,
               every
               day
               he
               shows
               himself
               in
               State.
               
            
          
           
             
               When
               this
               great
               King
               would
               Justice
               execute
               ,
               
            
             
               What
               man
               dares
               his
               Authority
               dispute
               ?
            
             
               Who
               's
               he
               
                 that
                 dares
                 Declinator
                 alledge
              
               ,
            
             
             
               
                 Against
                 his
                 Court
              
               ,
               or
               offer
               to
               repledge
            
             
               The
               highest
               Prince
               ,
               whom
               he
               intends
               to
               try
               ?
            
             
               Or
               save
               his
               Life
               ,
               whom
               he
               commands
               to
               dye
               ?
            
             
               When
               he
               our
               Goods
               ,
               and
               Substance
               doth
               distrain
               ,
            
             
               Who
               can
               compel
               him
               to
               restore
               again
            
             
               What
               he
               hath
               taken
               ?
               who
               's
               that
               Mortal
               ,
               pray
               ,
            
             
               Dares
               offer
               to
               resist
               his
               Power
               ?
               or
               say
            
             
               He
               does
               unjustly
               ?
               or
               in
               Court
               dares
               bring
            
             
               
                 A
                 quo
                 warranto
              
               ,
               'gainst
               this
               mighty
               King
               !
            
          
           
             
               No
               ,
               all
               's
               in
               vain
               ,
               no
               force
               of
               Eloquence
               ,
               
            
             
               No
               Laws
               ,
               no
               proofs
               ,
               can
               clear
               the
               Innocence
            
             
               Of
               him
               ,
               whom
               God
               condemns
               ;
               no
               surely
               he
               ,
            
             
               Unhappy
               Creature
               ,
               (
               who
               so
               e're
               he
               be
               )
            
             
               After
               his
               reasoning
               ,
               praying
               ,
               after
               all
               ,
            
             
               A
               victim
               to
               the
               
                 Divine
                 wrath
              
               must
               fall
               .
            
             
               Nay
               ,
               you
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               for
               all
               your
               wit
               and
               parts
               ,
            
             
               Which
               doth
               afford
               you
               talk
               ,
               though
               in
               your
               hearts
               ,
            
             
               You
               think
               not
               what
               you
               speak
               ,
               even
               you
               must
               dye
               ,
            
             
               When
               God
               pronounces
               Sentence
               ,
               from
               on
               high
               ,
            
             
               Against
               you
               ,
               nor
               will
               all
               your
               Art
               can
               say
            
             
               
                 In
                 Rhet
                 '
                 ricks
                 sweetest
                 flowers
              
               procure
               delay
            
             
               For
               one
               small
               moment
               :
               no
               ,
               his
               Sentence
               must
            
             
               Be
               execute
               ,
               and
               you
               return
               to
               Dust.
               
            
          
           
             
               Since
               you
               then
               even
               with
               all
               your
               Eloquence
               ,
               
            
             
               'Gainst
               his
               Procedure
               can
               make
               no
               defence
               :
            
             
               Ah
               how
               can
               I
               a
               wretch
               so
               despicable
               ,
            
             
               Void
               of
               all
               Reason
               ,
               Wit
               ,
               and
               Parts
               ,
               be
               able
            
             
               To
               make
               him
               answer
               ?
               where
               shall
               such
               as
               I
            
             
               Find
               
                 sugred
                 words
              
               t'
               obtain
               indemnity
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Nay
               though
               perswaded
               of
               my
               innocence
               ,
               
            
             
               Yet
               'gainst
               his
               Justice
               I
               'de
               make
               no
               defence
               .
            
             
               All
               he
               layes
               to
               my
               Charge
               ,
               I
               would
               confess
               ,
            
             
               And
               then
               to
               his
               sole
               Mercy
               make
               address
               .
            
             
               I
               would
               not
               plead
               ,
               but
               say
               I
               firmly
               knew
               ,
            
             
               All
               my
               Inditement
               to
               be
               simply
               true
               :
            
             
               And
               then
               exibit
               ,
               with
               great
               veneration
               ,
            
             
               Before
               my
               Judge
               
                 my
                 humble
                 supplication
              
               ,
            
             
               Wherein
               I
               'de
               ask
               ,
               that
               he
               by
               me
               would
               do
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               thought
               fit
               ;
               but
               if
               he
               pleas'd
               t'
               allow
            
             
               Some
               breathing
               time
               ,
               that
               I
               might
               yet
               implore
               ,
            
             
               (
               Before
               I
               trindle
               hence
               ,
               and
               be
               no
               more
               )
            
             
               His
               pardon
               for
               my
               sins
               ,
               I
               'de
               only
               say
               ,
            
             
               This
               favour
               would
               oblige
               me
               still
               to
               pray
               .
            
             
               For
               should
               I
               in
               this
               manner
               supplicat
               ,
            
             
               I
               'de
               hope
               that
               God
               would
               me
               commiserat
               .
            
             
               'T
               is
               but
               what
               he
               can
               grant
               me
               out
               of
               hand
               ,
            
             
               Though
               more
               than
               I
               deserve
               ,
               or
               dare
               demand
               .
            
             
               Fools
               ,
               with
               their
               Maker
               ,
               do
               expostulat
               ,
            
             
               And
               think
               by
               words
               themselves
               to
               liberat
               ,
            
             
               But
               pious
               men
               ,
               who
               better
               things
               do
               know
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               Gods
               Mercy
               still
               themselves
               do
               throw
               .
            
             
               For
               when
               th'
               Almighty
               doth
               in
               Judgement
               sit
               ,
            
             
               All
               that
               are
               knowing
               will
               to
               him
               submit
               .
            
             
               He
               ,
               who
               to
               search
               the
               Records
               is
               inclin'd
               ,
            
             
             
               Of
               that
               high
               Court
               of
               Justice
               ,
               soon
               will
               find
            
             
               
                 No
                 formal
                 pleadings
                 there
                 ,
                 no
                 exculpations
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 But
                 only
                 prayers
                 ,
                 and
                 humble
                 supplications
                 .
              
            
             
               These
               are
               the
               most
               prevailing
               arguments
            
             
               With
               the
               great
               Judge
               o'th'World
               ,
               the
               glorious
               Saints
               ,
            
             
               When
               them
               for
               Crimes
               th'
               Almighty
               would
               accuse
               ,
            
             
               In
               all
               their
               tryals
               ,
               ne're
               did
               other
               use
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               ,
               though
               I
               know
               that
               God
               doth
               hear
               the
               cry
               
            
             
               Of
               those
               ,
               who
               from
               the
               pit
               of
               misery
            
             
               Do
               make
               address
               to
               him
               ,
               and
               that
               our
               Lord
            
             
               In
               his
               good
               time
               to
               such
               will
               help
               afford
               :
            
             
               Yet
               in
               my
               present
               pain
               ,
               and
               agony
            
             
               I
               do
               believe
               ,
               with
               some
               difficulty
               ,
            
             
               That
               God
               will
               hear
               
                 my
                 prayer
              
               ,
               or
               if
               he
               do
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               to
               me
               such
               favour
               will
               allow
            
             
               As
               he
               to
               others
               grants
               :
               since
               only
               I
            
             
               Condemned
               to
               perpetual
               misery
               ,
            
             
               Can
               hope
               for
               no
               relief
               ,
               then
               pray
               excuse
            
             
               These
               hot
               expressions
               ,
               which
               you
               hear
               me
               use
               ;
            
             
               For
               I
               'me
               undone
               with
               grief
               :
               
                 my
                 case
                 is
                 sad
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 still
                 oppression
                 makes
                 a
                 wise
                 man
                 mad
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Like
               a
               strong
               tempest
               ,
               God
               his
               wrath
               lets
               out
               ,
               
            
             
               Which
               will
               at
               length
               destroy
               me
               ,
               without
               doubt
            
             
               The
               torrent
               of
               his
               anger
               swells
               so
               high
               ,
            
             
               And
               rushes
               on
               my
               Soul
               so
               furiously
               ,
            
             
               As
               all
               the
               art
               of
               humane
               patience
            
             
               Cannot
               resist
               its
               force
               ,
               and
               violence
               .
            
             
               I
               'm
               wounded
               by
               the
               order
               of
               his
               Laws
               ,
            
             
               Most
               justly
               ,
               though
               as
               yet
               I
               know
               no
               cause
               .
            
             
               My
               plagues
               ,
               and
               torments
               sensibly
               I
               feel
               ,
            
             
               And
               know
               the
               measure
               of
               my
               woes
               full
               well
               ,
            
             
               But
               such
               my
               dulness
               is
               ,
               I
               cannot
               yet
            
             
               Perceive
               
                 those
                 ugly
                 sins
              
               ,
               which
               did
               beget
            
             
               Those
               monstruous
               Evils
               ;
               of
               which
               I
               complain
               ,
            
             
               And
               call
               for
               reparation
               ,
               but
               in
               vain
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               I
               'm
               so
               〈◊〉
               by
               that
               Heavenly
               wrath
               ,
               
            
             
               As
               I
               can
               find
               no
               time
               to
               take
               my
               breath
               .
            
             
               Continued
               sorrows
               do
               my
               Soul
               oppress
               ,
            
             
               My
               Heart
               is
               brim-full
               of
               sad
               bitterness
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               what
               doth
               yet
               encreass
               my
               misery
               ,
               
            
             
               To
               th'
               utmost
               ,
               is
               the
               vast
               disparity
               ,
            
             
               'Twixt
               him
               ,
               who
               doth
               these
               ills
               inflict
               ,
               and
               me
               ,
            
             
               
                 He
                 's
                 great
                 ,
                 and
                 I
                 as
                 mean
                 ,
                 as
                 mean
                 can
                 be
                 .
              
            
             
               And
               ,
               if
               we
               speak
               of
               strength
               ,
               
                 why
                 th'
                 Lord
                 of
                 Hosts
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Is
                 strength
                 it self
                 in
                 abstract
              
               ,
               he
               who
               boasts
               ,
            
             
               Of
               any
               strength
               ,
               valour
               ,
               or
               gallantry
               .
            
             
               Compar'd
               with
               God
               
                 is
                 but
                 a
                 butter-fly
              
            
             
               
                 Compar'd
                 with
                 Eagle
              
               ,
               or
               a
               silly
               Ant
               ,
            
             
               In
               scales
               with
               a
               huge
               ,
               big-bon'd
               Elephant
               .
            
             
               Talk
               we
               of
               Judgement
               :
               who
               shall
               make
               address
            
             
               For
               me
               ?
               and
               bring
               me
               in
               to
               plead
               my
               case
               ?
            
             
               When
               I
               appear
               before
               his
               Majesty
               ,
            
             
               What
               shall
               I
               say
               ?
               how
               shall
               I
               justifie
               ?
            
             
             
               My
               actings
               in
               this
               Earth
               ?
               how
               shall
               I
               frame
            
             
               Excuse
               for
               what
               to
               mention
               is
               my
               shame
               ?
            
          
           
             
               For
               if
               with
               God
               I
               'd
               enter
               in
               debate
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               justifie
               my self
               at
               any
               rate
               :
            
             
               If
               I
               desert
               ,
               or
               innocence
               would
               plead
               ,
            
             
               Then
               words
               which
               from
               my
               own
               mouth
               do
               proceed
               ,
            
             
               would
               prove
               me
               guilty
               :
               and
               if
               I
               but
               name
            
             
               My
               uprightness
               :
               his
               Justice
               will
               proclaim
            
             
               My
               misdemeanors
               ,
               and
               make
               evident
               ,
            
             
               How
               I
               
                 in
                 courting
                 sin
              
               my
               time
               have
               spent
               .
            
          
           
             
               Nay
               though
               I
               were
               upright
               ,
               yet
               would
               I
               not
               
            
             
               Desire
               to
               live
               :
               my
               Soul
               hath
               quite
               forgot
            
             
               Its
               former
               kindness
               to
               
                 that
                 piece
                 of
                 clay
              
            
             
               It
               lov'd
               so
               much
               before
               ,
               and
               every
               day
            
             
               Longs
               to
               be
               from
               its
               consort
               separate
               ;
            
             
               Whom
               it
               doth
               now
               with
               so
               much
               reason
               hate
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               here
               's
               my
               comfort
               ,
               that
               I
               understand
               ,
               
            
             
               My
               God
               will
               punish
               ,
               with
               impartial
               hand
               ,
            
             
               Both
               just
               ,
               and
               unjust
               ,
               and
               will
               evidence
               ,
            
             
               That
               'twixt
               them
               both
               he
               makes
               no
               difference
               :
            
             
               Has
               no
               respect
               for
               persons
               ,
               no
               regard
            
             
               For
               one
               ,
               or
               other
               ;
               but
               gives
               out
               award
            
             
               In
               every
               point
               ,
               as
               he
               finds
               just
               and
               layes
            
             
               Every
               mans
               Cause
               in
               equal
               ballances
               .
            
             
               In
               unjust
               Causes
               he
               will
               none
               maintain
               ,
            
             
               
                 So
                 of
                 Gods
                 Justice
                 no
                 man
                 should
                 complain
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               If
               in
               his
               wrath
               God
               should
               the
               wicked
               slay
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               root
               them
               out
               ,
               what
               could
               those
               wretches
               say
               ,
            
             
               Against
               Gods
               Justice
               ,
               when
               their
               Conscience
               ,
            
             
               Assures
               them
               he
               has
               done
               them
               no
               offence
               .
            
             
               Because
               Gods
               Judgements
               do
               their
               sins
               pursue
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 punishment
                 t'
                 offenders
                 is
                 as
                 due
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 As
                 Wages
                 to
                 the
                 Labourer
              
               :
               for
               each
               sin
            
             
               First
               acts
               its
               part
               ,
               then
               Judgement
               does
               begin
               ,
            
             
               Where
               it
               leaves
               of
               :
               and
               so
               pursues
               the
               Chace
               ,
            
             
               Until
               the
               breathless
               sinner
               end
               his
               Race
               .
            
             
               This
               is
               his
               Justice
               ,
               
                 but
                 his
                 Mercie
                 sure
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Eternal
                 ,
                 to
                 all
                 ages
                 doth
                 endure
                 .
              
            
             
               Must
               not
               our
               God
               be
               full
               of
               Clemency
               ,
            
             
               When
               on
               the
               wicked
               even
               unwillingly
            
             
               He
               executes
               his
               Justice
               :
               punishment
            
             
               Is
               long
               delay'd
               ,
               and
               vengeance
               seldom
               sent
            
             
               'Gainst
               any
               but
               the
               
                 stiff
                 impenitent
              
               .
            
             
               Who
               at
               his
               Judgement
               ,
               doth
               repine
               ,
               and
               cry
               ,
            
             
               Out
               upon
               Gods
               too
               great
               severity
               ;
            
             
               Sure
               that
               unhappy
               Creature
               doth
               mistake
            
             
               Gods
               Bounty
               ,
               and
               his
               own
               Condition
               make
            
             
               Worse
               than
               it
               was
               intended
               :
               for
               we
               know
            
             
               In
               Mercy
               God
               is
               quick
               ,
               in
               anger
               slow
               :
            
             
               
                 A
                 God
                 of
                 Mercy
              
               he
               himself
               doth
               write
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               in
               sinners
               death
               takes
               no
               delite
               :
            
             
               Far
               lesse
               than
               should
               the
               just
               ,
               and
               innocent
            
             
               Think
               God
               takes
               pleasure
               in
               their
               punishment
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Nor
               ought
               we
               to
               repine
               ,
               when
               we
               reflect
               
            
             
               How
               God
               the
               wicked
               
                 Lords
                 o'
                 th'
                 earth
              
               doth
               make
               :
            
             
               How
               he
               puts
               Pastures
               ,
               Vineyards
               ,
               Houses
               ,
               Lands
               ,
            
             
               Power
               Jurisdiction
               ,
               Honours
               in
               their
               hands
               ;
            
             
               By
               which
               puff'd
               up
               a
               wanton
               life
               they
               lead
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               godly
               men
               do
               toil
               for
               
                 daily
                 bread
              
               .
            
             
               Nor
               how
               the
               Judges
               of
               the
               earth
               abuse
            
             
               Their
               Sacred
               Function
               ,
               and
               their
               Power
               do
               use
               ,
            
             
               T'
               oppress
               the
               Just
               :
               whose
               eyes
               with
               avarice
            
             
               Are
               sealed
               up
               :
               
                 who
                 boldly
                 set
                 a
                 price
              
            
             
               
                 On
                 Justice
                 :
                 and
                 employ
                 their
                 utmost
                 Art
              
            
             
               
                 To
                 sell
                 the
                 same
                 ,
                 as
                 in
                 a
                 publick
                 Mart.
              
            
             
               Who
               by
               their
               Friends
               use
               to
               negotiat
            
             
               For
               
                 Quotes
                 of
                 Pleas
              
               :
               and
               closely
               stipulat
            
             
               For
               so
               much
               at
               the
               Issue
               of
               the
               cause
               :
            
             
               T'
               attain
               which
               point
               ,
               they
               cruciat
               the
               Laws
               ;
            
             
               And
               make
               them
               serve
               their
               ends
               so
               forcibly
               ,
            
             
               As
               all
               the
               world
               may
               see
               their
               Bribery
               .
            
             
               If
               we
               consider
               how
               God
               doth
               permit
            
             
               Those
               men
               to
               live
               on
               earth
               ,
               as
               they
               think
               fit
               ,
            
             
               Because
               they
               're
               none
               of
               his
               ,
               and
               have
               no
               share
            
             
               I'
               th'land
               of
               Promise
               :
               whilst
               the
               upright
               are
            
             
               In
               sad
               afflictions
               toss'd
               ,
               and
               seem
               to
               be
            
             
               O're
               whelmed
               by
               a
               most
               impetuous
               Sea
            
             
               Of
               miseries
               :
               wee
               'l
               find
               these
               walk
               i'
               th'Road
            
             
               Of
               black
               Damnation
               ;
               of
               such
               Creatures
               God
            
             
               Doth
               take
               no
               care
               :
               but
               le
               ts
               them
               all
               run
               wild
               ,
            
             
               Like
               Herds
               of
               Asses
               ,
               in
               the
               open
               field
               .
            
             
               But
               his
               own
               Children
               he
               doth
               exercise
            
             
               In
               a
               continual
               tract
               of
               miseries
               .
            
             
               That
               being
               keep'd
               
                 in
                 such
                 strict
                 Discipline
              
               ,
            
             
               In
               a
               full
               body
               they
               may
               mount
               the
               Line
               ,
            
             
               
                 I'
                 th'
                 daily
                 Seige
                 of
                 Heaven
                 ,
              
               and
               in
               the
               end
            
             
               Possess
               the
               same
               ;
               only
               to
               be
               attain'd
            
             
               
                 By
                 Sighs
                 and
                 Tears
              
               :
               whilst
               wicked
               men
               do
               run
               ,
            
             
               Without
               all
               order
               ,
               and
               so
               are
               undone
               ,
            
             
               Amidst
               their
               pleasures
               ,
               for
               they
               do
               compell
            
             
               Their
               Souls
               instead
               of
               Heaven
               to
               march
               to
               Hell.
               
            
          
           
             
               Now
               were
               it
               lawful
               to
               repine
               ,
               did
               God
               
            
             
               Allow
               to
               any
               that
               do
               feel
               the
               Rod
               ,
            
             
               To
               say
               that
               his
               condition
               were
               sad
            
             
               Sure
               never
               any
               Mortal
               Creature
               had
            
             
               More
               cause
               than
               I
               poor
               wretch
               have
               to
               complain
               ,
            
             
               Who
               've
               lost
               my
               years
               ,
               and
               spent
               my
               days
               in
               vain
               .
            
             
               Swifter
               than
               Post
               my
               days
               their
               course
               have
               run
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               might
               be
               more
               speedily
               undone
               .
            
             
               My
               days
               are
               gone
               ,
               my
               time
               is
               vanished
               ,
            
             
               My
               hours
               are
               fled
               ,
               my
               life
               is
               finished
               .
            
             
               
                 My
                 wretched
                 life
              
               ,
               a
               Scene
               of
               woes
               has
               been
               ,
            
             
               Under
               the
               Sun
               I
               have
               small
               pleasure
               seen
               .
            
             
               Whilst
               others
               of
               obscure
               ,
               and
               mean
               estate
               ,
            
             
               To
               Wealth
               ,
               and
               Honours
               have
               been
               elevate
               :
            
             
               Their
               modest
               parts
               ,
               buoyd
               up
               by
               
                 Friends
                 and
                 Fame
              
               ,
            
             
               Purchassing
               quickly
               to
               
                 those
                 Fools
              
               a
               Name
               :
            
             
             
               Which
               impudently
               they
               would
               attribute
            
             
               
                 To
                 their
                 abilities
              
               ,
               I
               destitute
            
             
               Of
               every
               thing
               that
               's
               good
               ,
               do
               silently
            
             
               Spin
               out
               my
               days
               
                 in
                 grief
                 ,
                 and
                 penury
              
               .
            
             
               And
               as
               the
               south
               wind
               ,
               with
               a
               gentle
               breese
               ,
            
             
               Breaths
               on
               the
               verdant
               Plain
               ,
               and
               skims
               the
               Seas
               ;
            
             
               With
               little
               noise
               ,
               so
               I
               my
               days
               have
               spent
               ,
            
             
               My
               view
               o'
               th'
               world
               was
               meerly
               transient
               .
            
          
           
             
               Have
               you
               not
               seen
               a
               Vessel
               under
               sail
               ,
               
            
             
               Swoln
               with
               a
               stiff
               ,
               but
               favourable
               gale
               ,
            
             
               Post
               through
               the
               stubborn
               Seas
               ,
               and
               make
               a
               Line
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               its
               surface
               ,
               
                 in
                 a
                 foaming
                 brine
              
               ?
            
             
               Or
               with
               what
               wonderful
               celerity
               ,
            
             
               The
               ravenous
               Eagle
               to
               her
               prey
               doth
               flye
               ?
            
             
               So
               have
               my
               days
               run
               out
               ,
               
                 so
                 have
                 my
                 years
              
            
             
               
                 Plough'd
                 through
                 a
                 sea
                 of
                 foaming
                 brinish
                 tears
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Now
               should
               I
               say
               I
               will
               complain
               no
               more
               ,
               
            
             
               But
               here
               my
               exclamations
               give
               o're
               .
            
             
               Here
               to
               my
               querullous
               Notes
               I
               'le
               put
               a
               stop
               ,
            
             
               And
               from
               this
               minute
               I
               'le
               begin
               to
               hope
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               all
               my
               sorrows
               ,
               all
               my
               woes
               ,
               and
               fears
               ,
               
            
             
               Would
               suddainly
               appear
               about
               my
               ears
               ,
            
             
               With
               ghastly
               looks
               they
               'd
               stare
               me
               in
               the
               face
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               their
               silence
               publish
               my
               disgrace
               .
            
             
               Because
               (
               however
               I
               my self
               do
               vent
               )
            
             
               I
               know
               God
               will
               not
               hold
               me
               innocent
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               horrid
               sins
               then
               do
               my
               Soul
               distain
               ,
               
            
             
               Why
               do
               I
               thus
               excuse
               my self
               in
               vain
               ?
            
             
               If
               to
               my
               Maker
               I
               have
               given
               offence
               ,
            
             
               Why
               should
               I
               all
               this
               while
               plead
               Innocence
               ?
            
          
           
             
               No
               sure
               ,
               if
               things
               be
               so
               ,
               all
               I
               can
               say
               
            
             
               Is
               to
               no
               purpose
               :
               only
               I
               betray
            
             
               My
               weakness
               in
               endeavouring
               to
               maintain
            
             
               My
               just
               demeanour
               ,
               
                 where
                 my
                 guilt
                 is
                 plain
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               certainly
               ,
               however
               I
               pretend
               
            
             
               To
               Piety
               ,
               and
               Grace
               ,
               yet
               in
               the
               end
               ,
            
             
               The
               great
               Heart-searcher
               will
               make
               evident
               ,
            
             
               That
               to
               this
               minute
               I
               my
               days
               have
               spent
            
             
               In
               wickedness
               ,
               and
               sin
               ,
               in
               villany
            
             
               Not
               to
               be
               nam'd
               ,
               in
               stead
               of
               purity
               .
            
             
               And
               thou
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
               in
               just
               conceived
               rage
               ,
            
             
               will
               Sentence
               
                 such
                 a
                 Scandal
                 of
                 his
                 age
              
            
             
               To
               utmost
               torment
               ,
               that
               the
               world
               may
               see
               ,
            
             
               How
               much
               thou
               hatest
               such
               a
               one
               as
               me
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               all
               the
               Fig-leav'd
               arguments
               I
               use
            
             
               To
               palliate
               my
               sins
               ,
               and
               make
               excuse
            
             
               For
               my
               false
               dealings
               ,
               and
               unrighteousness
               ,
            
             
               '
               Stead
               of
               concealing
               ,
               
                 shall
                 my
                 guilt
                 express
              
               .
            
             
               For
               God
               Almighty's
               not
               a
               man
               as
               I'm
               ,
               
            
             
               That
               I
               should
               set
               my
               face
               to
               't
               ,
               and
               defye
               him
               .
            
             
               When
               he
               to
               Justice
               doth
               himself
               betake
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               before
               my
               God
               should
               answer
               make
               .
            
             
               An
               what
               am
               I
               a
               moulded
               piece
               of
               Dust
               ,
            
             
               Consigned
               to
               a
               few
               years
               breath
               in
               trust
               ?
            
             
             
               
                 Awalking
                 ghost
                 !
                 a
                 meer
                 night
                 wanderer
                 ,
              
            
             
               Like
               th'
               empty
               figment
               of
               some
               Conjurer
               .
            
             
               That
               such
               as
               I
               forsooth
               ,
               should
               undertake
            
             
               Harangues
               befor
               the
               
                 King
                 of
                 Heavens
              
               to
               make
               ,
            
             
               And
               argue
               for
               my self
               ,
               whilst
               tacitely
            
             
               My
               Conscience
               tells
               me
               I
               deserve
               to
               dye
               .
            
          
           
             
               Nor
               ,
               should
               I
               offer
               to
               expostulate
               '
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               with
               my
               Maker
               enter
               in
               debate
               ,
            
             
               Is
               there
               an
               Umpire
               ,
               to
               oblige
               us
               both
               ,
            
             
               And
               tye
               us
               by
               Subscription
               ,
               and
               Oath
               ,
            
             
               To
               stand
               to
               his
               award
               :
               for
               who
               is
               he
            
             
               Dares
               arbitrate
               betwixt
               my
               God
               ,
               and
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               let
               him
               hold
               a
               little
               ,
               and
               at
               least
               
            
             
               For
               some
               small
               time
               ,
               forbear
               ,
               at
               my
               request
               ,
            
             
               To
               torture
               me
               :
               let
               him
               withdraw
               his
               Rod
               ,
            
             
               And
               let
               th'
               hot
               Pincers
               of
               an
               angry
               God
            
             
               Piece-meal
               my
               Soul
               no
               more
               :
               O
               let
               his
               wrath
            
             
               Be
               satisfied
               with
               
                 a
                 single
                 death
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               would
               I
               boldly
               speak
               ,
               and
               without
               fear
               ,
               
            
             
               Before
               him
               in
               my
               own
               defence
               appear
               :
            
             
               Then
               would
               I
               argue
               with
               such
               Eloquence
               ,
            
             
               As
               in
               short
               time
               would
               clear
               my
               Innocence
               ,
            
             
               But
               'cause
               at
               present
               ,
               I
               am
               not
               in
               case
            
             
               For
               speaking
               ,
               I
               think
               fit
               to
               hold
               my
               peace
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Cap.
             X.
             
          
           
             
               MY
               Soul
               's
               cut
               off
               ,
               and
               though
               I
               seem
               to
               breath
               ,
               
            
             
               Yet
               am
               I
               coop'd
               up
               in
               the
               
                 jaws
                 of
                 death
              
               .
            
             
               My
               Soul
               is
               fled
               ,
               my
               days
               of
               life
               are
               gone
               ,
            
             
               And
               this
               poor
               
                 widow'd
                 Body
              
               left
               alone
               ,
            
             
               To
               be
               the
               subject
               of
               some
               country
               fable
               ,
            
             
               As
               
                 in
                 its
                 ruines
              
               only
               memorable
               .
            
             
               This
               fashion'd
               piece
               of
               Earth
               ,
               which
               formerly
            
             
               One
               would
               ha'
               thought
               ,
               would
               shift
               Mortality
               ,
            
             
               For
               many
               years
               :
               a
               Body
               which
               of
               late
               ,
            
             
               In
               health
               ,
               and
               vigour
               ,
               fully
               animate
            
             
               With
               
                 a
                 most
                 cheerful
                 Soul
              
               ,
               seem'd
               to
               imply
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               at
               least
               some
               small
               felicity
            
             
               Were
               to
               be
               found
               below
               the
               Heavens
               :
               this
               point
            
             
               Of
               the
               Creation
               framed
               joint
               ,
               by
               joint
               ,
            
             
               Into
               a
               reasonable
               shape
               ,
               at
               last
            
             
               
                 By
                 griefs
                 consuming
                 fury
                 quite
                 defac't
                 ,
              
            
             
               Has
               now
               no
               figure
               ,
               but
               doth
               every
               day
            
             
               Like
               Wax
               before
               the
               Candle
               ,
               melt
               away
               .
            
             
               For
               ,
               as
               
                 a
                 stranded
                 Vessel
              
               ,
               by
               no
               hands
               ,
            
             
               To
               be
               got
               off
               ,
               and
               sticking
               on
               the
               Sands
               ,
            
             
               Obnoxious
               to
               the
               rage
               of
               every
               Tide
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               each
               rude
               Wave
               beats
               ribs
               out
               of
               its
               side
               :
            
             
               In
               its
               dimensions
               every
               day
               decreases
               ,
            
             
             
               Until
               at
               length
               't
               is
               shattered
               all
               to
               pieces
               ,
            
             
               And
               then
               what
               was
               a
               statelie
               Ship
               before
               ,
            
             
               In
               Planks
               and
               Boards
               is
               cast
               upon
               the
               Shore
               .
            
             
               So
               this
               frail
               Body
               ,
               which
               in
               health
               ,
               and
               strength
               ,
            
             
               Look'd
               like
               a
               tall
               Ship
               ,
               in
               its
               Course
               ,
               at
               length
               ,
            
             
               Stranding
               upon
               the
               Shelves
               of
               
                 foul
                 diseases
              
               ,
            
             
               In
               its
               proportion
               every
               hour
               decreases
               .
            
             
               And
               that
               it
               may
               be
               ruin'd
               with
               dispatch
               ,
            
             
               Each
               ulcerous
               Billow
               doth
               large
               Gobbets
               snatch
            
             
               Out
               of
               that
               vigorous
               Body
               ,
               which
               alace
               ,
            
             
               Is
               now
               in
               a
               most
               despicable
               case
               .
            
             
               Hence
               what
               remains
               is
               that
               this
               shattered
               frame
               ,
            
             
               Void
               of
               all
               honour
               ,
               beautie
               ,
               shape
               ,
               and
               name
               .
            
             
               Should
               ,
               like
               infected
               Goods
               by
               no
               man
               own'd
               ,
            
             
               In
               
                 Skin
                 and
                 Bones
              
               be
               hurried
               under
               ground
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               what
               is
               Life
               !
               —
               O
               let
               me
               but
               admire
               ,
            
             
               What
               idle
               expectation
               can
               hire
            
             
               
                 Insipid
                 man
              
               upon
               this
               Earth
               to
               dwell
               ,
            
             
               And
               love
               that
               thing
               ,
               which
               we
               call
               Life
               ,
               so
               well
               !
            
             
               Life
               —
               like
               the
               Mornings-dew
               upon
               the
               Grass
               ,
            
             
               Exhal'd
               e're
               Noon-tide
               ▪
               Life
               a
               simple
               lease
               ,
            
             
               At
               will
               ,
               and
               pleasure
               of
               a
               homelie
               Farm
            
             
               For
               us
               to
               toile
               in
               ,
               where
               we
               're
               hardly
               warm
               ,
            
             
               In
               the
               possession
               of
               it
               ,
               when
               anon
               ,
            
             
               Our
               Lease
               runs
               out
               ,
               and
               we
               must
               all
               be
               gone
               .
            
             
               Life
               but
               the
               parcels
               of
               a
               few
               years
               breath
               ,
            
             
               Summ'd
               up
               at
               last
               
                 i'
                 th
                 capital
                 of
                 death
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Times
                 wast-book
              
               :
               health
               .
               and
               strengths
               extinguisher
            
             
               Heavens
               great
               derider
               :
               Hells
               remembrancer
               .
            
             
               The
               old
               mans
               profit
               ,
               and
               the
               young
               mans
               loss
               ,
            
             
               The
               rich
               mans
               Idol
               ,
               and
               the
               poor
               mans
               cross
               :
            
             
               
                 Sins
                 active
                 Pander
              
               for
               some
               little
               space
               ,
            
             
               Then
               to
               Repentancea
               
                 sad
                 looking
                 glass
              
               .
            
             
               Pleasures
               mean
               vassal
               ,
               times
               obedient
               ●alve
               ,
            
             
               And
               a
               most
               faithful
               servant
               to
               the
               Grave
               .
            
             
               Death
               charges
               Time
               ,
               Time
               charges
               Life
               ,
               by
               Roll
               ,
            
             
               To
               make
               account
               of
               every
               living
               Soul
               :
            
             
               The
               
                 grand
                 Collector
              
               ,
               by
               just
               calculation
               ,
            
             
               Himself
               discharges
               of
               each
               Generation
               ▪
            
             
               In
               
                 deaths
                 exchequer
              
               ,
               then
               begins
               afresh
               ,
            
             
               T'
               exact
               the
               impost
               of
               all
               living
               flesh
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               is
               that
               we
               call
               Life
               ,
               this
               is
               the
               thing
               ,
            
             
               Of
               which
               poor
               Mortals
               make
               such
               reckoning
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               the
               sum
               of
               all
               their
               happiness
               ,
            
             
               Lay
               in
               their
               
                 breathing
                 for
                 some
                 little
                 space
              
               .
            
             
               Alace
               that
               men
               of
               reason
               thus
               should
               lye
            
             
               Sick
               of
               an
               universal
               phrenesie
               :
            
             
               And
               not
               rouz'd
               up
               at
               length
               perceive
               ,
               for
               shame
               ,
            
             
               What
               is
               this
               Life
               ,
               which
               they
               so
               much
               esteem
               .
            
             
               
                 This
                 Life
              
               ,
               —
               a
               thing
               so
               burdensome
               to
               me
               ,
            
             
               As
               how
               I
               hate
               it
               you
               do
               clearly
               see
               .
            
          
           
             
               May
               I
               not
               then
               oppress
               't
               with
               Life
               repine
               ,
            
             
               Since
               there
               's
               no
               Life
               comparable
               to
               mine
               ?
            
             
               The
               dregs
               of
               Life
               ,
               that
               do
               with
               me
               remain
               ,
            
             
             
               Are
               but
               the
               meer
               fomenters
               of
               my
               pain
               :
            
             
               For
               who
               extended
               night
               and
               day
               ,
               on
               rack
            
             
               Would
               not
               ,
               with
               all
               his
               heart
               Death
               welcome
               make
               ?
            
             
               O
               let
               me
               then
               to
               God
               make
               my
               address
               ;
            
             
               O
               let
               me
               to
               himself
               my
               woes
               express
               :
            
             
               He
               is
               a
               God
               of
               mercy
               ,
               and
               will
               hear
            
             
               Th'oppress't
               ,
               and
               have
               regard
               to
               every
               tear
            
             
               That
               drops
               from
               pious
               eyes
               .
               —
            
             
               A
               sore
               complaint
               then
               on
               my self
               I
               'l
               make
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               anguish
               of
               my
               Soul
               I
               'l
               speak
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               'l
               say
               to
               God
               ,
               condemn
               me
               not
               ;
               and
               why
               
            
             
               Wilt
               thou
               contend
               with
               such
               a
               thing
               as
               I
               ,
            
             
               An
               Eagle
               take
               the
               pains
               to
               kill
               a
               flee
               !
            
             
               
                 Contend
                 with
                 me
                 ,
              
               !
               —
               a
               thing
               not
               to
               be
               nam'd
               ,
            
             
               A
               thing
               ,
               of
               which
               even
               Nature
               is
               asham'd
               ,
            
             
               A
               piece
               of
               Earth
               ,
               that
               serving
               for
               no
               use
               ,
            
             
               Is
               thrown
               out
               on
               the
               Dung-hill
               as
               refuse
               ,
            
             
               The
               dross
               of
               human
               frail●●y
               ,
               the
               abstract
            
             
               Of
               all
               ,
               that
               's
               mouldy
               ,
               low
               ,
               decay'd
               ,
               and
               crack't
               .
            
             
               A
               thing
               now
               grating
               at
               the
               
                 gates
                 of
                 death
              
               ,
            
             
               Retarded
               only
               by
               a
               
                 gasping
                 breath
              
               ;
            
             
               A
               thing
               so
               mean
               as
               is
               not
               worth
               thy
               wrath
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               why
               ,
               good
               Lord
               ,
               dost
               thou
               take
               so
               much
               pleasure
               ,
               
            
             
               T'
               oppress
               so
               mean
               a
               thing
               ,
               beyond
               all
               measure
               ?
            
             
               What
               doth
               this
               to
               thy
               Glory
               contribute
               ?
            
             
               How
               doth
               such
               usage
               with
               
                 thy
                 Justice
              
               sute
               ?
            
             
               Alace
               I
               know
               not
               how
               the
               matter
               stands
               ,
            
             
               But
               thus
               t'
               undo
               the
               
                 labour
                 of
                 thy
                 hands
              
               ,
            
             
               Thus
               to
               destroy
               a
               Creaure
               thou
               didst
               frame
               ,
            
             
               And
               once
               didst
               think
               it
               worthy
               of
               a
               name
               :
            
             
               Nay
               ,
               
                 as
                 thy
                 Creature
              
               ,
               thou
               was
               't
               pleas'd
               to
               own
               ,
            
             
               Thus
               to
               reject
               it
               ,
               with
               a
               
                 sullen
                 frown
              
               ,
            
             
               Me
               thinks
               is
               strange
               .
               —
               What
               may
               the
               Atheists
               say
               ,
            
             
               When
               thy
               own
               servants
               are
               oppress
               't
               this
               way
               ?
            
             
               Why
               they
               will
               surely
               ,
               
                 in
                 their
                 scoffing
                 mode
              
               ,
            
             
               Blaspheme
               the
               ever
               glorious
               Name
               of
               God.
            
             
               See
               here
               ,
               they
               'l
               say
               ,
               a
               man
               ,
               who
               seriously
            
             
               Apply'd
               his
               mind
               to
               
                 th'
                 art
                 of
                 piety
              
               ,
            
             
               Who
               
                 his
                 great
                 God
              
               ,
               above
               all
               things
               ador'd
               ;
            
             
               A
               most
               devoted
               Servant
               to
               
                 his
                 Lord.
              
            
             
               One
               ,
               who
               not
               pleas'd
               with
               what
               his
               neighbours
               us'd
               ,
            
             
               Despised
               their
               Religion
               ,
               and
               refus'd
            
             
               T'
               acknowledge
               any
               of
               their
               Deities
               ,
            
             
               But
               ,
               
                 in
                 a
                 zealous
                 phrensy
              
               ,
               did
               devise
               ,
            
             
               
                 A
                 Deitie
                 to
                 himself
                 peculiar
              
               ,
            
             
               Out
               of
               an
               humour
               to
               be
               singular
               .
            
             
               See
               now
               ,
               they
               'l
               say
               ,
               see
               how
               
                 his
                 God
              
               doth
               treat
               him
               ,
            
             
               See
               how
               
                 his
                 Lord
              
               ,
               he
               so
               much
               lov'd
               ,
               doth
               hate
               him
               .
            
             
               How
               he
               doth
               whip
               him
               :
               —
               how
               he
               takes
               delite
            
             
               To
               vex
               a
               man
               ,
               who
               us'd
               himself
               to
               write
            
             
               A
               most
               obedient
               Servant
               to
               
                 his
                 God
              
               ,
            
             
               See
               how
               he
               beats
               him
               with
               a
               
                 heavie
                 Rod.
              
            
             
               Let
               him
               complain
               ,
               weep
               ▪
               pray
               ,
               do
               what
               he
               can
               ,
            
             
               Let
               him
               cry
               out
               ,
               yet
               still
               
                 this
                 pious
                 man
              
            
             
             
               Finds
               none
               to
               comfort
               ,
               pity
               ,
               or
               deplore
               him
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               his
               God
               ,
               '
               has
               no
               compassion
               for
               him
               ,
            
             
               But
               ,
               on
               the
               contrair
               ,
               doth
               appear
               t'
               abhor
               him
               .
            
             
               Sure
               this
               will
               be
               
                 their
                 language
              
               ;
               thus
               alace
               ,
            
             
               
                 Those
                 impious
                 wretches
              
               will
               themselves
               express
               .
            
             
               Yes
               this
               will
               be
               their
               Table-talk
               ,
               I
               fear
               ,
               ,
            
             
               O
               then
               forbear
               ,
               
                 for
                 thy
                 own
                 sake
              
               ,
               forbear
            
             
               Thus
               to
               torment
               me
               ,
               lest
               in
               plaguing
               me
               ,
            
             
               These
               men
               conclude
               that
               
                 all
                 who
                 honour
                 thee
              
            
             
               Will
               be
               thus
               us'd
               —
               O
               do
               not
               gratify
            
             
               
                 Those
                 bold
                 professours
                 of
                 impiety
              
               ,
            
             
               In
               my
               so
               sad
               ,
               and
               grievous
               punishment
               ,
            
             
               But
               please
               ,
               good
               Lord
               ,
               to
               let
               thy
               wrath
               relent
               ,
            
             
               And
               from
               those
               cruel
               torments
               ,
               set
               me
               free
               ,
            
             
               That
               such
               ,
               as
               do
               contemn
               thy
               Laws
               ,
               may
               see
            
             
               How
               merciful
               a
               God
               thou
               art
               ,
               how
               just
               ,
            
             
               How
               kind
               to
               such
               ,
               as
               in
               thee
               place
               their
               trust
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               why
               should
               I
               presume
               thus
               to
               express
               ,
               
            
             
               What
               thou
               well
               know
               ▪
               st
               ,
               and
               I
               at
               best
               but
               guess
               .
            
             
               Thou
               ,
               who
               didst
               all
               things
               frame
               ,
               dost
               all
               things
               know
            
             
               
                 Those
                 hateful
                 sinners
              
               will
               blaspheme
               thee
               so
               ,
            
             
               If
               thou
               continue
               thus
               to
               torture
               me
               ,
            
             
               
                 Thus
                 I
                 suspect
              
               ,
               but
               thou
               dost
               plainly
               see
            
             
               Thy
               eyes
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
               are
               not
               of
               humane
               fashion
               .
            
             
               Obnoxious
               in
               the
               least
               ,
               to
               fascination
               :
            
             
               No
               ,
               no
               ,
               my
               God
               ,
               I
               know
               thy
               piercing
               eye
            
             
               Doth
               ,
               at
               one
               glance
               ,
               the
               whole
               Creation
               spy
               ,
            
             
               Its
               Horizon
               being
               sole
               ubiquity
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Nor
               are
               thy
               days
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
               like
               those
               of
               man
               ,
               
            
             
               So
               that
               we
               might
               thy
               time
               by
               numbers
               scane
               ,
            
             
               No
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               thy
               days
               surpass
               our
               admiration
               ,
            
             
               And
               scorn
               th'
               endeavours
               of
               
                 our
                 Computation
              
               ,
            
             
               For
               who
               will
               undertake
               to
               calculat
            
             
               That
               time
               ,
               which
               by
               no
               time
               is
               limitat
               ?
            
             
               That
               
                 immense
                 time
              
               ,
               whose
               vast
               extent
               doth
               lye
            
             
               Twixt
               the
               two
               Tropicks
               of
               Eternity
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               hours
               ,
               and
               minutes
               are
               innumerable
               ,
            
             
               As
               is
               its
               durance
               unimaginable
               ;
            
             
               I
               know
               ,
               good
               Lord
               ,
               no
               time
               can
               comprehend
            
             
               What
               no
               Beginning
               had
               ,
               and
               had
               no
               End.
               
            
          
           
             
               Now
               ,
               since
               't
               is
               so
               ,
               then
               let
               me
               understand
               ,
               
            
             
               What
               is
               the
               reason
               (
               if
               I
               dare
               demand
               )
            
             
               Why
               thou
               a
               God
               so
               high
               ,
               and
               excellent
               ,
            
             
               Dost
               take
               such
               pleasure
               in
               my
               punishment
               ?
            
             
               Why
               thou
               shouldst
               give
               such
               out
               let
               to
               thy
               wrath
               ,
            
             
               As
               to
               pursue
               
                 thy
                 servant
              
               to
               the
               death
               ?
            
             
               Why
               thou
               shouldst
               make
               such
               formal
               inquisition
            
             
               After
               my
               sins
               ,
               and
               call
               for
               exhibition
            
             
               Of
               all
               my
               
                 hidden
                 thoughts
              
               :
               as
               if
               thou
               meant
               ,
            
             
               By
               such
               harsh
               dealing
               ,
               to
               make
               evident
            
             
               Thy
               hatred
               to
               
                 thy
                 Creature
              
               ,
               and
               proclaim
            
             
               To
               all
               the
               World
               ,
               what
               I
               conceal
               ,
               for
               shame
               :
            
             
               Thy
               torturing
               me
               thus
               doth
               plainly
               speak
               ,
            
             
               The
               language
               of
               
                 a
                 hot
                 ,
                 inveterat
                 picque
              
               .
            
             
             
               From
               thee
               such
               usage
               is
               not
               ordinar
               ,
            
             
               For
               thou'
               rt
               not
               subject
               as
               we
               poor
               Mortals
               are
               ,
            
             
               To
               passion
               ,
               and
               revenge
               :
               then
               let
               me
               know
            
             
               what
               have
               I
               done
               ,
               that
               thou
               shouldst
               bait
               me
               so
               ,
            
             
               What
               have
               I
               to
               thy
               anger
               contribute
               ,
            
             
               That
               ,
               with
               such
               hatred
               ,
               thou
               shouldst
               prosecute
            
             
               
                 The
                 reliques
                 of
                 a
                 man
                 ,
                 the
                 vanity
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 Life
                 ,
                 the
                 ruins
                 of
                 Mortalitie
                 ?
              
            
          
           
             
               Ah
               Lord
               ,
               however
               I
               have
               sinn'd
               before
               ,
               
            
             
               Yet
               now
               thou
               seest
               I
               can
               do
               so
               no
               more
               :
            
             
               For
               thou
               dost
               keep
               me
               in
               
                 an
                 Iron
                 Cage
              
               ,
            
             
               In
               which
               I
               wast
               
                 the
                 gleanings
                 of
                 my
                 age
              
               .
            
             
               In
               sad
               reflections
               on
               my
               by
               past
               times
               ,
            
             
               
                 Calling
                 to
                 mind
                 a
                 thousand
                 horrid
                 Crimes
              
            
             
               
                 I
                 have
                 committed
              
               ,
               for
               which
               constantly
            
             
               I
               beg
               for
               mercy
               from
               thy
               Majesty
               .
            
             
               But
               now
               ,
               although
               I
               would
               ,
               I
               cann't
               do
               ill
               ,
            
             
               My
               Soul
               thou
               so
               with
               bitterness
               dost
               fill
               ;
            
             
               No
               power
               of
               sinning
               doth
               with
               me
               remain
               ,
            
             
               Unless
               thou
               judge
               it
               sinful
               
                 to
                 complain
              
               :
            
             
               And
               ,
               if
               complaints
               be
               sinful
               ,
               then
               alace
               ,
            
             
               No
               humane
               language
               can
               
                 my
                 sins
              
               expresse
               .
            
             
               I
               am
               indeed
               most
               guilty
               of
               
                 that
                 sin
              
               ,
            
             
               For
               ,
               
                 in
                 this
                 moment
              
               ,
               I
               do
               but
               begin
            
             
               My
               sore
               complaint
               .
               Nay
               though
               I
               cry
               in
               vain
               ,
            
             
               And
               though
               I
               to
               no
               purpose
               do
               complain
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               can
               I
               not
               forbear
               to
               give
               some
               vent
            
             
               To
               
                 that
                 huge
                 grief
              
               ,
               which
               doth
               my
               Soul
               torment
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ah
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               didst
               thou
               not
               frame
               me
               ?
               didst
               not
               thou
               
            
             
               To
               me
               ,
               at
               Birth
               ,
               
                 a
                 humane
                 shape
              
               allow
               ?
            
             
               Didst
               thou
               not
               mould
               ,
               and
               fashion
               me
               around
               ?
            
             
               Of
               many
               simples
               didst
               not
               me
               compound
               ?
            
             
               And
               wilt
               thou
               now
               
                 this
                 goodly
                 frame
                 destroy
              
               .
            
             
               In
               whose
               Composing
               thou
               didst
               Art
               employ
               ?
            
             
               Wilt
               thou
               this
               thing
               ,
               by
               
                 second
                 operation
              
               ,
            
             
               Reduce
               to
               th'
               state
               of
               
                 primitive
                 Creation
              
               .
            
             
               And
               end
               thy
               Labours
               ,
               in
               annihilation
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Remember
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               how
               thou
               of
               clay
               didst
               frame
               
            
             
               This
               Figure
               ,
               to
               which
               thou
               didst
               give
               the
               Name
            
             
               Of
               Body
               —
               breath'd
               upon
               't
               ,
               and
               made
               it
               live
               ,
            
             
               Then
               to
               't
               a
               certain
               
                 lease
                 of
                 Life
              
               didst
               give
               :
            
             
               Thou
               taught
               it
               how
               to
               think
               ,
               to
               speak
               ,
               and
               act
               ,
            
             
               And
               entered
               with
               
                 this
                 Creature
              
               in
               Contract
               ,
            
             
               By
               which
               thou
               didst
               engage
               it
               to
               maintain
               ,
            
             
               And
               wilt
               thou
               now
               unravel
               all
               again
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Didst
               thou
               not
               pour
               me
               out
               ,
               
                 like
                 Milk
              
               ,
               and
               lay
               
            
             
               My
               first
               foundation
               in
               
                 a
                 drop
                 of
                 Whay
              
               ?
            
             
               Which
               in
               
                 warm
                 Vessels
              
               kindly
               entertain'd
               ,
            
             
               For
               some
               small
               time
               ,
               
                 a
                 liquid
                 thing
              
               remain'd
               ,
            
             
               Then
               from
               the
               
                 serous
                 matter
              
               separate
               ,
            
             
               In
               a
               
                 most
                 ball
              
               it
               did
               coagulate
               ,
            
             
               of
               such
               a
               form
               ,
               
                 as
                 on
                 the
                 Cruds
                 would
                 squeeze
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Into
                 the
                 globous
                 figure
                 of
                 a
                 Cheese
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               Then
               didst
               thou
               ,
               by
               
                 an
                 Art
                 inimitable
              
               .
               
            
             
               Translate
               me
               from
               
                 a
                 simple
                 vegetable
              
               ,
            
             
               Into
               a
               well
               compacted
               sensitive
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               from
               that
               hour
               ,
               appointedst
               me
               to
               live
               .
            
             
               With
               Bones
               ,
               and
               Sinews
               then
               thou
               didst
               me
               knit
               ,
            
             
               And
               wrapp'd
               me
               in
               a
               
                 Damask
                 Coverlet
              
               .
            
             
               
                 Of
                 Nerves
                 ,
                 and
                 Muscles
              
               ;
               and
               (
               though
               yet
               a
               Brute
               )
            
             
               Thou
               cloathedst
               me
               in
               
                 a
                 most
                 goodly
                 Sute
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 Ivory
                 Skin
              
               :
               a
               Suite
               accommodate
            
             
               For
               every
               Season
               ,
               every
               Rank
               ,
               and
               State
               :
            
          
           
             
               When
               thou
               had
               thus
               apparell'd
               me
               ,
               and
               I
               
            
             
               Now
               entered
               
                 junior
                 of
                 Mortality
              
               ;
            
             
               Then
               I
               begun
               to
               rouze
               ,
               and
               stir
               apace
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               my
               Sense
               my
               Hunger
               did
               increase
               ,
            
             
               I
               call'd
               for
               Food
               ,
               which
               thou
               didst
               soon
               prepare
               ,
            
             
               And
               furnish'd
               me
               ,
               (
               though
               a
               close
               prisoner
            
             
               In
               the
               dark
               Womb
               )
               yet
               didst
               thou
               every
               day
               ,
            
             
               By
               
                 secret
                 Canals
              
               ,
               to
               my
               mouth
               convey
            
             
               
                 Fresh
                 Vict●als
              
               ,
               in
               good
               case
               :
               then
               after
               all
               ,
            
             
               Was
               't
               please
               t'infuse
               the
               
                 spirits
                 animal
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               became
               
                 a
                 creature
                 rational
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               having
               past
               
                 my
                 course
                 of
                 Generation
              
               ,
            
             
               Each
               hour
               ,
               I
               waited
               for
               a
               fair
               occasion
               ,
            
             
               To
               launch
               out
               in
               the
               Worlds
               great
               Ocean
               ,
            
             
               And
               enter
               my
               Apprentisage
               to
               Man.
            
             
               After
               
                 nine
                 Months
                 imprisonment
              
               ,
               at
               length
            
             
               Having
               obtain'd
               some
               tolerable
               strength
               ,
            
             
               At
               a
               Spring-tide
               of
               humours
               ,
               I
               set
               out
            
             
               Of
               
                 th'
                 Harbour
                 of
                 the
                 Womb
              
               ,
               with
               such
               a
               shout
               ,
            
             
               With
               such
               a
               dreadful
               
                 Peal
                 of
                 Groans
              
               ,
               with
               such
            
             
               Hard
               tugging
               ,
               sweating
               ,
               wrestling
               ,
               and
               so
               much
            
             
               Sad
               labour
               ,
               toile
               ,
               and
               crying
               out
               (
               for
               all
               ,
            
             
               Who
               see
               me
               launching
               still
               
                 more
                 hands
              
               did
               call
               )
            
             
               As
               I
               begun
               of
               passage
               to
               despair
               ,
            
             
               And
               hadst
               not
               thou
               ,
               my
               God
               ,
               of
               me
               tane
               care
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               my
               strength
               ,
               I
               ne're
               had
               pass'd
               the
               Bar.
               
            
          
           
             
               But
               after
               all
               this
               labour
               ,
               toile
               ,
               and
               sweat
               ,
            
             
               By
               which
               I
               was
               almost
               exanimate
               ,
            
             
               After
               ,
               with
               
                 main
                 force
              
               ,
               I
               had
               wrestled
               out
               ,
            
             
               And
               now
               amaz'd
               ,
               begun
               to
               stare
               about
               ,
            
             
               And
               view
               
                 this
                 New
                 found-world
              
               .
               which
               to
               that
               hour
            
             
               I
               ne're
               had
               heard
               of
               ,
               nor
               e're
               seen
               before
               :
            
             
               Then
               thou
               ,
               by
               instinct
               ,
               mad'st
               me
               weep
               amain
               ,
            
             
               (
               'Cause
               all
               I
               view'd
               ,
               was
               transient
               ,
               and
               vain
               ,
               )
            
             
               And
               wish
               that
               I
               were
               in
               the
               Womb
               again
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               ,
               since
               thou
               hadst
               ordain'd
               that
               I
               should
               live
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               ▪
               in
               thy
               wisdom
               ,
               didst
               think
               fit
               to
               give
               ,
            
             
               
                 Reason
                 and
                 Knowledge
              
               to
               me
               ,
               
                 whereby
                 I
              
            
             
               
                 Might
                 learn
                 to
                 live
                 ,
                 by
                 learning
                 first
                 to
                 dye
                 .
              
            
             
               Thou
               didst
               preserve
               me
               by
               thy
               Providence
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               Grace
               was
               to
               my
               Soul
               a
               strong
               defence
               ,
            
             
               'Gainst
               all
               temptations
               :
               thy
               
                 Paternal
                 care
              
            
             
               Did
               for
               my
               Body
               daily
               Food
               prepare
               .
            
             
               
                 To
                 thee
                 alone
                 ,
                 Lord
                 ,
                 (
                 th'
                 hast
                 oblig'd
                 me
                 so
                 )
              
            
             
             
               
                 My
                 Birth
                 ,
                 my
                 Being
                 ,
                 all
                 that
                 's
                 good
                 I
                 owe
              
            
          
           
             
               But
               what
               needs
               further
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               I
               do
               confess
               
            
             
               I
               owe
               more
               to
               thee
               ,
               then
               I
               can
               express
               :
            
             
               For
               reckoning
               all
               my
               Life-time
               o're
               ,
               and
               o're
               ,
            
             
               I
               find
               I
               'm
               in
               thy
               debt
               still
               more
               ,
               and
               more
               ,
            
             
               So
               that
               at
               length
               
                 I
                 'm
                 broke
                 upon
                 the
                 score
              
               .
            
             
               For
               who
               so
               guilty
               of
               ingratitude
               ,
            
             
               What
               man
               so
               void
               of
               reason
               ,
               who
               so
               rude
               ,
            
             
               Whoso
               unthinking
               ,
               as
               when
               he
               begins
            
             
               To
               reckon
               up
               
                 thy
                 mercies
              
               ,
               and
               
                 his
                 sins
              
               ,
            
             
               But
               will
               acknowledge
               he
               's
               oblig'd
               to
               thee
               ,
            
             
               (
               Though
               punish'd
               ,
               tortur'd
               ,
               and
               oppress'd
               like
               me
               )
            
             
               When
               he
               considers
               how
               thou
               formerly
            
             
               Hast
               guarded
               him
               ,
               since
               his
               Nativity
               .
            
             
               From
               what
               had
               else
               besaln
               him
               ,
               hadst
               not
               thou
               ,
            
             
               Both
               own'd
               him
               kindly
               ,
               and
               supply'd
               him
               too
               ,
            
             
               With
               all
               things
               for
               his
               life
               convenient
               ,
            
             
               Since
               the
               first
               hour
               he
               to
               the
               world
               was
               sent
               .
            
             
               And
               then
               ,
               if
               any
               man
               perhaps
               intend
               ,
            
             
               Some
               small
               proportion
               of
               his
               time
               to
               spend
               ;
            
             
               ●th
               '
               serious
               and
               useful
               contemplation
            
             
               Of
               
                 the
                 so
                 much
                 to
                 be
                 admir'd
                 Creation
                 :
              
            
             
               And
               view
               the
               order
               of
               thy
               Providence
               ,
            
             
               How
               to
               each
               living
               Soul
               thou
               dost
               dispense
            
             
               Thy
               Justice
               ,
               and
               thy
               mercy
               ,
               instantly
            
             
               He
               'd
               find
               his
               Reason
               in
               an
               exta●●e
               ;
            
             
               Whilst
               linking
               second
               causes
               ,
               in
               a
               ▪
               chain
               ,
            
             
               By
               thumbing
               of
               'em
               ,
               he
               'd
               attempt
               ,
               in
               vain
            
             
               To
               fathom
               ,
               what
               no
               Art
               can
               comprehend
               .
            
             
               And
               then
               at
               length
               he
               'd
               find
               there
               is
               no
               end
            
             
               In
               searching
               of
               such
               things
               ,
               and
               so
               give
               o're
            
             
               His
               inquisition
               ,
               and
               will
               dive
               no
               more
               ▪
            
             
               In
               
                 that
                 abyss
              
               ,
               but
               end
               his
               contemplation
            
             
               
                 In
                 a
                 profound
                 ,
                 and
                 humble
                 admiration
                 :
              
            
             
               Acknowledging
               that
               ,
               save
               to
               thee
               alone
               ,
            
             
               Those
               Mysteries
               can
               not
               at
               all
               be
               known
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thou
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               hast
               all
               things
               made
               ,
               dost
               all
               things
               spy
               ▪
               
            
             
               Nothing
               can
               be
               concealed
               from
               thy
               Eye
               :
            
             
               For
               what
               man
               labours
               ,
               
                 by
                 his
                 foolish
                 art
              
               ,
            
             
               To
               lock
               up
               in
               the
               Cabin
               of
               his
               Heart
               ,
            
             
               And
               thinks
               a
               secret
               ,
               to
               thee
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               is
               known
               ,
            
             
               As
               well
               ,
               as
               what
               to
               publicque
               view
               is
               shown
               .
            
             
               If
               I
               have
               sinn'd
               then
               ,
               thou
               wilt
               instantly
            
             
               Look
               ,
               with
               a
               most
               sever
               ,
               enquiring
               Eye
            
             
               Upon
               my
               Errors
               ,
               and
               wilt
               not
               acquit
            
             
               Me
               from
               the
               Censure
               that
               is
               just
               ,
               and
               fit
               ,
            
             
               To
               be
               on
               man
               inflicted
               ,
               in
               such
               cases
               ,
            
             
               But
               wilt
               ,
               most
               justly
               ,
               as
               my
               sin
               encreases
               ,
            
             
               Add
               to
               my
               punishment
               ,
               and
               possibly
            
             
               Entail
               wy
               woes
               on
               my
               Posterity
               .
            
          
           
             
               Why
               then
               ,
               if
               I
               have
               sinn'd
               ,
               I
               am
               undone
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               merit
               to
               be
               pitied
               by
               none
               ,
            
             
             
               Because
               I
               knew
               thy
               Justice
               would
               not
               spare
            
             
               For
               all
               excuses
               ,
               such
               as
               guilty
               are
               :
            
             
               Hence
               if
               I
               've
               sinn'd
               ;
               my
               Doom
               I
               plainly
               read
               :
            
             
               If
               not
               ,
               I
               will
               not
               yet
               lift
               up
               my
               head
               ,
            
             
               Or
               say●
               '
               th'
               least
               that
               I
               am
               innocent
               ,
            
             
               Because
               I
               fear
               a
               furder
               punishment
               :
            
             
               But
               still
               imagine
               that
               I
               guilty
               am
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               in
               thy
               presence
               ,
               hide
               my
               face
               ,
               for
               shame
               ,
            
             
               I
               'l
               live
               in
               great
               humility
               ,
               and
               fear
               ,
            
             
               For
               no
               man
               in
               thy
               fight
               ,
               can
               just
               appear
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               how
               soe're
               the
               matter
               be
               ,
               good
               Lord
               ,
               
            
             
               Proceed
               thou
               to
               destroy
               me
               ,
               in
               a
               word
               ,
            
             
               Let
               loose
               the
               Reins
               of
               thy
               consuming
               Wrath
               ,
            
             
               And
               never
               leave
               me
               ,
               whilst
               the
               Gates
               of
               Death
            
             
               ●ly
               open
               to
               receive
               me
               :
               Let
               thy
               Rage
               ,
            
             
               By
               close
               pursute
               ,
               abridge
               my
               lingring
               age
               .
            
             
               Never
               give
               o're
               ,
               but
               rouze
               me
               every
               day
               ,
            
             
               
                 With
                 the
                 same
                 view
                 ▪
                 as
                 Lyons
                 hunt
                 their
                 Prey
                 :
              
            
             
               Break
               me
               to
               pieces
               ,
               do
               ,
               and
               so
               express
               ,
            
             
               Thy self
               admir'd
               in
               my
               unworthiness
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               ,
               rather
               than
               in
               such
               sad
               torments
               lye
               ,
               
            
             
               'T
               were
               better
               far
               I
               instantly
               should
               dye
               .
            
             
               Let
               me
               then
               quickly
               be
               undone
               ,
               
                 let
                 all
              
            
             
               
                 Thy
                 heavie
                 plagues
                 at
                 once
                 upon
                 me
                 fall
              
               ;
            
             
               And
               not
               by
               Piece-meal
               ,
               every
               day
               augment
            
             
               The
               several
               species
               of
               my
               punishment
               ,
            
             
               And
               thus
               each
               hour
               thy
               
                 dreadful
                 Chace
              
               renue
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               thou
               didst
               take
               pleasure
               to
               pursue
            
             
               My
               wearied
               Soul.
               —
               —
            
             
               Armies
               of
               sorrows
               up
               against
               me
               draw
               ,
            
             
               With
               all
               
                 the
                 numerous
                 rude
                 Militia
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 foul
                 diseases
              
               ,
               which
               my
               Body
               seize
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               I
               am
               to
               such
               Cannibals
               ,
               as
               these
            
             
               A
               daily
               prey
               ,
               my
               sores
               do
               still
               encrease
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               my
               Spirit
               I
               can
               have
               no
               peace
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               O
               why
               didst
               thou
               bring
               me
               from
               the
               Womb
               ?
               
            
             
               Why
               did
               I
               from
               my
               Native
               Cottage
               come
               ?
            
             
               Where
               I
               no
               sorrow
               knew
               ,
               no
               trouble
               felt
               ,
            
             
               But
               most
               secure
               in
               peace
               ,
               and
               plenty
               dwelt
               ▪
            
             
               Was
               it
               for
               this
               that
               to
               the
               World
               I
               came
               !
            
             
               For
               this
               —
               that
               ever
               I
               was
               born
               —
               for
               shame
               !
            
             
               For
               this
               —
               that
               e're
               my
               Mother
               should
               ha
               ▪
               known
            
             
               The
               pangs
               of
               Child-birth
               ,
               nay
               
                 one
                 single
                 groan
              
               ,
            
             
               In
               bringing
               forh
               a
               Creature
               destinate
               ,
            
             
               
                 For
                 grief
                 ,
                 and
                 sorrow
              
               ;
               one
               ,
               whom
               God
               doth
               hate
               ;
            
             
               'Gainst
               whom
               he
               doth
               his
               angry
               Sword
               unsheath
               ,
            
             
               And
               every
               day
               doth
               wound
               him
               in
               his
               Wrath.
            
             
               But
               ne're
               will
               bless
               him
               with
               
                 the
                 blow
                 of
                 Death
              
               .
            
             
               Would
               I
               had
               perish'd
               in
               the
               Womb
               ,
               at
               least
            
             
               Would
               ●
               a
               still-born
               Embryo
               ,
               at
               best
            
             
               Had
               dropp'd
               into
               the
               World
               ,
               and
               instantly
            
             
               Had
               been
               Box'd
               up
               ,
               and
               Buried
               ,
               so
               no
               eye
            
             
               Had
               seen
               me
               
                 this
                 side
                 of
                 Mortalitie
              
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Would
               I
               had
               been
               ,
               as
               though
               I
               ne're
               had
               been
               ,
               
            
             
               Without
               existence
               ,
               never
               heard
               ,
               or
               seen
               :
            
             
               Would
               Providence
               for
               me
               had
               never
               car'd
               ,
            
             
               Would
               
                 my
                 fond
                 Parents
              
               had
               their
               labour
               spar'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               a
               
                 thing
                 without
                 all
                 form
                 ,
                 and
                 shape
                 ,
              
            
             
               Had
               been
               conceal'd
               
                 in
                 Natures
                 modest
                 Lap
              
               :
            
             
               When
               from
               the
               Womb
               soft
               hands
               did
               me
               receive
               ,
            
             
               Would
               I
               had
               fairly
               slipt
               into
               the
               Grave
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               since
               I
               am
               condemn'd
               ,
               —
               O
               since
               I
               must
               ,
               
            
             
               In
               a
               few
               days
               ,
               incorporat
               with
               Dust
               :
            
             
               Since
               thou
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
               wilt
               call
               for
               
                 what
                 is
                 thine
              
               ;
            
             
               And
               I
               to
               Worms
               
                 this
                 Body
              
               must
               resign
               :
            
             
               Some
               little
               respite
               ,
               for
               thy
               Mercy
               sake
            
             
               Allow
               me
               ,
               that
               I
               may
               some
               comfort
               take
               .
            
          
           
             
               Before
               I
               to
               
                 the
                 Land
                 of
                 darkness
              
               go
               ,
               
            
             
               
                 A
                 dismal
                 Land
              
               ,
               which
               never
               Light
               did
               know
               ,
            
             
               Whence
               I
               shall
               not
               return
               ,
               
                 a
                 dreadful
                 Land
              
               ,
            
             
               Where
               
                 pale-fac'd
                 horrour
              
               doth
               in
               chief
               command
               :
            
             
               Where
               Worms
               with
               Death
               in
               council
               sit
               ,
               and
               call
            
             
               For
               an
               account
               of
               every
               Funeral
               :
            
             
               Where
               empty
               Sculls
               in
               heaps
               are
               gathered
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               
                 dry
                 Bones
              
               the
               Land
               is
               overspread
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               Land
               so
               very
               dark
               ,
               no
               art
               can
               trace
               ,
               
            
             
               It
               s
               true
               dimensions
               ,
               or
               by
               Map
               express
            
             
               Its
               Scituation
               ,
               a
               most
               barbarous
               Land
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               Laws
               ,
               and
               Language
               none
               can
               understand
               :
            
             
               
                 A
                 Land
                 of
                 mourning
              
               ,
               where
               no
               joy
               is
               known
               ,
            
             
               But
               Mirth
               ,
               and
               Sorrow
               there
               are
               both
               as
               one
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Cap.
             XI
             .
          
           
             
               THus
               Job
               had
               spoke
               ,
               thus
               had
               himself
               express't
               ,
               
            
             
               Whilst
               his
               poor
               troubled
               Soul
               could
               find
               no
               rest
               :
            
             
               For
               '
               stead
               of
               sleeping
               ,
               he
               did
               still
               complain
               ,
            
             
               
                 Keep
                 't
                 waking
                 by
                 the
                 torture
                 of
                 his
                 pain
                 :
              
            
             
               But
               (
               which
               is
               worse
               )
               when
               he
               had
               made
               an
               end
            
             
               Of
               speaking
               ,
               and
               ,
               it
               may
               be
               ,
               did
               intend
            
             
               To
               take
               a
               Nap
               ;
               then
               some
               of
               those
               ,
               who
               keep
               't
            
             
               Him
               company
               ,
               and
               (
               as
               we
               fancy
               )
               sleep't
            
             
               By
               turns
               ,
               would
               fall
               a
               speaking
               ,
               and
               with
               heat
               ,
            
             
               Engage
               him
               in
               
                 a
                 most
                 unkind
                 debate
              
               .
            
             
               Thus
               when
               ▪
               he
               now
               had
               spoke
               ,
               thus
               instantly
               ,
            
             
               Zophar
               his
               friend
               made
               him
               this
               tart
               reply
               .
            
          
           
             
               Who
               can
               with
               patience
               ,
               
                 thy
                 vain
                 humour
                 bear
              
               ?
               
            
             
               Or
               ,
               says
               he
               ,
               so
               much
               
                 idle
                 talking
              
               hear
               ?
            
             
               From
               whence
               this
               torrent
               of
               discourse
               ?
               from
               whence
            
             
               This
               foolish
               bragging
               of
               thy
               innocence
               ?
            
             
               From
               whence
               this
               clamour
               ?
               whence
               this
               sad
               complaining
               ,
            
             
             
               Whence
               all
               
                 this
                 crying
                 out
              
               ?
               what
               is
               the
               meaning
            
             
               Of
               all
               
                 these
                 blustring
                 words
              
               ?
               whence
               all
               this
               noise
               ?
            
             
               Dos't
               think
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               thou
               hast
               to
               do
               with
               Boy
               's
               ?
            
             
               Dos't
               think
               us
               fools
               ?
               dost
               think
               us
               Novices
               ?
            
             
               Dos't
               think
               we
               do
               not
               understand
               thy
               case
               ?
            
             
               Pray'to
               what
               purpose
               shouldst
               complain
               so
               sore
               ?
            
             
               Dos't
               think
               we
               never
               see
               such
               things
               before
               ?
            
             
               Then
               what
               dost
               mean
               by
               such
               a
               multitude
            
             
               Of
               
                 puling
                 words
              
               ?
               dost
               think
               we
               will
               conclude
               ,
            
             
               From
               all
               these
               fine
               expressions
               thou
               art
               just
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               believe
               thou'
               rt
               innocent
               ,
               on
               trust
               .
            
          
           
             
               Should
               men
               ,
               with
               silence
               ,
               hear
               thy
               precious
               lyes
               ?
               
            
             
               Or
               when
               thou
               dost
               make
               faces
               ,
               shut
               their
               eyes
               ?
            
             
               As
               if
               ,
               forsooth
               ,
               't
               were
               finful
               to
               behold
            
             
               Such
               a
               sad
               Object
               .
               —
               —
            
             
               Dost
               think
               but
               we
               all
               ,
               with
               compassion
               see
            
             
               Thy
               case
               ,
               although
               we
               cann't
               comply
               with
               thee
               ,
            
             
               In
               all
               thy
               doleful
               ,
               foolish
               exclamations
               ▪
            
             
               Nor
               second
               thee
               ,
               in
               thy
               expostulations
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               ,
               who
               so
               often
               hast
               thy
               Neighbours
               blam'd
            
             
               For
               such
               vain
               talk
               ,
               shouldst
               thou
               not
               be
               asham'd
            
             
               To
               prate
               so
               idly
               ?
               —
               —
            
          
           
             
               Shouldst
               thou
               not
               be
               asham'd
               thus
               to
               assert
               
            
             
               Thy
               uprightness
               ,
               when
               he
               who
               knows
               the
               heart
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               laugh
               at
               thee
               ,
               pray'
               with
               what
               impudence
            
             
               Dost
               thou
               upbraid
               us
               ,
               with
               thy
               innocence
               ?
            
             
               Thinkst
               thou
               that
               we
               believe
               that
               all
               is
               true
            
             
               Which
               now
               thou
               speaks't
               ?
               —
               no
               ,
               if
               thou
               hadst
               thy
               due
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               thy
               words
               ,
               were
               well
               considered
               ,
            
             
               
                 '
                 Stead
                 of
                 being
                 pitied
                 ,
                 shoulds't
                 be
                 punished
                 .
              
            
             
               Thou
               blameless
               in
               thy
               Life
               !
               thou
               innocent
               !
            
             
               Thou
               one
               ,
               of
               whom
               no
               man
               can
               make
               complaint
               !
            
             
               Thou
               in
               the
               sight
               of
               God
               ,
               upright
               ,
               and
               clear
               !
            
             
               Bless
               us
               !
               —
               what
               
                 foolish
                 arrogance
              
               is
               here
               !
            
             
               Was
               ever
               
                 wise
                 man
              
               in
               discourse
               so
               weak
               !
            
             
               Did
               ever
               man
               ,
               so
               like
               a
               
                 mad
                 man
              
               speak
               !
            
             
               Was
               e're
               such
               talking
               heard
               ?
               wouldst
               thou
               lay
               claim
            
             
               To
               what
               no
               Mortal
               can
               attain
               ?
               —
               for
               shame
               ,
            
             
               Forbear
               such
               words
               ,
               forbear
               this
               canting
               strain
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               thy
               Maker
               do
               no
               more
               complain
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               thy
               exclamations
               are
               in
               vain
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               since
               we
               cann't
               prevail
               with
               thee
               ,
               and
               since
               
            
             
               I
               see
               we
               are
               not
               able
               to
               convince
            
             
               The
               of
               thy
               Errors
               :
               O
               that
               he
               would
               speak
               ,
            
             
               Who
               fram'd
               the
               Tongue
               ,
               that
               
                 for
                 his
                 Justice
                 sake
              
               ,
            
             
               (
               Since
               what
               we
               argue
               ,
               is
               but
               lame
               ,
               and
               faint
               )
            
             
               Himself
               would
               please
               to
               take
               up
               th
               ▪
               argument
               :
            
             
               And
               lay
               thy
               sins
               before
               thee
               all
               a
               row
               ,
            
             
               That
               so
               we
               might
               ,
               by
               demonstration
               ,
               show
            
             
               How
               much
               thou'
               rt
               in
               the
               wrong
               ,
               and
               let
               thee
               see
            
             
               In
               short
               ,
               how
               like
               ,
               for
               all
               the
               world
               ,
               to
               thee
            
             
               The
               fool
               doth
               prate
               ,
               who
               when
               in
               humour
               cross't
               ,
            
             
               And
               overpower'd
               with
               judgements
               ,
               thinks
               
                 all
                 's
                 lost
              
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               O
               that
               our
               God
               himself
               would
               take
               in
               hand
               
            
             
               To
               answer
               thee
               ,
               and
               make
               thee
               understand
            
             
               Wisdom's
               true
               value
               ,
               which
               if
               thou
               didst
               know
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               wouldst
               not
               through
               impatience
               bluster
               so
               ,
            
             
               As
               now
               thou
               dost
               ,
               nor
               clamour
               at
               this
               rate
               ,
            
             
               For
               were
               thy
               punishment
               proportionat
            
             
               With
               thy
               foul
               sins
               ,
               as
               thou
               hast
               merited
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               shouldst
               indeed
               be
               doubly
               punished
               ;
            
             
               Know
               therefore
               that
               because
               of
               thy
               offence
            
             
               God
               hath
               forgot
               thee
               ,
               and
               will
               not
               from
               hence
            
             
               Acknowledge
               thee
               ,
               as
               he
               has
               done
               before
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               in
               his
               presence
               shall
               't
               appear
               no
               more
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               say
               now
               thou
               ,
               who
               dost
               to
               Wit
               lay
               claim
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               thy
               own
               Knowledge
               dost
               so
               much
               esteem
               :
            
             
               Thou
               ,
               who
               thy
               friends
               ,
               and
               neighbours
               fools
               do'st
               call
               ,
            
             
               And
               think'st
               thou
               knowest
               much
               more
               than
               we
               do
               all
               ,
            
             
               Vexing
               us
               with
               a
               pitiful
               relation
               ,
            
             
               Of
               all
               thy
               former
               Life
               ,
               and
               Conversation
               :
            
             
               With
               Tales
               of
               
                 thy
                 pretended
                 patience
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               formal
               Stories
               of
               thy
               Innocence
               .
            
             
               Cans't
               thou
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               conclude
               ,
               with
               all
               thy
               art
               ,
            
             
               
                 What
                 trulie
                 God
                 is
              
               ?
               cans't
               thou
               ,
               for
               thy
               heart
               ,
            
             
               Reduce
               thy
               Maker
               to
               his
               proper
               kind
               ?
            
             
               Or
               thy
               Creator
               in
               perfection
               find
               ?
            
             
               Say
               ,
               canst
               thou
               do
               this
               ?
               wilt
               thou
               take
               in
               hand
               ,
            
             
               To
               answer
               me
               the
               question
               I
               'l
               demand
               ?
            
          
           
             
               In
               the
               first
               place
               then
               ,
               I
               desire
               to
               know
               
            
             
               How
               high
               the
               Heavens
               are
               ?
               say
               now
               canst
               thou
               show
            
             
               What
               bounds
               that
               spacious
               Vault
               doth
               comprehend
               ?
            
             
               How
               far
               it
               doth
               from
               East
               to
               West
               extend
               ?
            
             
               On
               what
               foundations
               
                 the
                 proud
                 Pillars
              
               stand
               ,
            
             
               Which
               that
               vast
               arch
               support
               ?
               what
               mighty
               hand
            
             
               Did
               found
               them
               ?
               in
               each
               of
               'em
               how
               much
               space
            
             
               Doth
               lye
               betwixt
               the
               Chapter
               ,
               and
               the
               Base
               ?
            
             
               No
               't
               is
               in
               vain
               ,
               thou
               mayst
               thy
               labour
               spare
               ,
            
             
               Such
               things
               beyond
               thy
               scantling
               knowledge
               are
               .
            
             
               For
               ,
               as
               Heavens
               are
               immeasurably
               high
               ,
            
             
               So
               the
               Foundations
               of
               those
               Pillars
               lye
            
             
               Deeper
               then
               Hell
               it self
               :
               thou
               canst
               not
               reach
            
             
               Their
               true
               dimensions
               ,
               which
               no
               art
               can
               teach
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               can
               the
               same
               by
               Theorems
               express
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               your
               Artists
               do
               but
               faintly
               guess
            
             
               What
               really
               and
               truly
               these
               things
               are
               .
            
             
               For
               O
               how
               mean
               ,
               and
               low
               they
               do
               appear
            
             
               Demonstrat
               in
               a
               Map
               ,
               a
               Globe
               ,
               or
               Sphere
               ,
            
             
               By
               our
               vain
               plodding
               
                 Charlatans
                 of
                 Art
              
               ,
            
             
               Who
               cannot
               comprehend
               the
               smallest
               part
            
             
               Of
               the
               Creation
               ,
               and
               yet
               soar
               so
               high
               ,
            
             
               As
               nought
               below
               
                 th'
                 Empyrean
                 Canopy
              
               ,
            
             
               Can
               satisfie
               their
               curiosity
               .
            
          
           
             
               Nay
               even
               those
               ,
               who
               pretend
               by
               art
               to
               know
               
            
             
               The
               measure
               of
               the
               Heavens
               ,
               and
               boldly
               show
            
             
               Their
               Longitude
               by
               
                 Lines
                 imaginary
              
               ,
            
             
             
               Even
               those
               same
               fools
               in
               their
               opinions
               vary
               ,
            
             
               And
               cann't
               agree
               what
               bounds
               they
               should
               allow
            
             
               For
               that
               capacious
               Fabrick
               :
               far
               less
               thou
               ,
            
             
               Void
               of
               all
               art
               ,
               canst
               make
               us
               understand
            
             
               How
               far
               that
               Powerful
               ,
               All-creating
               Hand
               ,
            
             
               The
               wings
               of
               Heaven
               beyond
               the
               Earth
               has
               spread
               ,
            
             
               How
               much
               ,
               in
               breadth
               they
               do
               the
               Seas
               exceed
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               ,
               if
               our
               God
               at
               any
               time
               intend
               
            
             
               To
               pull
               down
               all
               this
               Pile
               ,
               and
               make
               an
               end
            
             
               Of
               what
               ,
               with
               admiration
               ,
               we
               behold
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               esteem
               ,
               its
               worth
               cannot
               be
               told
               ▪
            
             
               If
               God
               intend
               to
               cut
               the
               Heavens
               assunder
               ,
            
             
               And
               blast
               the
               
                 universal
                 Globe
              
               with
               Thunder
               ,
            
             
               Pray
               who
               can
               stop
               him
               ?
               who
               can
               turn
               him
               back
               ?
            
             
               Or
               to
               desist
               from
               his
               intentions
               make
               ?
            
          
           
             
               If
               once
               he
               thus
               intend
               ,
               he
               'l
               surely
               do
               it
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               see
               what
               any
               Mortal
               dares
               say
               to
               it
               .
            
             
               For
               O
               he
               knows
               vain
               men
               ,
               he
               knows
               us
               all
            
             
               Full
               well
               ,
               and
               what
               we
               
                 Wit
                 ,
                 and
                 Parts
              
               do
               call
               ,
            
             
               He
               names
               
                 meer
                 folly
              
               ,
               and
               can
               clearly
               show
            
             
               
                 The
                 wisest
                 man
                 on
                 Earth
                 doth
                 nothing
                 know
                 .
              
            
             
               He
               knows
               our
               private
               Cabin-thoughts
               full
               well
               ,
            
             
               In
               vain
               from
               him
               our
               sins
               we
               do
               conceal
               ,
            
             
               He
               knows
               them
               all
               :
               no
               
                 winged
                 thought
              
               can
               flye
            
             
               From
               Pole
               to
               Pole
               so
               soon
               ,
               but
               instantly
            
             
               Our
               God
               discovers
               from
               whose
               Breast
               it
               came
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               in
               that
               instant
               ,
               can
               
                 its
                 owner
              
               name
               .
            
             
               He
               sits
               in
               all
               the
               
                 Councils
                 of
                 the
                 Heart
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               undiscovered
               ,
               laughs
               at
               all
               our
               Art
               ,
            
             
               By
               which
               we
               mannage
               every
               
                 close
                 design
              
               ,
            
             
               So
               covertly
               ,
               as
               those
               ,
               who
               dig
               a
               Mine
               ,
            
             
               Unseen
               by
               any
               ,
               yet
               he
               plainly
               sees
            
             
               What
               we
               intend
               by
               all
               such
               thoughts
               as
               these
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               would
               vain
               man
               fain
               be
               esteemed
               wise
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               think
               each
               one
               injures
               him
               ,
               who
               denys
            
             
               To
               him
               ,
               
                 that
                 goodlie
                 Epithet
              
               ,
               although
            
             
               
                 This
                 self
                 conceited
                 fool
                 doth
                 nothing
                 know
                 :
              
            
             
               Stupid
               ,
               insipid
               ,
               ignorant
               ,
               and
               dull
               ,
            
             
               Rude
               ,
               as
               a
               Boobie
               ,
               of
               a
               thick
               ,
               hard
               scull
            
             
               Is
               this
               same
               man
               at
               best
               ,
               a
               very
               brute
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               while
               refin'd
               by
               art
               ,
               without
               dispute
               ,
            
             
               Like
               a
               
                 wild
                 Asses
                 Colt
              
               ;
               so
               dull
               a
               Creature
            
             
               As
               he
               appears
               no
               more
               oblig'd
               to
               Nature
               ,
            
             
               Then
               rugged
               Flints
               ,
               untill
               by
               Artists
               hand
            
             
               Polish'd
               ,
               and
               cut
               .
               —
            
          
           
             
               But
               after
               all
               ,
               though
               mankind
               in
               hIs
               eyes
               
            
             
               Be
               of
               no
               value
               ,
               yet
               he
               still
               will
               prize
            
             
               Religious
               thoughts
               ,
               and
               quickly
               understand
            
             
               True
               sighs
               ,
               and
               
                 pious
                 motions
                 of
                 the
                 hand
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               evil
               from
               thy
               heart
               thou'lt
               banish
               far
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               against
               fin
               declare
               a
               
                 formal
                 War
              
               ;
            
             
               If
               thou
               ,
               in
               thy
               own
               house
               ,
               as
               Judge
               wilt
               sit
               ,
            
             
               Acting
               ,
               in
               all
               things
               what
               is
               just
               ,
               and
               fit
               ,
            
             
               Suff'ring
               no
               Crime
               within
               thy
               walls
               to
               sleep
               ,
            
             
             
               But
               ,
               in
               a
               most
               assiduous
               method
               ,
               keep
            
             
               Strict
               watch
               upon
               thy
               actions
               ,
               and
               practise
            
             
               Good
               things
               ,
               and
               use
               
                 Religious
                 exercise
              
               .
            
             
               When
               thou
               art
               private
               with
               thy
               Family
               ,
            
             
               As
               an
               instructer
               in
               true
               Piety
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               shalt
               thou
               glory
               in
               thy
               Innocence
               .
               
            
             
               And
               ,
               in
               thy
               well
               
                 Reformed
                 Conscience
              
               ,
            
             
               Enjoy
               a
               sweet
               ,
               serene
               tranquility
               ,
            
             
               Beyond
               the
               reach
               of
               Malice
               ,
               and
               envy
               .
            
             
               Then
               ,
               without
               stain
               thou
               shalt
               hold
               up
               thy
               face
               ,
            
             
               In
               brisque
               defyance
               of
               the
               
                 Worlds
                 disgrace
              
               ,
            
             
               In
               resolutions
               fix'd
               thou
               shalt
               appear
               ,
            
             
               Above
               all
               the
               impressions
               of
               fear
               .
            
          
           
             
               Shalt
               end
               thy
               days
               in
               calm
               prosperity
               ,
               
            
             
               Forgetting
               all
               thy
               former
               misery
               :
            
             
               And
               shalt
               remember
               on
               thy
               woes
               ,
               at
               last
               ,
            
             
               As
               men
               remember
               dreams
               when
               they
               are
               past
               .
            
             
               Or
               ,
               as
               when
               water
               streams
               passe
               quickly
               by
               ,
            
             
               They
               'r
               no
               more
               notic'd
               by
               the
               Travellers
               eye
               :
            
             
               So
               shall
               thy
               troubles
               be
               at
               length
               ,
               forgot
               ,
            
             
               Obliterat
               ,
               extinguish'd
               ,
               dash'd
               ,
               what
               not
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Then
               shal't
               th'
               appear
               more
               flourishing
               ,
               and
               gay
               ,
               
            
             
               Than
               doth
               the
               Sun
               at
               Noon-tide
               of
               the
               day
               :
            
             
               Or
               ,
               as
               he
               from
               his
               
                 Morning
                 Couch
              
               doth
               rise
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               
                 his
                 sweet
                 Carnation-blushes
              
               ,
               dies
            
             
               The
               Mountain-tops
               ,
               so
               then
               thou
               shalt
               appear
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               like
               him
               ,
               shine
               most
               beautiful
               ,
               and
               clear
               .
            
          
           
             
               Founded
               in
               hope
               ,
               thou
               shalt
               ,
               with
               confidence
               ,
               
            
             
               Boldly
               rely
               upon
               thy
               Innocence
               :
            
             
               Enjoy
               the
               good
               things
               of'the
               Earth
               ,
               in
               store
               ,
            
             
               And
               shalt
               know
               want
               ,
               and
               penury
               no
               more
               .
            
             
               Thou
               shalt
               ,
               with
               safety
               ,
               Furrow
               up
               the
               Ground
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               where
               Earths
               hidden
               Treasures
               can
               be
               found
               ,
            
             
               Securely
               dig
               ,
               and
               reap
               those
               goodly
               things
               ,
            
             
               Which
               here
               beget
               us
               Emperours
               ,
               and
               Kings
               ,
            
             
               Nay
               thou
               shalt
               with
               thy
               Riches
               have
               more
               peace
               ,
            
             
               And
               sleep
               more
               soundly
               ,
               than
               the
               
                 best
                 of
                 these
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               in
               profound
               tranquility
               of
               mind
               ,
               
            
             
               Thou
               shalt
               great
               ease
               ,
               and
               satisfaction
               find
               :
            
             
               With
               soft
               ,
               
                 domestict
                 peace
              
               thou
               shalt
               be
               bles't
               ,
            
             
               No
               rude
               allarum
               shall
               disturb
               thy
               rest
               .
            
             
               Thy
               
                 proud
                 Relations
              
               shall
               not
               thee
               despise
               ,
            
             
               But
               ,
               maugre
               all
               their
               envy
               ,
               thou
               stalt
               rise
            
             
               
                 In
                 wealth
                 ,
                 and
                 reputation
              
               ,
               and
               encrease
            
             
               In
               all
               
                 the
                 goodly
                 perquisits
                 of
                 peace
              
               .
            
             
               For
               ,
               stead
               of
               cursing
               ,
               with
               uplifted
               hands
               ,
            
             
               They
               shall
               present
               thee
               with
               their
               mean
               demands
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               with
               sad
               groanings
               ,
               and
               submission
               plead
            
             
               The
               favour
               of
               some
               petty
               Loaves
               of
               bread
               ,
            
             
               T'
               allay
               the
               Famine
               ,
               and
               compesce
               the
               cryes
            
             
               Of
               their
               decaying
               ,
               half-starv'd
               Families
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               such
               as
               in
               their
               ●ins
               do
               persevere
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               with
               
                 high
                 lifted
                 hands
              
               do
               boldly
               Err
               :
            
             
               Such
               ,
               as
               on
               wrath
               ,
               and
               malice
               are
               intent
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               have
               no
               Inclination
               to
               repent
            
             
               God
               shall
               destroy
               :
               all
               their
               fair
               hopes
               shall
               fail
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               shall
               their
               Death-bed-tears
               with
               him
               prevail
               .
            
             
               He
               with
               great
               justice
               ,
               shall
               reject
               their
               Suit
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               when
               they
               are
               accus'd
               ,
               they
               shall
               be
               mute
               .
            
             
               Sorrow
               of
               mind
               ,
               anxiety
               ,
               and
               care
               ,
            
             
               Black
               Horrour
               ,
               sad
               Remembrance
               ,
               and
               Despair
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               be
               with
               
                 those
                 poor
                 men
              
               familiar
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Cap.
             XII
             .
          
           
             
               WIth
               pious
               silence
               Job
               had
               all
               this
               time
               
            
             
               Heard
               Zophar
               shreudly
               aggravat
               his
               crime
               :
            
             
               Made
               to
               his
               talk
               no
               interruption
               ,
            
             
               As
               many
               ,
               in
               his
               case
               ,
               would
               sure
               ha'
               done
               ,
            
             
               But
               ,
               so
               soon
               as
               his
               friend
               an
               end
               had
               made
               ,
            
             
               To
               his
               discourse
               he
               only
               answered
               .
            
          
           
             
               Indeed
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               I
               see
               you
               are
               so
               wise
               
            
             
               'T
               is
               to
               be
               fear'd
               ,
               
                 with
                 you
                 all
                 Wisdom
                 dies
              
               .
            
             
               You
               feel
               no
               pains
               ,
               and
               torments
               ,
               as
               I
               do
               ,
            
             
               And
               therefore
               think
               all
               my
               Expressions
               now
            
             
               Are
               but
               like
               School-boyes
               whinings
               ,
               when
               chastis'd
            
             
               For
               their
               own
               good
               :
               for
               such
               indeed
               you
               're
               pleas'd
            
             
               T'
               esteem
               my
               carriage
               .
            
             
               You
               who
               have
               never
               yet
               affliction
               known
               ,
            
             
               On
               whose
               foft
               faces
               no
               rude
               wind
               has
               blown
               :
            
             
               Have
               ne'r
               known
               sorrow
               ,
               or
               the
               use
               of
               tears
               ,
            
             
               But
               smilingly
               enjoy'd
               your
               peaceful
               years
               ;
            
             
               'T
               is
               easy
               for
               you
               ,
               in
               such
               words
               as
               these
            
             
               T'
               accuse
               th'
               afflicted
               of
               what
               crimes
               you
               please
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               after
               all
               this
               Torrent
               of
               Discourse
               ,
               
            
             
               Sure
               you
               imagine
               that
               by
               very
               force
            
             
               Of
               reason
               ,
               you
               've
               oblig'd
               me
               to
               confess
            
             
               That
               I
               'm
               now
               punish'd
               for
               my
               wickedness
               .
            
             
               You
               think
               you
               have
               my
               case
               so
               opened
               ,
            
             
               In
               arguments
               not
               to
               be
               answered
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               ensnar'd
               me
               by
               your
               Art
               ,
               and
               Skill
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               a
               Fool
               ,
               a
               Mad-man
               ,
               what
               you
               will
               ,
            
             
               Must
               as
               a
               man
               found
               guilty
               hold
               my
               peace
               ,
            
             
               And
               hear
               my
               Sentence
               read
               upon
               my
               knees
               .
            
             
               But
               seriously
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               I
               'd
               have
               you
               know
            
             
               You
               're
               much
               deceiv'd
               ,
               if
               you
               imagine
               so
               :
            
             
               I
               know
               no
               difference
               betwixt
               you
               ,
               and
               me
            
             
               In
               any
               thing
               ,
               but
               what
               you
               all
               do
               see
               ,
            
             
               
                 My
                 sad
                 affliction
              
               .
            
             
               I
               'm
               scandalously
               poor
               ,
               I
               must
               confess
               ,
            
             
               But
               I
               was
               never
               tax'd
               with
               foolishness
               :
            
             
               For
               follow
               your
               discourse
               ,
               and
               you
               shall
               find
               ,
            
             
               Although
               I
               cannot
               so
               express
               my
               mind
               ,
            
             
               As
               you
               do
               in
               your
               Flowres
               of
               Eloquence
               ,
            
             
             
               Yet
               truly
               I
               lack
               neither
               Wit
               ,
               nor
               Sense
               ,
            
             
               Memory
               ,
               Judgment
               ,
               or
               what
               Parts
               you
               call
               ,
            
             
               And
               understand
               as
               much
               ,
               as
               you
               do
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
               Whence
               this
               insulting
               then
               ?
               pray
               to
               what
               end
               
            
             
               Do
               all
               your
               vain
               Expostulations
               tend
               ?
            
             
               Whence
               all
               these
               Accusations
               ?
               alace
            
             
               D'
               ye
               mean
               to
               mock
               me
               in
               my
               very
               face
               ?
            
             
               Because
               God
               ,
               in
               his
               mercy
               ,
               grants
               you
               all
               ,
            
             
               Your
               hearts
               desire
               ,
               aud
               hears
               you
               ,
               when
               you
               call
               ,
            
             
               Therefore
               a
               man
               afflicted
               ,
               and
               opprest
            
             
               Must
               be
               the
               subject
               of
               your
               
                 unkind
                 jest
              
               .
            
             
               You
               think
               perhaps
               that
               God
               doth
               favour
               none
               ,
            
             
               Or
               has
               respect
               ,
               but
               for
               your selves
               alone
               ;
            
             
               Because
               you
               're
               rich
               ,
               because
               you
               never
               yet
            
             
               Have
               known
               the
               pangs
               of
               a
               distress'd
               Estate
               .
            
             
               Hence
               ,
               (
               though
               upright
               ,
               and
               just
               )
               the
               poor
               with
               you
            
             
               Have
               no
               esteem
               ;
               to
               such
               you
               don't
               allow
            
             
               The
               Character
               of
               
                 simple
                 Innocence
              
               ,
            
             
               But
               laugh
               at
               all
               such
               ,
               with
               
                 great
                 Insolence
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               O
               how
               meanly
               you
               
                 Rich
                 Men
              
               do
               prize
               
            
             
               The
               Poor
               ,
               though
               Pious
               ,
               Virteous
               ,
               Learn'd
               ,
               and
               Wi.
            
             
               Yes
               
                 you
                 on
                 Riches
                 only
                 set
                 your
                 hearts
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 weigh
                 men
                 by
                 their
                 Mony
                 ,
                 not
                 their
                 Parts
                 .
              
            
             
               Hence
               I
               've
               observ'd
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               that
               such
               as
               you
            
             
               Do
               undervalue
               .
               and
               (
               I
               know
               not
               how
               )
            
             
               As
               on
               a
               Lamp
               ,
               or
               Link
               extinguished
               ,
            
             
               On
               all
               ,
               
                 that
                 are
                 not
                 rich
              
               ,
               you
               proudly
               tread
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               what
               needs
               more
               :
               —
               t
               is
               so
               ,
               and
               still
               will
               be
               ,
               
            
             
               For
               wicked
               persons
               do
               encrease
               we
               see
               ,
            
             
               And
               men
               of
               unjust
               Principles
               do
               rise
            
             
               In
               Wealth
               ,
               and
               Power
               ,
               erecting
               Families
            
             
               Upon
               the
               Ruines
               of
               the
               Just
               ,
               and
               those
            
             
               Who
               understand
               no
               Piety
               (
               God
               knows
               )
            
             
               Do
               live
               in
               safety
               :
               with
               his
               bounteous
               hand
               ,
            
             
               God
               doth
               enrich
               them
               ,
               and
               they
               fill
               the
               land
               .
            
             
               Why
               this
               to
               me
               is
               no
               strange
               thing
               ,
               I
               knew
            
             
               How
               God
               did
               rule
               the
               World
               as
               well
               as
               you
               .
            
          
           
             
               Nay
               who
               's
               so
               stupid
               ,
               who
               so
               void
               of
               sense
               
            
             
               As
               doth
               not
               understand
               how
               Providence
            
             
               
                 Earths
                 Governor
                 ,
                 chief
                 Minister
                 of
                 state
              
            
             
               
                 To
                 our
                 Great
                 God
              
               ,
               doth
               all
               things
               regulate
            
             
               Below
               the
               Sun
               ,
               allowing
               t'
               every
               Creature
            
             
               Its
               Shape
               ,
               its
               Substance
               ,
               Virtue
               ,
               Food
               ,
               and
               Nature
               .
            
             
               For
               ask
               the
               Beasts
               that
               toil
               for
               daily
               fare
               ,
            
             
               On
               Earth
               ,
               and
               those
               ,
               who
               in
               the
               open
               Air
            
             
               Keep
               constant
               Commerce
               ,
               and
               they
               'll
               plainly
               tell
            
             
               What
               you
               have
               lately
               preach'd
               to
               me
               ,
               as
               well
            
             
               As
               any
               of
               you
               all
               ;
               
                 they
                 'll
                 fully
                 show
              
            
             
               
                 How
                 much
                 all
                 Creatures
                 to
                 their
                 Maker
                 owe.
                 
              
            
          
           
             
               Or
               speak
               to
               th'
               Earth
               ,
               and
               it
               will
               soon
               proclaim
               
            
             
               The
               Power
               of
               God
               ,
               and
               
                 his
                 most
                 Glorious
                 Name
              
               ,
            
             
               Nay
               very
               insects
               ,
               things
               so
               despicable
            
             
               As
               some
               o'th'learned
               hold
               it
               questionable
            
             
             
               Whether
               they
               be
               of
               primitive
               Creation
               ,
            
             
               Or
               meerly
               
                 by
                 equivocque
                 Generation
              
               ,
            
             
               Begot
               on
               
                 putrid
                 matter
              
               by
               the
               Sun
               ,
            
             
               When
               through
               the
               
                 hot
                 Signs
              
               he
               his
               course
               doth
               run
               .
            
             
               Or
               speak
               to
               the
               Fishes
               ,
               who
               do
               every
               day
               ,
            
             
               Amidst
               the
               rude
               waves
               ,
               unconcern'dly
               play
               ,
            
             
               All
               these
               will
               clearly
               speak
               how
               deep
               a
               sense
               ,
            
             
               They
               have
               o'th'gracious
               power
               of
               Providence
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               to
               what
               purpose
               all
               your
               talk
               ?
               pray
               why
               
            
             
               Should
               you
               obtrude
               
                 your
                 mean
                 Philosophy
              
            
             
               Upon
               your
               friend
               ?
               alace
               I
               'd
               have
               you
               know
            
             
               Your
               wisdom's
               common
               to
               all
               here
               below
               .
            
             
               Why
               so
               dogmatick
               ,
               when
               you
               only
               preach
               ,
            
             
               What
               the
               Creation
               every
               hour
               doth
               teach
               ?
            
             
               Must
               we
               esteem
               you
               wise
               ,
               because
               that
               you
            
             
               Know
               as
               much
               as
               the
               Brutal
               Creatures
               do
               ?
            
             
               Or
               shall
               we
               think
               that
               you
               deserve
               esteem
               ,
            
             
               Because
               you
               can
               descantupon
               a
               Theme
               ,
            
             
               Well
               known
               to
               all
               men
               ?
               for
               who
               's
               ignorant
            
             
               Of
               what
               you
               speak
               ?
               though
               you
               do
               proudly
               vaunt
               ,
            
             
               You
               are
               the
               only
               knowing
               men
               ,
               alace
               ,
            
             
               How
               much
               do
               I
               commiserate
               your
               case
               .
            
             
               
                 For
                 ah
                 ,
                 who
                 knows
                 not
                 how
                 Gods
                 mighty
                 hand
              
            
             
               
                 Hath
                 all
                 things
                 fram'd
                 in
                 Heavens
                 ,
                 Air
                 ,
                 Sea
                 ,
                 and
                 Land.
                 
              
            
          
           
             
               
                 That
                 mighty
                 hand
              
               ,
               that
               hand
               ,
               which
               doth
               contain
               
            
             
               The
               precious
               Soul
               of
               every
               living
               man
               :
            
             
               
                 That
                 hand
              
               ,
               which
               grasps
               at
               once
               both
               Life
               ,
               and
               Death
               ,
            
             
               
                 That
                 hand
              
               ,
               which
               stops
               ,
               and
               le
               ts
               out
               every
               Breath
               :
            
             
               
                 That
                 mighty
                 hand
              
               we
               know
               hath
               formed
               all
               ,
            
             
               Without
               the
               help
               
                 of
                 what
                 you
                 wisdom
                 call
              
               .
            
             
               
                 That
                 powerful
                 hand
              
               ,
               that
               right
               hand
               ,
               which
               alone
            
             
               Acts
               by
               true
               wisdom
               ,
               is
               most
               surely
               known
               ,
            
             
               Beyond
               what
               all
               your
               wisdom
               can
               rehearse
               ,
            
             
               To
               be
               
                 the
                 Author
                 of
                 the
                 Universe
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               lets
               observe
               but
               ,
               who
               did
               frame
               the
               Ear
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               for
               what
               use
               :
               why
               it
               will
               soon
               appear
               ,
            
             
               If
               once
               we
               speak
               :
               for
               then
               articulate
               ,
            
             
               And
               distinct
               words
               entring
               that
               narrow
               Gate
               ;
            
             
               Through
               the
               Ears
               winding
               Turnpikes
               progress
               make
               ,
            
             
               And
               are
               conducted
               to
               the
               Intellect
               ,
            
             
               In
               decent
               order
               ,
               have
               quick
               audience
               ,
            
             
               And
               from
               
                 the
                 council
                 of
                 the
                 common
                 Sense
                 ,
              
            
             
               As
               quick
               returns
               :
               for
               words
               are
               instantly
            
             
               Dispatch'd
               in
               answer
               :
               twinkling
               of
               an
               eye
               ,
            
             
               Th'
               earsof
               both
               speakers
               do
               these
               words
               convey
               ,
            
             
               T'
               each
               others
               judgements
               i'th'same
               form
               ,
               and
               way
               .
            
             
               Let
               us
               observe
               then
               ,
               how
               
                 this
                 useful
                 sense
              
               ,
            
             
               By
               special
               licence
               from
               high
               providence
               ,
            
             
               Enjoys
               its
               place
               ,
               and
               faculty
               ,
               nor
               are
            
             
               Those
               many
               towrs
               ,
               and
               windings
               in
               the
               ear
               ,
            
             
               There
               to
               no
               purpose
               ,
               since
               experience
            
             
               Demonstrats
               every
               day
               their
               excellence
               .
            
             
               For
               ,
               as
               we
               see
               in
               Princes
               Pallaces
               ,
            
             
               How
               all
               the
               avenues
               ,
               and
               passages
            
             
             
               Are
               strictly
               guarded
               ,
               to
               oppose
               the
               rude
            
             
               Tumultuous
               entries
               of
               the
               Multitude
               :
            
             
               Whilst
               civil
               persons
               ,
               who
               have
               business
               ,
            
             
               Pass
               through
               the
               Guards
               ,
               and
               dayly
               make
               address
            
             
               To
               th'
               Princes
               ear
               :
               so
               
                 all
                 the
                 Guarde
                 o'
                 th'
                 brain
              
            
             
               To
               civil
               courteous
               words
               do
               make
               a
               Lane
               ,
            
             
               Which
               passing
               forward
               to
               the
               Intellect
               ,
            
             
               Are
               there
               receiv'd
               with
               kindness
               ,
               and
               respect
               .
            
             
               But
               ,
               if
               in
               throngs
               ,
               and
               with
               a
               hideous
               shout
               ,
            
             
               They
               chance
               to
               make
               approach
               ,
               to
               keep
               such
               out
               ,
            
             
               The
               
                 Drum
                 o'
                 th'
                 Ear
              
               doth
               quickly
               beat
               
                 to
                 Arms
              
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               by
               the
               frequent
               use
               of
               such
               allarms
               ,
            
             
               Those
               Guards
               are
               oft-times
               overcome
               ,
               and
               thence
            
             
               Men
               lose
               the
               use
               of
               that
               most
               useful
               sense
               .
            
             
               
                 That
                 useful
                 sense
              
               ,
               to
               which
               indeed
               we
               owe
               ,
            
             
               The
               greatest
               part
               of
               what
               we
               learn
               ,
               or
               know
               ,
            
             
               So
               that
               were
               't
               even
               but
               in
               that
               
                 curious
                 sense
              
               ,
            
             
               We
               may
               admire
               the
               work
               of
               Providence
               .
            
             
               Observe
               the
               Mouth
               too
               ,
               how
               it
               tastes
               the
               Meat
               ,
            
             
               To
               try
               if
               it
               be
               wholesome
               ,
               sowr
               ,
               or
               sweet
               ,
            
             
               Ere
               to
               the
               Stomach
               ,
               whether
               it
               doth
               tend
               ,
            
             
               It
               can
               have
               access
               ,
               that
               it
               may
               defend
               ,
            
             
               The
               Body
               from
               all
               Food
               ,
               that
               's
               destructive
               ,
            
             
               To
               health
               ,
               and
               make
               its
               charge
               securely
               live
               .
            
             
               Now
               from
               
                 such
                 topicks
              
               ,
               though
               there
               were
               no
               moe
               ,
            
             
               Who
               may
               not
               soon
               ,
               th'
               Almighties
               Glory
               know
               ?
            
             
               Forbear
               then
               all
               your
               arguing
               ,
               pray
               forbear
            
             
               And
               let
               's
               no
               more
               of
               your
               vain
               Lectures
               hear
            
             
               Upon
               this
               subject
               ,
               since
               no
               art
               can
               show
            
             
               The
               full
               extent
               of
               what
               we
               only
               know
               ,
            
             
               From
               such
               external
               signs
               ,
               for
               what
               indeed
            
             
               The
               Power
               of
               God
               is
               ,
               whence
               all
               things
               proceed
               ,
            
             
               Which
               here
               we
               see
               :
               how
               things
               are
               regulate
            
             
               In
               Heavens
               ,
               and
               Earth
               :
               how
               he
               did
               Fabricate
            
             
               This
               vast
               stupendious
               Globe
               ,
               which
               still
               the
               more
            
             
               We
               view
               ,
               the
               more
               the
               Framer
               we
               adore
            
             
               Is
               what
               exceeds
               our
               reach
               .
            
          
           
             
               'T
               is
               true
               indeed
               ,
               (
               and
               I
               do
               not
               deny
               )
               
            
             
               But
               even
               on
               this
               side
               of
               Mortality
               ,
            
             
               There
               is
               
                 a
                 wisdom
              
               ,
               which
               one
               may
               attain
            
             
               By
               serious
               thoughts
               ,
               and
               labour
               of
               the
               Brain
               ,
            
             
               There
               is
               a
               thing
               I
               know
               ,
               which
               in
               some
               sense
            
             
               May
               be
               thought
               wisdom
               ,
               call'd
               experience
               ,
            
             
               Which
               mongst
               ag'd
               persons
               keeps
               its
               Residence
               .
            
             
               Seldom
               in
               other
               company
               we
               see
            
             
               
                 This
                 grave
                 Instructer
              
               ,
               whom
               I
               take
               to
               be
            
             
               A
               thing
               made
               up
               of
               many
               passages
            
             
               Of
               foolish
               Life
               ,
               by
               which
               it
               seems
               to
               guess
            
             
               At
               future
               Events
               ,
               and
               would
               wisely
               cast
            
             
               By
               th'vanity
               of
               things
               already
               past
               ,
            
             
               The
               issues
               of
               new
               Counsels
               ,
               but
               alace
               ,
            
             
               When
               we
               perceive
               how
               still
               new
               passages
            
             
               Occur
               ,
               which
               we
               have
               never
               known
               before
               ,
            
             
               Then
               we
               admire
               ,
               and
               can
               presage
               no
               more
               .
            
             
             
               And
               then
               ,
               when
               we
               reflect
               what
               vast
               Expence
            
             
               Acquaintance
               with
               this
               same
               Experience
            
             
               Doth
               cost
               '
               us
               daily
               ,
               and
               how
               ,
               ere
               we
               can
            
             
               Improve
               to
               its
               full
               height
               
                 the
                 wit
                 of
                 man
              
               ,
            
             
               The
               life
               of
               man
               runs
               out
               :
               who
               'd
               not
               assert
            
             
               
                 That
                 all
                 the
                 knowledge
                 ,
                 all
                 the
                 wit
                 ,
                 the
                 art
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 all
                 the
                 cunning
                 ,
                 which
                 we
                 can
                 attain
              
            
             
               
                 Below
                 the
                 Heavens
                 is
                 absolutely
                 vain
                 .
              
            
             
               Vain
               ,
               and
               inconstant
               ,
               frail
               ,
               and
               perishing
            
             
               A
               very
               inconsiderable
               thing
               ,
            
             
               Not
               worth
               our
               pains
               to
               know
               :
               for
               don't
               we
               see
            
             
               Mongst
               all
               alive
               on
               earth
               how
               few
               there
               be
            
             
               Can
               teach
               us
               ,
               which
               obliges
               us
               to
               crave
            
             
               Instructions
               from
               the
               Records
               of
               the
               Grave
               ,
            
             
               Their
               sayings
               we
               esteem
               ,
               their
               Works
               we
               read
               ,
            
             
               And
               borrow
               all
               our
               Knowledge
               from
               the
               Dead
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               O
               how
               mean
               ,
               how
               poor
               ,
               and
               despicable
               
            
             
               This
               Wisdom
               looks
               !
               how
               like
               a
               very
               bable
               !
            
             
               A
               thing
               of
               no
               esteem
               ,
               compar'd
               with
               that
               ,
            
             
               
                 Which
                 did
                 this
                 Glorious
                 Universe
                 creat
                 !
              
            
             
               That
               ,
               —
               that
               's
               true
               Wisdom
               !
               that
               —
               O
               that
               indeed
            
             
               Doth
               all
               your
               Human
               Wisdom
               far
               exceed
               .
            
             
               
                 For
                 with
                 our
                 God
                 ,
                 Wisdom
                 ,
                 and
                 Strength
                 doth
                 dwell
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 In
                 understanding
                 he
                 doth
                 ail
                 excel
                 .
              
            
             
               No
               more
               than
               of
               that
               thing
               you
               Wisdom
               call
               ,
            
             
               Here
               's
               Wisdom
               that
               gives
               silence
               to
               you
               all
               .
            
             
               A
               Divine
               Wisdom
               ,
               which
               no
               art
               can
               teach
               !
            
             
               A
               perfect
               Wisdom
               ,
               far
               above
               our
               reach
               !
            
             
               A
               Wisdom
               infinit
               !
               incomparable
               !
            
             
               Vastly
               profound
               !
               simply
               inimitable
               ,
            
             
               By
               us
               poor
               Mortals
               !
               
                 O
                 the
                 Excellence
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 this
                 eternal
                 pure
                 intelligence
              
               !
            
             
               This
               uncreated
               Wisdom
               !
               this
               so
               fair
               ,
            
             
               Unspotted
               Knowledge
               !
               this
               so
               singular
            
             
               And
               precious
               Wisdom
               !
               this
               so
               eminent
            
             
               And
               
                 glorious
                 Prescience
              
               ,
               which
               did
               all
               invent
            
             
               This
               solid
               Understanding
               !
               this
               so
               clear
               ,
            
             
               And
               pointed
               Wisdom
               ,
               which
               should
               only
               bear
            
             
               The
               name
               of
               Wisdom
               !
               this
               doth
               plainly
               show
            
             
               We
               have
               no
               Wisdom
               ,
               we
               do
               nothing
               know
               :
            
             
               But
               all
               the
               Wisdom
               we
               can
               here
               attain
               ,
            
             
               Is
               (
               without
               question
               )
               evident
               ,
               and
               plain
            
             
               (
               Though
               on
               it
               we
               bestow
               a
               goodly
               name
               )
            
             
               But
               like
               the
               sparks
               ,
               that
               issue
               from
               the
               flame
               .
            
             
               Or
               as
               we
               see
               
                 in
                 a
                 contracted
                 Ray
              
            
             
               O'th'Sun
               how
               Atoms
               wantonly
               do
               play
               ,
            
             
               Which
               were
               but
               ●ust
               ,
               while
               by
               that
               glorious
               Beam
            
             
               Rais'd
               from
               the
               Dung-hill
               :
               then
               to
               men
               they
               seem
            
             
               To
               be
               some
               things
               of
               moment
               ,
               and
               become
            
             
               The
               subject
               of
               
                 grave
                 arguing
              
               to
               some
            
             
               More
               curious
               Brains
               ;
               as
               they
               're
               of
               admiration
            
             
               To
               duller
               judgments
               ;
               and
               of
               meditation
            
             
               To
               pious
               Breasts
               :
               yet
               let
               the
               Sun
               recall
            
             
               
                 His
                 Animating
                 Ray
              
               ,
               and
               after
               all
            
             
             
               Those
               things
               appear
               but
               transient
               ,
               and
               vain
               ,
            
             
               And
               soon
               incorporat
               with
               the
               dust
               again
               .
            
             
               Just
               so
               all
               
                 Humane
                 Knowledge
              
               animat
            
             
               By
               wisdom
               from
               above
               we
               estimat
            
             
               For
               some
               small
               time
               ,
               so
               long
               as
               so
               inspir'd
               ,
            
             
               But
               when
               the
               Divine
               Rayes
               are
               once
               retir'd
               ,
            
             
               Then
               we
               perceive
               what
               we
               did
               late
               esteem
            
             
               Was
               but
               a
               Shadow
               ,
               or
               an
               empty
               Dream
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               the
               great
               Power
               of
               God!
               who
               can
               express
               
            
             
               His
               admirable
               Strength
               !
               we
               must
               confess
            
             
               'T
               is
               he
               alone
               that
               rules
               ,
               't
               is
               he
               alone
            
             
               That
               orders
               all
               ,
               accountable
               to
               none
               .
            
             
               'T
               is
               he
               that
               builds
               ,
               't
               is
               only
               he
               erects
            
             
               
                 Kingdoms
                 and
                 States
              
               ;
               't
               is
               he
               alone
               protects
            
             
               These
               in
               their
               beeing
               ;
               he
               alone
               beats
               down
            
             
               
                 Those
                 powerful
                 Corporations
              
               ,
               assoon
            
             
               As
               he
               thinks
               fit
               :
               he
               overturns
               them
               all
               ;
            
             
               At
               his
               command
               to
               Anarchy
               they
               fall
               .
            
             
               Those
               glistering
               things
               ,
               which
               we
               adore
               by
               names
            
             
               
                 Of
                 Scepters
                 ,
                 Robes
                 ,
                 Swords
                 ,
                 Balls
                 ,
                 and
                 Diadems
                 ,
              
            
             
               He
               breaks
               to
               pieces
               with
               his
               mighty
               hand
               ,
            
             
               To
               let
               the'
               admiring
               world
               understand
            
             
               
                 'T
                 is
                 he
                 alone
                 ,
                 by
                 whom
                 all
                 Princes
                 reign
              
               ;
            
             
               And
               fall
               ;
               and
               whom
               he
               once
               beats
               down
               ,
               in
               vain
            
             
               Mortals
               endeavour
               to
               restore
               again
               .
            
             
               Or
               if
               they
               do
               ,
               he
               renders
               their
               designs
            
             
               Unsuccessful
               ,
               and
               quickly
               countermines
            
             
               
                 Their
                 secret
                 Pl●ts
              
               :
               but
               when
               they
               have
               done
               all
            
             
               That
               men
               can
               do
               ,
               if
               on
               his
               Name
               they
               call
               ,
            
             
               Then
               he
               will
               hear
               ,
               and
               by
               his
               Power
               alone
            
             
               Restore
               
                 Exiled
                 Princes
              
               to
               the
               Throne
               .
            
             
               When
               he
               imprisons
               men
               ,
               (
               who
               e're
               they
               be
               )
            
             
               No
               Friendship
               ,
               Force
               ,
               or
               Law
               can
               set
               them
               free
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               he
               seals
               up
               the
               Clouds
               ,
               then
               by
               ,
               and
               by
               
            
             
               The
               Floods
               and
               Rivers
               of
               the
               Earth
               run
               dry
               .
            
             
               The
               parched
               Ground
               no
               moisture
               doth
               retain
               ,
            
             
               But
               every
               thirsty
               Clod
               doth
               gape
               for
               Rain
               .
            
             
               And
               all
               the
               beasts
               o'th'field
               with
               drowth
               opprest
               ,
            
             
               Hang
               out
               their
               tongues
               ,
               and
               can
               enjoy
               no
               rest
               .
            
             
               But
               when
               he
               sends
               them
               out
               ,
               they
               furnish
               all
            
             
               Men
               ,
               Beasts
               ,
               Birds
               ,
               Insects
               ,
               Creatures
               great
               and
               small
            
             
               With
               Liquor
               in
               abundance
               :
               and
               o'rflow
            
             
               Earths
               surface
               quite
               if
               he
               will
               have
               it
               so
               .
            
          
           
             
               With
               him
               is
               Strength
               ,
               and
               Wisdom
               ,
               no
               thing
               can
               ,
               
            
             
               Without
               his
               licence
               ,
               be
               perform'd
               by
               man.
            
             
               Nay
               
                 Sin
                 it self
              
               ,
               tho
               man
               to
               it
               make
               sute
               ,
            
             
               Without
               permission
               ,
               dares
               not
               contribute
            
             
               To
               its
               own
               beeing
               :
               he
               who
               means
               to
               make
            
             
               Unlawful
               gain
               ,
               dares
               not
               yet
               undertake
            
             
               Without
               Gods
               special
               tolerance
               to
               do
               it
               ,
            
             
               Who
               will
               permit
               it
               ,
               though
               he
               don't
               allow
               it
               .
            
          
           
             
               'T
               is
               he
               ,
               who
               turns
               the
               Counsels
               of
               the
               Wise
               
            
             
               To
               down
               right
               folly
               :
               he
               who
               vilifies
            
             
               Their
               
                 closs
                 Projectings
              
               ,
               and
               doth
               laugh
               at
               all
            
             
             
               What
               these
               
                 Intrigues
                 ,
                 and
                 Cabin
                 councils
              
               call
               .
            
             
               'T
               is
               ne
               makes
               Dotards
               on
               the
               Benches
               sit
               ,
            
             
               And
               
                 Beardless
                 fools
              
               ,
               when
               ever
               he
               thinks
               fit
               ,
            
             
               To
               plague
               a
               sinful
               Nation
               :
               
                 't
                 is
                 he
              
            
             
               
                 That
                 raises
                 men
                 of
                 base
                 ,
                 and
                 low
                 degree
              
            
             
               
                 To
                 be
                 our
                 Rulers
              
               :
               he
               takes
               Princes
               down
               ,
            
             
               And
               brings
               
                 th'unweildie
                 Distaff
              
               to
               the
               Crown
               :
            
             
               That
               he
               a
               sinning
               Nation
               may
               vex
               ,
            
             
               With
               all
               the
               passions
               of
               
                 that
                 humorous
                 Sex.
              
            
             
               He
               cuts
               of
               aged
               Princes
               ;
               he
               alone
            
             
               Sets
               Fools
               ,
               and
               
                 sucking
                 Infants
              
               on
               the
               Throne
               :
            
             
               
                 And
                 for
                 the
                 faults
                 of
                 an
                 ●nrulie
                 Land
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Makes
                 many
                 Princes
                 stead
                 of
                 one
                 ,
                 command
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               He
               snatches
               Scepters
               from
               the
               greatest
               Kings
               ,
               
            
             
               Pulls
               off
               their
               Robes
               ,
               and
               makes
               
                 those
                 crowned
                 things
              
            
             
               Fetter'd
               ,
               and
               pinion'd
               ,
               beg
               their
               dayly
               Meat
               ,
            
             
               With
               fear
               ,
               and
               trembling
               at
               the
               Conquerours
               feet
               .
            
          
           
             
               Whole
               Nations
               in
               a
               berd
               he
               drives
               away
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               of
               their
               Princes
               makes
               a
               lawful
               Prey
               .
            
             
               The
               high
               and
               mighty
               he
               doth
               overthrow
            
             
               Annuls
               their
               Powers
               ,
               and
               makes
               the
               proudest
               low
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               makes
               the
               faithful
               Counsellours
               speech
               to
               fail
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               what
               they
               talk
               ,
               sound
               ,
               like
               
                 an
                 idle
                 tale
              
               .
            
             
               He
               makes
               their
               mouths
               to
               furnish
               Evidence
               ,
            
             
               Sufficient
               to
               condemn
               their
               Eloquence
               .
            
             
               He
               makes
               the
               ag'd
               ,
               and
               prudent
               stammer
               out
            
             
               Their
               minds
               like
               fools
               ;
               and
               make
               the
               audience
               doubt
               ;
            
             
               Although
               they
               see
               their
               Senators
               i'
               th'
               face
               ,
            
             
               If
               these
               be
               they
               ,
               or
               
                 mad
                 men
              
               in
               their
               place
               .
            
          
           
             
               Your
               
                 Soveraign
                 Princes
              
               ,
               who
               to
               day
               appear
               
            
             
               In
               wealth
               and
               honour
               ,
               void
               of
               any
               fear
            
             
               Of
               being
               overturn'd
               ,
               and
               dayly
               fleece
            
             
               Their
               poor
               o're
               toiling
               Subjects
               as
               they
               please
               ,
            
             
               To
               morrow
               he
               contemptible
               doth
               make
               'em
               ,
            
             
               And
               makes
               all
               these
               they
               thought
               their
               friends
               ,
               forsake
               '
               em
               .
            
          
           
             
               Deep
               subterraneous
               Caverns
               ,
               where
               the
               Beams
               
            
             
               O
               ▪
               th'
               Sun
               ne're
               pierc'd
               ;
               dark
               places
               ,
               
                 void
                 of
                 names
              
               ;
            
             
               Unseen
               ,
               unheard
               of
               ,
               never
               known
               before
               ,
            
             
               Replete
               with
               noisome
               vapours
               to
               that
               hour
               ,
            
             
               And
               killing
               Damps
               ,
               
                 foul
                 Kennels
                 ,
                 black
                 as
                 Hell
              
               ;
            
             
               He
               clears
               ,
               their
               darkness
               he
               doth
               soon
               dispel
               .
            
             
               At
               his
               command
               those
               Fogs
               do
               flye
               away
               ,
            
             
               And
               
                 these
                 dark
                 holes
              
               ,
               like
               Noon-tide
               of
               the
               day
            
             
               Appears
               ,
               so
               clear
               ,
               and
               so
               transparent
               bright
               ▪
            
             
               As
               if
               they
               always
               had
               been
               full
               of
               Light.
               
            
          
           
             
               That
               Nation
               which
               our
               God
               intends
               to
               bless
               ,
               
            
             
               He
               makes
               to
               flourish
               in
               all
               happiness
               .
            
             
               He
               makes
               the
               people
               in
               prosperity
            
             
               And
               wealth
               to
               live
               ,
               and
               daily
               multiply
               .
            
             
               
                 Under
                 his
                 own
                 vine
              
               ,
               ignorant
               of
               fear
               ,
            
             
               Makes
               each
               man
               with
               his
               Neighbour
               keep
               good
               chear
               ,
            
             
               Furnishes
               to
               'em
               all
               the
               best
               of
               Meat
               ,
            
             
               Which
               under
               
                 their
                 own
                 Fig-tree
              
               they
               do
               Eat
               .
            
             
               Proof
               of
               all
               Writs
               ,
               these
               people
               do
               not
               care
            
             
             
               For
               th'heavy
               clutch
               o'
               th'
               pinching
               Usurer
               .
            
             
               The
               dismal
               News
               of
               
                 an
                 approaching
                 term
              
               ,
            
             
               Which
               frights
               the
               most
               of
               men
               does
               not
               allarm
            
             
               That
               happy
               Nation
               ,
               who
               in
               plenty
               live
               ,
            
             
               And
               spend
               as
               freely
               ,
               as
               their
               God
               doth
               give
               -
            
             
               They
               know
               no
               
                 Contributions
                 ,
                 Raps
              
               ,
               or
               Force
               ,
            
             
               
                 Quart'rings
                 ,
                 or
                 transient
                 March
                 of
                 Foot
                 ,
                 and
                 Horse
                 ,
              
            
             
               No
               they
               are
               free
               of
               all
               these
               Curses
               ,
               far
            
             
               From
               all
               
                 the
                 sad
                 calamities
                 of
                 War.
              
            
             
               Whilst
               other
               Nations
               howl
               ,
               they
               live
               at
               ease
               ,
            
             
               Enjoying
               all
               the
               Benefits
               of
               Peace
               .
            
             
               But
               when
               a
               long
               continued
               peace
               has
               bred
            
             
               Foul
               luxury
               ;
               and
               all
               the
               Land
               's
               o'respread
            
             
               With
               unclean
               Acts
               ,
               and
               
                 scenick
                 wantonness
              
               ,
            
             
               Then
               farewell
               all
               their
               former
               joys
               ,
               and
               peace
               .
            
             
               Their
               loud-tongu'd
               sins
               no
               sooner
               make
               a
               noise
            
             
               In
               Gods
               Ears
               ,
               but
               he
               instantly
               destroys
            
             
               That
               foolish
               people
               ,
               whom
               he
               so
               much
               bless't
               ▪
            
             
               And
               throws
               them
               out
               ,
               like
               Chaff
               ,
               he
               doth
               detest
            
             
               Their
               very
               memory
               ;
               makes
               them
               soon
               a
               prey
            
             
               To
               
                 Barbarous
                 Nations
              
               ,
               who
               drive
               all
               away
            
             
               They
               find
               within
               that
               peoples
               Land
               ,
               before
               'em
               ;
            
             
               Nor
               will
               afford
               them
               food
               ,
               though
               they
               implore'em
               ,
            
             
               With
               cryes
               ,
               and
               tears
               ,
               would
               burst
               the
               very
               stones
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               these
               unmov'd
               with
               all
               their
               sighs
               ,
               and
               groans
               ,
            
             
               '
               Stead
               of
               all
               answer
               to
               these
               sad
               demands
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               poinard
               those
               poor
               wretches
               ,
               wash
               their
               hands
            
             
               In
               their
               hearts-blood
               ;
               cut
               off
               their
               heads
               ,
               and
               show
            
             
               Them
               on
               their
               spear
               points
               ,
               not
               consented
               so
            
             
               Ravish
               their
               Virgins
               ,
               and
               unrip
               their
               Wives
               ,
            
             
               Brain
               all
               their
               Children
               ,
               and
               with
               bloody
               Knives
               ,
            
             
               On
               their
               dead
               Corps
               their
               cruelty
               repeat
               ,
            
             
               And
               throw
               large
               Collops
               to
               their
               Dogs
               to
               eat
               .
            
             
               Without
               regard
               to
               either
               sex
               ,
               or
               age
               ,
            
             
               These
               men
               shall
               glut
               
                 their
                 Military
                 rage
              
               -
            
             
               Burn
               all
               their
               Houses
               ,
               Towns
               ,
               and
               Villages
               ,
            
             
               Waste
               all
               ,
               and
               leave
               no
               memory
               of
               peace
               .
            
             
               But
               after
               all
               ,
               he
               will
               his
               ear
               afford
            
             
               To
               some
               small
               remnant
               ,
               who
               have
               scapt
               the
               Sword
               :
            
             
               When
               in
               their
               Chains
               ,
               and
               fetters
               they
               do
               cry
            
             
               To
               Heavens
               for
               mercy
               ,
               then
               he
               instantly
            
             
               Will
               hear
               their
               pray'rs
               ,
               release
               them
               from
               their
               pain
               ,
            
             
               And
               soon
               restore
               them
               to
               their
               own
               again
               -
            
          
           
             
               When
               he
               intends
               a
               final
               desolation
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               means
               ,
               in
               anger
               ,
               to
               destroy
               a
               Nation
               ;
            
             
               Let
               them
               give
               out
               
                 Commissions
                 of
                 array
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               raise
               well
               modell'd
               Armies
               under
               Pay
               :
            
             
               With
               great
               allowance
               ,
               and
               large
               hire
               engage
            
             
               The
               most
               accomplish'd
               Captains
               of
               their
               age
            
             
               To
               be
               their
               Generals
               :
               give
               them
               full
               Command
               ,
            
             
               Put
               all
               their
               Force
               ,
               and
               Treasure
               In
               their
               hand
               .
            
             
               Who
               may
               Encamp
               these
               Troops
               in
               every
               part
               ,
            
             
               By
               all
               the
               Rules
               of
               Military
               Art
               :
            
             
               Decamp
               ,
               March
               ,
               Counter-march
               ,
               and
               make
               a
               halt
               ,
            
             
             
               Lay
               ambushes
               ,
               besiege
               ,
               and
               make
               assault
               ;
            
             
               Do
               all
               that
               brave
               ,
               and
               skilful
               Chistans
               dare
               ,
            
             
               By
               the
               exactest
               Discipline
               of
               War.
            
             
               Assur'd
               of
               Victory
               ,
               yet
               after
               all
               ,
            
             
               
                 A
                 Pannick
                 Fear
              
               shall
               on
               these
               Captains
               fall
               :
            
             
               Their
               Blood
               shall
               cool
               ,
               their
               Courage
               shall
               decay
               ,
            
             
               And
               they
               shall
               be
               the
               first
               shall
               run
               away
               ,
            
             
               When
               action
               comes
               :
               their
               Troops
               shall
               be
               defeat
               ,
            
             
               And
               stand
               in
               fear
               of
               every
               one
               they
               meet
               .
            
             
               
                 Their
                 broken
                 Squadrons
              
               squandring
               in
               their
               way
               ,
            
             
               Through
               all
               the
               Countrey
               shall
               become
               a
               prey
            
             
               To
               
                 Boyes
                 and
                 Peasants
              
               :
               Hills
               ,
               and
               Dales
               to
               boot
            
             
               Shall
               not
               secure
               them
               from
               the
               hot
               pursuit
               .
            
             
               Three
               of
               'm
               in
               a
               body
               shan't
               remain
            
             
               Most
               of
               'm
               being
               captivat
               ,
               or
               slain
            
             
               Without
               all
               hopes
               of
               Rallying
               again
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               as
               men
               in
               the
               dark
               do
               feel
               ,
               and
               grope
               ,
               
            
             
               So
               shall
               those
               scattered
               Forces
               without
               hope
               ,
            
             
               Benumm'd
               with
               fear
               ,
               in
               lamentable
               case
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               the
               feirce
               Conquerors
               closs
               pursue
               the
               Chase
               ,
            
             
               Through
               Ditches
               ,
               Pools
               ,
               and
               Quag-mires
               ,
               here
               and
               there
            
             
               Woods
               ,
               Mountains
               ,
               Corn-fields
               ,
               Pastures
               ,
               every
               where
               ,
            
             
               Run
               to
               preserve
               their
               Lifes
               ,
               but
               all
               in
               vain
               ,
            
             
               Staggering
               ,
               like
               so
               many
               Drunken
               Men.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             Cap.
             XIII
             .
          
           
             
               ALL
               this
               mine
               ears
               have
               heard
               ,
               mine
               eyes
               have
               seen
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               to
               my
               knowledge
               ,
               some
               such
               things
               have
               been
            
             
               In
               my
               own
               time
               :
               I
               have
               observ'd
               with
               care
               ,
            
             
               What
               Changes
               ,
               Turns
               ,
               and
               Revolutions
               are
            
             
               In
               all
               Conditions
               of
               this
               Life
               ,
               I
               know
            
             
               There
               's
               nothing
               fix'd
               and
               solid
               here
               below
               .
            
          
           
             
               All
               this
               I
               know
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               to
               show
               you
               how
               
            
             
               
                 I
                 'm
                 not
                 inferiour
                 to
                 the
                 best
                 of
                 you
                 .
              
            
             
               And
               were
               't
               not
               for
               the
               present
               wo
               ,
               and
               pain
            
             
               I
               do
               endure
               ,
               I
               think
               I
               could
               explain
            
             
               My self
               ,
               in
               manner
               as
               methodical
               ,
            
             
               And
               as
               good
               Words
               ,
               as
               any
               of
               you
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               I
               intend
               my
               Language
               to
               direct
               
            
             
               Onlie
               to
               God
               ;
               
                 only
                 to
                 God
                 I
                 'le
                 speak
              
               .
            
             
               With
               the
               Almighty
               I
               'le
               expostulate
               ,
            
             
               I
               do
               desire
               to
               enter
               in
               debate
            
             
               With
               him
               alone
               :
               for
               though
               I
               understand
            
             
               What
               has
               befall'n
               me
               is
               by
               Gods
               command
               ;
            
             
               And
               his
               pure
               Justice
               ,
               because
               while
               such
               time
               ,
            
             
               As
               God
               has
               found
               ,
               and
               try'd
               ,
               and
               prov'd
               the
               crime
               ,
            
             
               Of
               him
               he
               means
               to
               punish
               :
               he
               will
               never
            
             
               Send
               out
               his
               Vengeance
               ,
               for
               what
               suit
               soever
            
             
               Our
               Enemies
               make
               to
               him
               ;
               in
               a
               word
               ,
            
             
             
               
                 In
                 Justice
                 only
                 he
                 doth
                 draw
                 the
                 Sword
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Against
                 poor
                 sinners
              
               ,
               yet
               I
               fain
               would
               know
            
             
               For
               what
               
                 black
                 crimes
              
               I
               am
               tormented
               so
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               know
               from
               God
               I
               may
               such
               answer
               have
               ,
               
            
             
               As
               may
               hereafter
               all
               your
               labour
               save
               .
            
             
               I
               know
               he
               will
               me
               fully
               satisfy
               ,
            
             
               And
               tell
               me
               plainly
               where
               the
               cause
               doth
               lye
               ,
            
             
               Of
               my
               disease
               :
               and
               so
               proceed
               to
               cure
               ,
            
             
               By
               Principles
               ,
               and
               Medicines
               more
               sure
               ,
            
             
               Then
               what
               you
               can
               afford
               :
               I
               may
               expect
            
             
               From
               him
               true
               comfort
               ,
               but
               what
               you
               direct
            
             
               Is
               but
               like
               Oyl
               pour'd
               on
               the
               Flames
               :
               alace
               ,
            
             
               You
               talk
               ,
               but
               do
               not
               understand
               my
               case
               .
            
             
               Only
               you
               boldly
               vent
               some
               foolish
               lies
               ,
            
             
               Which
               to
               condemn
               your
               friend
               ,
               you
               do
               devise
               ,
            
             
               But
               you
               're
               Physitians
               of
               no
               worth
               ,
               or
               price
               .
            
          
           
             
               Indeed
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               I
               am
               asham'd
               to
               hear
               
            
             
               Such
               idle
               talking
               :
               and
               I
               cann't
               forbear
            
             
               At
               length
               to
               tell
               you
               in
               plain
               terms
               ,
               that
               you
            
             
               Might
               truly
               to
               your selves
               great
               kindness
               doe
               ;
            
             
               If
               you
               would
               hold
               your
               peace
               ,
               and
               speak
               no
               more
               ,
            
             
               Of
               my
               concerns
               ,
               and
               what
               you
               've
               spoke
               before
            
             
               I
               shall
               excuse
               :
               then
               once
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               again
               ,
            
             
               I
               must
               beseech
               you
               free
               me
               of
               the
               pain
            
             
               Of
               your
               discourse
               ,
               and
               to
               your selves
               allow
               ,
            
             
               By
               holding
               of
               your
               peace
               some
               favour
               too
               :
            
             
               
                 For
                 foolish
                 talkers
                 all
                 men
                 do
                 despise
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 But
                 such
                 ,
                 when
                 silent
                 ,
                 are
                 esteemed
                 wise
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               This
               granted
               ,
               I
               desire
               the
               liberty
               
            
             
               To
               argue
               with
               you
               for
               some
               time
               ,
               that
               I
            
             
               May
               show
               you
               in
               your
               reas'ning
               ,
               where
               you
               err
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               convince
               you
               that
               what
               you
               aver
            
             
               Is
               not
               agreeable
               with
               Piety
               ,
            
             
               And
               tell
               you
               where
               the
               fallacy
               doth
               ly
               .
            
             
               For
               
                 here
                 's
                 your
                 error
                 now
              
               ,
               upon
               pretence
               ,
            
             
               That
               you
               forsooth
               appear
               in
               Gods
               defence
               ,
            
             
               You
               talk
               at
               random
               ,
               
                 your
                 disord'red
                 zeal
              
            
             
               
                 Over
                 your
                 wit
                 ,
                 and
                 reason
                 doth
                 prevail
                 .
              
            
             
               I
               thought
               in
               you
               some
               comfort
               to
               have
               found
               ,
            
             
               But
               '
               stead
               of
               that
               ,
               your
               bitter
               speeches
               wound
            
             
               My
               poor
               afflicted
               Soul
               ,
               for
               you
               still
               beat
            
             
               Upon
               one
               string
               ,
               and
               frequently
               repeat
               ,
            
             
               
                 That
                 God
                 doth
                 send
                 afflictions
                 on
                 none
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 But
                 those
                 ,
                 whose
                 sins
                 do
                 merit
                 them
                 alone
                 ,
              
            
             
               From
               whence
               subsuming
               I
               have
               merited
               ,
            
             
               You
               do
               conclude
               I
               'm
               justly
               punished
               .
            
             
               This
               is
               your
               constant
               doctrine
               ,
               this
               is
               all
            
             
               The
               argument
               ,
               on
               which
               ,
               by
               turns
               you
               fall
               ,
            
             
               Though
               truth
               it
               is
               but
               what
               Logicians
               call
            
             
               
                 A
                 begging
                 of
                 the
                 question
              
               :
               for
               I
            
             
               Your
               
                 major
                 proposition
              
               still
               deny
               :
            
             
               And
               for
               your
               minor
               that
               I
               'm
               such
               a
               man
               ,
            
             
               As
               you
               assert
               ,
               endeavour
               what
               you
               can
            
             
               To
               make
               it
               out
               ,
               I
               still
               deny
               that
               too
               ,
            
             
             
               So
               that
               I
               only
               make
               this
               answer
               now
               ,
            
             
               Of
               what
               you
               charge
               me
               I
               am
               innocent
               ,
            
             
               And
               therefore
               merit
               no
               such
               punishment
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               endure
               .
               —
            
          
           
             
               Whence
               all
               this
               noise
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               then
               ?
               to
               what
               end
               
            
             
               This
               tumult
               of
               Discourse
               ?
               if
               you
               intend
            
             
               Still
               to
               oppose
               ,
               why
               I
               must
               still
               Defend
               .
            
             
               Or
               if
               you
               do
               intend
               to
               personate
            
             
               Your
               glorious
               Maker
               ,
               and
               for
               him
               debate
               ,
            
             
               Then
               will
               I
               make
               no
               answer
               ;
               I
               'l
               not
               speak
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               Harangues
               in
               Gods
               vindication
               make
               ,
            
             
               As
               you
               have
               done
               :
               for
               why
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               would
               you
            
             
               Have
               me
               to
               bluster
               out
               my
               folly
               too
               ,
            
             
               And
               treat
               th'
               Almighty
               with
               such
               liberty
               ,
            
             
               Only
               forsooth
               to
               bear
               you
               company
               ?
               
            
          
           
             
               Indeed
               your
               carriage
               is
               unwarrantable
               ,
            
             
               Your
               proud
               demeanour
               is
               intolerable
               .
            
             
               I
               know
               my
               God
               will
               no
               such
               thing
               allow
               ,
            
             
               That
               such
               
                 presumptous
                 Orators
              
               ,
               as
               you
            
             
               Should
               undertake
               his
               Interest
               to
               plead
               ,
            
             
               Gainst
               any
               here
               on
               Earth
               ,
               he
               has
               no
               need
            
             
               Of
               your
               assistance
               :
               nor
               will
               he
               demand
            
             
               Advice
               of
               you
               :
               pray'
               therefore
               understand
            
             
               Your
               pregnant
               folly
               ,
               and
               ,
               in
               common
               sense
               ,
            
             
               Reflect
               upon
               
                 your
                 impious
                 insolence
              
               .
            
             
               You
               undertake
               to
               plead
               for
               God
               ?
               will
               you
               ,
            
             
               
                 (
                 As
                 for
                 their
                 Clients
                 some
                 crack'd
                 Lawyers
                 do
                 )
              
            
             
               Give
               to
               your
               passions
               foolish
               liberty
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               with
               great
               art
               ,
               set
               out
               
                 a
                 speciously
              
               ,
            
             
               To
               gain
               your
               point
               .
               This
               method
               some
               indeed
            
             
               Do
               use
               for
               men
               ,
               but
               
                 if
                 for
                 God
                 you
                 plead
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 You
                 must
                 be
                 solid
                 ,
                 sure
                 ,
                 and
                 circumspect
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 In
                 everything
                 you
                 counsel
                 ,
                 act
                 ,
                 or
                 speak
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Observe
               then
               pray
               ;
               our
               God
               will
               not
               permit
               
            
             
               Such
               pleadings
               for
               him
               ,
               for
               when
               he
               thinks
               fit
            
             
               To
               show
               the
               Justice
               of
               his
               actings
               ,
               when
            
             
               He
               would
               convince
               the
               stolid
               race
               of
               men
            
             
               Of
               their
               gross
               sins
               ,
               and
               openly
               detect
            
             
               Their
               hidden
               faults
               ,
               then
               he
               himself
               will
               speak
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yes
               he
               will
               speak
               ,
               and
               strongly
               plead
               his
               cause
               
            
             
               By
               quoting
               his
               own
               equitable
               Laws
               .
            
             
               He
               'l
               speak
               ,
               he
               'l
               speak
               ,
               and
               show
               what
               difference
            
             
               Is
               betwixt
               his
               ,
               and
               humane
               Eloquence
               .
            
             
               
                 The
                 King
                 of
                 Heavens
                 will
                 speak
                 ,
              
               and
               show
               you
               how
            
             
               His
               cause
               is
               mangled
               
                 by
                 such
                 things
                 ,
                 as
                 you
                 .
              
            
             
               Our
               God
               himself
               will
               make
               it
               evident
            
             
               You
               cannot
               mannage
               
                 such
                 an
                 argument
              
               .
            
             
               And
               when
               he
               speaks
               ,
               why
               at
               his
               very
               Breath
               ,
            
             
               His
               Orators
               will
               look
               as
               pale
               ,
               as
               Death
               :
            
             
               In
               great
               disorder
               ,
               betwixt
               shame
               ,
               and
               fear
               ,
            
             
               When
               they
               see
               God
               in
               his
               own
               cause
               appear
               :
            
             
               
                 That
                 mighty
                 God
              
               ,
               for
               whom
               ,
               
                 in
                 pur-blind
                 Zeal
              
               ,
            
             
               They
               thought
               they
               had
               both
               plead
               ,
               and
               preached
               well
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               mean
               time
               ,
               all
               their
               Eloquence
               ,
               at
               best
            
             
             
               Did
               only
               serve
               
                 some
                 Paltry
                 interest
              
               ,
            
             
               Which
               they
               'd
               glaze
               over
               with
               
                 the
                 Name
                 of
                 God
              
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               his
               Glory
               were
               their
               period
               .
            
             
               Though
               in
               their
               hearts
               ,
               those
               men
               ,
               who
               preach
               too
               much
            
             
               Upon
               that
               Subject
               ,
               are
               not
               alwayes
               such
            
             
               As
               they
               pretend
               :
               howe're
               they
               would
               deceive
            
             
               The
               credulous
               vulgar
               ,
               and
               make
               all
               believe
               ,
            
             
               That
               what
               they
               spoke
               were
               upright
               ,
               and
               sincere
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               really
               ,
               their
               Eloquence
               ,
               I
               fear
               ,
            
             
               
                 Is
                 but
                 like
                 that
                 at
                 Bar
                 ,
                 even
                 so
                 infus'd
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 As
                 by
                 their
                 Clients
                 they
                 are
                 kindly
                 as'd
                 :
              
            
             
               But
               when
               God
               speaks
               ,
               a
               suddain
               fear
               shall
               fall
            
             
               Upon
               
                 those
                 Preachers
              
               ,
               and
               confound
               them
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               when
               he
               speaks
               ,
               he
               'l
               tell
               you
               in
               your
               face
               ,
               
            
             
               You
               have
               provock'd
               him
               ,
               and
               abus'd
               his
               Grace
               .
            
             
               He
               gave
               you
               Parts
               ,
               't
               is
               true
               ,
               and
               Eloquence
               ,
            
             
               But
               never
               mean't
               that
               you
               ,
               in
               his
               defence
               ,
            
             
               Should
               use
               those
               Gifts
               ,
               or
               offer
               to
               debate
               .
            
             
               For
               him
               ,
               
                 unless
                 you
                 were
                 commissionat
              
            
             
               
                 By
                 special
                 warrant
                 from
                 himself
              
               ,
               for
               those
            
             
               Who
               ,
               in
               Enthusiastick
               fits
               ,
               suppose
            
             
               Men
               of
               all
               stations
               ,
               and
               degrees
               may
               preach
               ,
            
             
               And
               
                 silly
                 women
              
               ,
               if
               they
               please
               ,
               may
               teach
               ;
            
             
               Those
               ,
               who
               ,
               like
               you
               ,
               all
               others
               do
               despise
               ,
            
             
               And
               thinks
               there
               's
               no
               man
               holy
               in
               their
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               But
               such
               ,
               as
               are
               of
               their
               opinion
               ,
               say
            
             
               They
               're
               only
               perfect
               ,
               walk
               in
               Gods
               own
               way
               ;
            
             
               Sure
               these
               men
               grossly
               err
               ,
               for
               God
               doth
               own
               ,
            
             
               No
               such
               presumption
               ,
               and
               it
               is
               well
               known
               ,
            
             
               God
               in
               all
               ages
               doth
               such
               men
               select
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               thinks
               fit
               
                 should
                 by
                 commission
                 speak
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 For
                 him
                 to
                 th'
                 people
              
               :
               and
               will
               sure
               destroy
            
             
               
                 Those
                 preaching
                 fools
              
               ,
               whom
               he
               doth
               not
               employ
               .
            
             
               Then
               you
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               must
               know
               ,
               that
               having
               spoke
            
             
               For
               him
               ,
               
                 without
                 commission
              
               ,
               you
               have
               broke
            
             
               His
               divine
               Statutes
               ,
               and
               ,
               
                 in
                 Heavens
                 Court
              
            
             
               
                 Incurr'd
                 a
                 premunire
              
               :
               to
               be
               short
               ,
            
             
               For
               this
               your
               great
               presumption
               ,
               your
               name
            
             
               Shall
               be
               extinguish'd
               ,
               and
               your
               race
               ,
               for
               shame
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               shun
               mens
               converse
               :
               this
               at
               length
               ,
               shall
               be
            
             
               The
               profit
               of
               such
               actings
               ,
               
                 this
                 the
                 fee
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 those
                 officiously
                 who
                 undertake
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Without
                 commission
                 ,
                 for
                 their
                 God
                 to
                 speak
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Then
               pray
               now
               from
               your
               foolish
               arguing
               cease
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               ,
               while
               I
               speak
               ,
               be
               pleas'd
               to
               hold
               your
               peace
               ,
            
             
               Forbear
               your
               talk
               for
               some
               time
               ,
               and
               be
               still
               ,
            
             
               For
               I
               intend
               to
               speak
               ,
               (
               come
               out
               what
               will.
               )
            
             
               Come
               out
               what
               will
               ,
               I
               'l
               speak
               ,
               I
               'l
               boldly
               speak
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               my
               Maker
               my
               discourse
               direct
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               'l
               say
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               why
               am
               I
               thus
               punished
               ?
               
            
             
               Thus
               cudgell'd
               ,
               stead
               of
               being
               comforted
               ?
            
             
               Thus
               sharply
               tax'd
               
                 by
                 three
                 comforting
                 men
              
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               ,
               without
               a
               cause
               ,
               I
               did
               complain
               .
            
             
               Good
               Lord
               ,
               that
               I
               should
               be
               reprov'd
               by
               those
               ,
            
             
             
               Who
               ,
               if
               they
               felt
               the
               tenth
               part
               of
               my
               woes
               ,
            
             
               Would
               instantlie
               cry
               out
               ,
               and
               make
               a
               noise
               ,
            
             
               Using
               such
               faint
               expressions
               ,
               as
               Boys
               ,
            
             
               When
               whipp'd
               at
               Schools
               :
               such
               ,
               as
               if
               they
               did
               feel
            
             
               What
               I
               endure
               ,
               would
               stagger
               ,
               foam
               ,
               and
               reel
               ,
            
             
               Like
               mad
               men
               ,
               such
               ,
               as
               if
               they
               knew
               the
               care●
            
             
               And
               grief
               I
               know
               ,
               would
               instantlie
               despair
               .
            
             
               Yet
               such
               ,
               forsooth
               must
               censure
               me
               ,
               good
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               That
               those
               my
               friends
               ,
               who
               comfort
               should
               afford
            
             
               To
               me
               in
               this
               condition
               ,
               when
               they
               see
            
             
               What
               are
               my
               plagues
               ,
               and
               what
               my
               torments
               be
               ,
            
             
               By
               signs
               so
               manifest
               ,
               so
               plain
               ,
               and
               clear
               ,
            
             
               As
               when
               ,
               for
               pain
               ,
               my
               very
               flesh
               I
               tear
               ,
            
             
               When
               all
               o'r
               grown
               with
               Ulcers
               ,
               all
               o'r
               run
            
             
               With
               
                 putria
                 sores
              
               ,
               contemptible
               ,
               undone
               ,
            
             
               I
               here
               on
               Danghill
               sit
               ,
               and
               fain
               would
               crie
            
             
               To
               thee
               ,
               my
               God
               ,
               if
               I
               had
               libertie
               ,
            
             
               And
               were
               not
               interrupted
               by
               those
               men
               ,
            
             
               Who
               by
               me
               sit
               :
               thou
               know'st
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
               how
               fain
            
             
               In
               private
               ,
               
                 I
                 'd
                 pour
                 out
                 my
                 very
                 Soul
                 ,
              
            
             
               If
               those
               men
               ,
               who
               've
               come
               hither
               to
               condole
            
             
               My
               sad
               condition
               ,
               as
               they
               do
               pretend
               ,
            
             
               Did
               not
               obstruct
               me
               :
               how
               I
               fain
               would
               spend
            
             
               The
               small
               remainder
               of
               my
               troubled
               days
            
             
               In
               pious
               sighs
               ,
               and
               setting
               out
               thy
               praise
               ,
            
             
               By
               what
               I
               have
               observ'd
               ,
               and
               heard
               ,
               by
               fame
               ,
            
             
               From
               others
               ,
               since
               first
               to
               this
               world
               I
               came
               :
            
             
               How
               fain
               I
               'd
               pray
               ,
               how
               fain
               my
               sins
               bemoan
               ,
            
             
               If
               those
               tormenters
               would
               let
               me
               alone
               .
            
             
               It
               seems
               indeed
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               thou
               design'st
               to
               make
            
             
               My
               case
               extreamlie
               sad
               ;
               
                 for
                 this
                 I
                 take
              
            
             
               
                 As
                 not
                 the
                 least
                 part
                 of
                 my
                 punishment
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 That
                 thou
                 to
                 me
                 such
                 comforters
                 hath
                 sent
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               I
               'l
               still
               apply
               to
               thee
               ,
               I
               know
               
            
             
               There
               is
               no
               other
               comfort
               here
               below
               :
            
             
               Compassion
               ,
               pitie
               ,
               mercie
               there
               is
               none
               ,
            
             
               But
               what
               proceeds
               from
               thee
               good
               God
               ,
               alone
               .
            
             
               I
               'l
               therefore
               trust
               in
               thee
               ,
               —
               in
               thee
               ,
               good
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               I
               'l
               onlie
               trust
               ,
               —
               I
               'l
               hope
               ,
               and
               —
               in
               a
               word
               ,
            
             
               Do
               with
               me
               what
               thou
               wilt
               ,
               let
               even
               thy
               wrath
            
             
               Be
               satisfi'd
               with
               no
               less
               than
               my
               death
               :
            
             
               Yes
               ,
               kill
               me
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               cut
               me
               to
               pieces
               ,
               do
            
             
               As
               thou
               thinks't
               fit
               ,
               yet
               here
               I
               firmlie
               vow
               ,
            
             
               This
               heart
               ,
               
                 this
                 poor
                 oppressed
                 heart
              
               shall
               never
            
             
               Deviat
               from
               it's
               love
               to
               thee
               ,
               what
               ever
            
             
               Come
               of
               
                 my
                 person
              
               :
               —
               nay
               even
               when
               I
               die
               ,
            
             
               In
               my
               last
               gasping
               breath
               ,
               I
               'l
               formallie
            
             
               Express
               my
               love
               to
               thee
               :
               in
               thee
               I
               'l
               trust
            
             
               My
               gracious
               Maker
               ;
               
                 for
                 ,
                 as
                 thou
                 art
                 just
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 So
                 thou
                 art
                 merciful
              
               :
               besides
               ,
               good
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               I
               know
               thou
               only
               comfort
               can'st
               afford
            
             
               To
               men
               afflicted
               :
               let
               me
               then
               be
               freed
            
             
               Of
               my
               officious
               friends
               ,
               who
               boldlie
               plead
            
             
               Against
               me
               ,
               '
               stead
               of
               comforting
               ,
               for
               I
            
             
             
               Esteem
               my
               greatest
               woe
               
                 their
                 company
              
               :
            
             
               I
               do
               indeed
               ,
               for
               I
               had
               rather
               choose
            
             
               Be
               plagu'd
               by
               thee
               ,
               then
               comforted
               by
               those
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               to
               them
               though
               I
               will
               not
               confess
            
             
               My
               sinful
               errors
               ,
               yet
               my
               wickedness
               ,
            
             
               Before
               thee
               ,
               I
               acknowledge
               ,
               as
               the
               cause
            
             
               Of
               all
               my
               woes
               :
               Lord
               ,
               I
               have
               broke
               thy
               Laws
               ,
            
             
               And
               merit
               no
               less
               censure
               in
               thy
               sight
               ,
            
             
               Than
               instantly
               to
               be
               destroy'd
               down-right
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               after
               all
               ,
               I
               know
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
               that
               thou
               
            
             
               Wilt
               use
               me
               better
               
                 than
                 these
                 talkers
                 do
              
               .
            
             
               Thou
               'lt
               be
               more
               kind
               ,
               and
               whilst
               I
               am
               in
               pain
               ,
            
             
               For
               some
               small
               time
               ,
               allow
               me
               to
               complain
               ,
            
             
               And
               then
               restore
               me
               to
               my
               strength
               again
               .
            
             
               For
               after
               all
               this
               trial
               ,
               thou
               shalt
               clear
            
             
               My
               innocence
               ,
               and
               make
               ,
               at
               length
               ,
               appear
            
             
               That
               I
               in
               sin
               have
               taken
               no
               delite
               ,
            
             
               And
               show
               these
               men
               —
               
                 I
                 am
                 no
                 hypocrite
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               then
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               observe
               ,
               be
               pleas'd
               to
               hear
               
            
             
               What
               I
               discourse
               ,
               For
               seriouslie
               I
               fear
               ,
            
             
               In
               all
               your
               talk
               of
               late
               ,
               you
               have
               abus'd
               ,
            
             
               Your selves
               more
               than
               the
               man
               you
               have
               accus'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               you
               have
               said
               ,
               because
               of
               my
               offence
               ,
               
            
             
               That
               I
               'm
               by
               ▪
               God
               rejected
               ,
               and
               from
               thence
               ,
            
             
               You
               did
               affirm
               I
               might
               expect
               no
               more
            
             
               To
               see
               his
               face
               ,
               as
               I
               had
               done
               before
               .
            
             
               Ay
               me
               !
               —
               a
               sentence
               cruel
               ,
               and
               severe
               !
            
             
               A
               doom
               ,
               in
               which
               great
               malice
               doth
               appear
               !
            
             
               Now
               pray
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               
                 by
                 what
                 authoritie
              
            
             
               
                 Act
                 you
                 these
                 things
              
               ?
               who
               gave
               you
               libertie
            
             
               To
               give
               out
               Judgment
               thus
               ?
               for
               to
               this
               hour
            
             
               I
               never
               heard
               that
               any
               of
               you
               had
               power
            
             
               From
               our
               Great
               God
               to
               excommunicat
            
             
               The
               poorest
               Wretch
               on
               Earth
               .
               —
            
             
               I
               therefore
               hope
               I
               quicklie
               shall
               be
               able
            
             
               To
               make
               appear
               how
               most
               unwarrantable
            
             
               Your
               sentence
               is
               ,
               for
               this
               I
               surelie
               know
               ;
            
             
               
                 As
                 God
                 excels
                 in
                 acts
                 of
                 justice
                 ,
                 so
              
            
             
               
                 In
                 acts
                 of
                 mercy
                 he
                 doth
                 so
                 abound
              
            
             
               
                 As
                 no
                 man
                 needs
                 despair
              
               :
               he
               's
               always
               found
            
             
               Of
               such
               as
               seek
               him
               ,
               and
               I
               know
               he
               'l
               be
            
             
               As
               merciful
               ,
               as
               formerlie
               to
               me
               .
            
             
               But
               were
               it
               so
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               as
               you
               have
               said
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               'm
               of
               God
               rejected
               ,
               then
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               Indeed
               ,
               in
               that
               case
               ,
               I
               should
               soon
               despair
               ,
            
             
               And
               be
               o'
               th'
               same
               opinion
               as
               you
               are
            
             
               Nor
               should
               you
               from
               my
               mouth
               hereafter
               hear
            
             
               Words
               of
               assurance
               ,
               words
               of
               confidence
            
             
               By
               which
               I
               do
               alleviat
               my
               sense
            
             
               Of
               present
               sufferings
               :
               for
               I
               firmly
               know
            
             
               I
               know
               my
               God
               hath
               not
               determin'd
               so
               ,
            
             
               As
               you
               alledge
               :
               I
               know
               he
               is
               more
               just
            
             
               Than
               to
               reject
               a
               man
               ,
               that
               puts
               his
               trust
            
             
             
               In
               him
               alone
               ,
               a
               man
               ,
               who
               never
               yet
               ,
            
             
               In
               all
               his
               sad
               ,
               and
               suffering
               estate
               ,
            
             
               From
               his
               first
               Principles
               has
               deviat
               .
            
             
               For
               I
               do
               still
               believe
               that
               God
               has
               sent
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               me
               now
               this
               heavy
               punishment
               ,
            
             
               Only
               
                 to
                 try
                 my
                 faith
              
               ,
               that
               men
               might
               know
               ,
            
             
               Whether
               I
               be
               a
               hypocrite
               ,
               or
               no
               :
            
             
               For
               were
               I
               such
               ,
               in
               this
               my
               horrid
               case
               ,
            
             
               I
               'd
               be
               so
               far
               from
               trusting
               in
               his
               Grace
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               'd
               abjure
               him
               to
               his
               very
               face
               ,
            
             
               But
               O
               I
               know
               ,
               I
               know
               my
               God
               will
               never
            
             
               Exclude
               me
               from
               
                 his
                 mercies
                 act
              
               ,
               however
            
             
               He
               's
               pleas'd
               to
               vex
               me
               now
               :
               I
               know
               indeed
            
             
               He
               will
               not
               to
               
                 an
                 outlawry
              
               proceed
               ,
            
             
               Against
               a
               man
               ,
               who
               's
               willing
               to
               appear
               ,
            
             
               And
               answer
               all
               :
               —
               no
               ,
               no
               I
               do
               not
               fear
               ,
            
             
               I
               fear
               not
               that
               he
               has
               rejected
               me
               ,
            
             
               As
               you
               pretend
               ,
               for
               ,
               by
               what
               I
               can
               see
               ,
            
             
               Should
               I
               just
               now
               before
               my
               God
               be
               try'd
               ,
            
             
               I
               doubt
               not
               but
               I
               would
               be
               justify'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               who
               's
               the
               man
               ,
               pray
               ,
               that
               with
               me
               will
               plead
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               prove
               that
               for
               my
               sins
               I
               'm
               punished
               ?
            
             
               Pray'
               let
               me
               know
               the
               man
               ,
               that
               so
               I
               may
            
             
               Debate
               the
               case
               a
               little
               with
               him
               ,
               pray
            
             
               Let
               him
               appear
               ;
               this
               favour
               ,
               friends
               ,
               allow
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               may
               know
               with
               whom
               I
               have
               to
               do
               .
            
             
               Pray
               let
               me
               know
               ,
               and
               I
               will
               instantly
            
             
               Argue
               my
               case
               ,
               with
               all
               sobriety
               ,
            
             
               
                 For
                 ,
                 if
                 I
                 once
                 should
                 hold
                 my
                 peace
                 ,
                 I
                 dye
              
            
          
           
             
               Will
               no
               man
               plead
               ?
               will
               no
               man
               undertake
               
            
             
               The
               argument
               ?
               then
               my
               address
               I
               'le
               make
            
             
               To
               God
               alone
               :
               two
               things
               I
               will
               implore
            
             
               Of
               his
               large
               bounty
               ,
               and
               demand
               no
               more
               .
            
             
               Two
               things
               preliminary
               ,
               Lord
               I
               must
            
             
               Request
               of
               thee
               ,
               which
               as
               thou'
               rt
               good
               ,
               and
               just
            
             
               I
               know
               thou
               wilt
               allow
               ,
               that
               so
               I
               may
            
             
               With
               freedom
               speak
               all
               that
               I
               have
               to
               say
            
             
               In
               my
               defence
               .
            
          
           
             
               First
               then
               ,
               some
               small
               time
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               forbear
               thy
               wrath
               ,
               
            
             
               That
               I
               may
               have
               some
               leasure
               ,
               but
               to
               breath
               :
            
             
               That
               I
               may
               have
               but
               a
               few
               hours
               soulage
               ,
            
             
               And
               not
               be
               quite
               consumed
               in
               thy
               rage
               .
            
             
               Next
               ,
               O
               my
               gracious
               God
               ,
               let
               not
               thy
               hot
            
             
               And
               wasting
               anger
               fright
               my
               soul
               ,
               let
               not
            
             
               Thy
               lifted
               hand
               so
               terrible
               appear
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               damp
               my
               Spirit
               ,
               with
               a
               killing
               fear
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               what
               thou
               pleasest
               of
               me
               to
               demand
               ,
               
            
             
               I
               'l
               answer
               ,
               so
               far
               as
               I
               understand
               ,
            
             
               Or
               ,
               if
               thou
               think
               it
               fit
               ,
               that
               I
               should
               speak
            
             
               I
               shall
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               and
               in
               favour
               ,
               I
               'l
               expect
            
             
               Thou
               'lt
               answer
               me
               .
               —
               —
            
             
               For
               ,
               if
               I
               be
               allow'd
               this
               liberty
               ,
            
             
               With
               boldness
               ,
               then
               ,
               good
               Lord
               ,
               I
               will
               reply
               ,
            
             
               To
               all
               the
               questions
               thou
               to
               me
               shalt
               state
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               with
               my
               God
               take
               pleasure
               to
               debate
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               I
               must
               speak
               then
               ,
               —
               I
               demand
               ,
               good
               Lord
               ,
               
            
             
               How
               many
               are
               my
               sins
               !
               —
               pray
               in
               a
               word
               ,
            
             
               How
               many
               are
               they
               !
               —
               tell
               me
               —
               am
               I
               able
            
             
               To
               calculat
               them
               !
               —
               are
               they
               numberable
               !
            
             
               What
               are
               my
               sins
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               of
               what
               quality
               ?
            
             
               How
               black
               ,
               how
               uglie
               ,
               of
               how
               deep
               a
               dye
               .
            
             
               Why
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               it
               seems
               ,
               that
               since
               the
               world
               began
               ,
            
             
               Of
               all
               the
               sins
               practis'd
               by
               mortal
               man
               ,
            
             
               Sure
               mine
               must
               be
               the
               foulest
               ,
               mine
               must
               be
            
             
               Most
               venomous
               sins
               of
               the
               first
               degree
               ,
            
             
               For
               —
               —
               —
               —
               —
            
             
               Whilst
               others
               sins
               ,
               with
               modesty
               have
               call'd
            
             
               For
               Judgements
               ,
               it
               appears
               that
               mine
               have
               baul'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               with
               great
               clamour
               ,
               furious
               zeal
               ,
               and
               heat
               ,
            
             
               Have
               ask'd
               as
               due
               ,
               rather
               than
               supplicat
               ,
            
             
               For
               Divine
               vengeance
               ,
               and
               with
               open
               voice
               ,
            
             
               At
               Heavens
               Gates
               made
               a
               tumultuous
               noise
               ,
            
             
               As
               idle
               Beggars
               for
               their
               Alms
               do
               crie
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               ,
               by
               clamorous
               importunitie
               ,
            
             
               Extorted
               from
               
                 a
                 mild
                 ,
                 and
                 gentle
                 God
                 ,
              
            
             
               Th'
               unwilling
               usage
               of
               an
               
                 angry
                 Rod.
              
            
             
               My
               sins
               have
               ,
               in
               a
               Cluster
               ,
               cri'd
               aloud
            
             
               For
               punishment
               ,
               no
               mercie
               has
               withstood
               ,
            
             
               The
               rude
               attaques
               of
               their
               impetuous
               sute
               ,
            
             
               But
               suffered
               them
               to
               gain
               ,
               without
               dispute
               ,
            
             
               Th'
               Almighties
               Ear
               :
               who
               has
               accordinglie
            
             
               Sent
               Judgements
               out
               ,
               in
               such
               varietie
               ,
            
             
               And
               has
               me
               so
               severelie
               punished
               ,
            
             
               As
               all
               my
               Neighbours
               never
               suffered
            
             
               So
               many
               ills
               at
               once
               ,
               as
               I
               do
               now
               ,
            
             
               Besides
               what
               I
               may
               lay
               account
               for
               too
               ,
            
             
               Ere
               all
               be
               done
               ,
               for
               I
               perceive
               the
               wrath
            
             
               Of
               God
               encreases
               everie
               hour
               ,
               Whilst
               death
            
             
               Keeps
               at
               a
               distance
               ,
               and
               appears
               to
               smile
            
             
               Unkindly
               at
               my
               torments
               all
               this
               while
               .
            
             
               Nay
               (
               which
               is
               worst
               of
               all
               )
               men
               ,
               on
               pretence
            
             
               Of
               comforting
               me
               ,
               with
               great
               violence
               ,
            
             
               
                 Oppress
                 my
                 little
                 spirits
                 that
                 remain
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               ,
               with
               their
               bitter
               words
               augment
               my
               pain
               .
            
          
           
             
               What
               are
               my
               sins
               then
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               ah
               let
               me
               know
               ,
               
            
             
               What
               have
               I
               done
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               to
               be
               punish'd
               so
               !
            
             
               What
               have
               I
               done
               !
               what
               sins
               have
               I
               practis'd
               ,
            
             
               What
               horrid
               Treason
               have
               I
               e're
               devis'd
            
             
               Against
               Heavens
               King
               ?
               what
               are
               my
               faults
               ,
               good
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               Again
               I
               beg
               thee
               ,
               tell
               me
               in
               a
               word
               ,
            
             
               That
               so
               I
               may
               perceive
               the
               reason
               why
            
             
               I
               'm
               punish'd
               with
               so
               much
               severity
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               pardon
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               my
               great
               presumption
               ,
            
             
               In
               
                 those
                 demands
              
               ,
               let
               my
               condition
            
             
               Plead
               some
               excuse
               :
               let
               me
               some
               pity
               find
               :
            
             
               Some
               pity
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               to
               ease
               
                 my
                 troubled
                 mind
              
               .
            
             
               Have
               pity
               then
               ,
               have
               pity
               on
               my
               case
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               thy
               Names
               sake
               ,
               do
               not
               hide
               thy
               face
               ,
            
             
               Because
               in
               that
               I
               all
               my
               comfort
               place
               .
            
             
             
               Why
               then
               ,
               good
               Lord
               ,
               do'st
               thou
               to
               me
               deny
            
             
               Thy
               countenance
               ?
               I
               am
               no
               enemy
            
             
               To
               thee
               ,
               my
               God
               ,
               but
               one
               ,
               I
               dare
               avow
               ,
            
             
               (
               As
               far
               as
               humane
               frailty
               will
               allow
               )
            
             
               Loves
               thee
               with
               all
               his
               Soul
               ,
               and
               still
               shall
               do
               .
            
          
           
             
               Why
               then
               am
               I
               thus
               punish'd
               ?
               why
               oppress
               't
               
            
             
               With
               grief
               ?
               Why
               doth
               my
               Soul
               enjoy
               no
               rest
               ?
            
             
               Why
               is
               a
               Creature
               ,
               —
               
                 a
                 poor
                 dying
                 Creature
              
               ,
            
             
               Debarr'd
               from
               dying
               by
               the
               course
               of
               Nature
               ?
            
             
               Why
               to
               suck
               in
               again
               a
               parting
               Breath
            
             
               Is
               it
               compell'd
               ,
               only
               t'
               endure
               thy
               Wrath
               ?
            
             
               To
               break
               a
               Leaf
               ,
               that
               's
               driven
               to
               and
               fro
               ,
            
             
               I
               humbly
               think
               it
               is
               a
               thing
               below
            
             
               The
               Majesty
               of
               God!
               —
               why
               such
               am
               I
               ?
            
             
               Or
               like
               the
               Stuble
               ,
               withered
               ,
               and
               dry
               ,
            
             
               When
               lightly
               it
               before
               the
               Wind
               doth
               fly
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               why
               in
               such
               sad
               torment
               ?
               Why
               so
               vex't
               
            
             
               In
               Soul
               ,
               and
               Body
               ?
               Why
               so
               sore
               perplex't
            
             
               In
               Spirit
               ?
               Why
               so
               bitter
               Judgements
               sent
            
             
               Each
               moment
               ,
               to
               recruit
               my
               punishment
               ?
            
             
               Such
               Judgements
               make
               me
               now
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               call
               to
               mind
            
             
               Those
               sins
               ,
               which
               wasting
               time
               had
               cast
               behind
            
             
               Its
               Shoulder
               ;
               —
               sins
               ,
               which
               I
               thought
               thou
               had'st
               not
            
             
               Recorded
               :
               —
               
                 sins
                 ,
                 which
                 I
                 had
                 quite
                 forgot
                 .
              
            
             
               But
               now
               the
               Errors
               of
               
                 my
                 wanton
                 years
              
            
             
               Appear
               afresh
               :
               —
               
                 hence
                 all
                 these
                 sighs
                 ,
                 and
                 tears
                 :
              
            
             
               Hence
               these
               sad
               words
               ,
               which
               issue
               from
               my
               mouth
               ,
            
             
               
                 Since
                 for
                 the
                 sins
                 of
                 my
                 disorderd
                 youth
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 I
                 'm
                 punished
                 thus
              
               :
               —
               why
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               I
               must
               confess
               ,
            
             
               Those
               
                 whiffling
                 errors
              
               do
               deserve
               no
               less
            
             
               Than
               I
               now
               suffer
               :
               yet
               I
               still
               must
               cry
            
             
               For
               mercy
               from
               my
               God
               ,
               or
               clse
               I
               dye
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               mercy
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               I
               must
               thee
               still
               implore
               ,
               
            
             
               I
               'l
               call
               to
               Heavens
               
                 (
                 for
                 I
                 can
                 do
                 no
                 more
                 )
              
            
             
               For
               mercy
               still
               :
               —
               this
               liberty
               ,
               at
               least
               ,
            
             
               I
               hope
               thou
               'lt
               not
               deny
               :
               —
               this
               small
               request
            
             
               To
               a
               poor
               dying
               man
               :
               —
               allow
               me
               pray
               ,
            
             
               Allow
               me
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               that
               what
               I
               have
               to
               say
            
             
               In
               a
               few
               
                 dying
                 words
              
               ,
               I
               may
               expresse
               ,
            
             
               And
               then
               do
               what
               thy
               Majesty
               shall
               please
               ,
            
             
               With
               me
               thy
               prisoner
               ,
               thy
               wretched
               slave
               ,
            
             
               One
               (
               
                 save
                 to
                 be
                 the
                 stopple
                 of
                 a
                 Grave
              
               )
            
             
               That
               serves
               for
               nothing
               :
               —
               do
               then
               what
               thou
               wilt
               ,
            
             
               Dispatch
               me
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               or
               if
               
                 my
                 horrid
                 guilt
              
               ,
            
             
               Require
               that
               I
               should
               live
               some
               longer
               time
               ,
            
             
               Why
               let
               it
               be
               so
               ,
               let
               my
               
                 horrid
                 Crime
              
               .
            
             
               (
               If
               possible
               ,
               it
               e're
               can
               be
               content
               )
            
             
               Be
               glutted
               with
               my
               
                 horrid
                 punishment
              
               .
            
             
               For
               I
               am
               thy
               
                 close
                 prisoner
              
               ,
               good
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               No
               power
               on
               Earth
               can
               me
               relief
               afford
               :
            
             
               Escape
               I
               cannot
               —
               no
               —
               my
               feet
               are
               bound
               ,
            
             
               My
               hands
               ty'd
               up
               ,
               all
               naked
               on
               the
               ground
               ,
            
             
               More
               than
               half-dead
               ,
               o'r
               grown
               with
               sores
               I
               lye
               ,
            
             
               Am
               I
               not
               punish'd
               yet
               sufficiently
               !
            
             
             
               Not
               yet
               !
               —
               not
               yet
               !
               —
               O
               may
               it
               not
               suffice
            
             
               That
               I
               am
               wrap'd
               in
               such
               calamities
               ,
            
             
               As
               hardly
               any
               one
               has
               suffered
               ,
            
             
               But
               I
               must
               yet
               be
               further
               punished
               ?
            
             
               Shall
               there
               be
               no
               end
               of
               my
               Miserie
               !
            
             
               May
               not
               I
               now
               have
               libertie
               to
               die
               ?
            
          
           
             
               For
               thou
               hast
               fill'd
               my
               bodie
               with
               such
               pain
               ,
               
            
             
               As
               in
               me
               there
               doth
               no
               more
               life
               remain
               ,
            
             
               Than
               what
               doth
               serve
               to
               make
               me
               sensible
            
             
               Of
               what
               I
               fuffer
               :
               —
               O
               most
               terrible
            
             
               Consuming
               Wrath
               !
               —
               now
               let
               me
               die
               good
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               —
               I
               can
               endure
               no
               more
               :
               —
               pray
               now
               afford
            
             
               This
               favour
               to
               a
               man
               in
               dying
               case
               ,
            
             
               That
               ,
               like
               Moth-eaten
               Garment
               ,
               rots
               apace
               .
            
             
               Then
               since
               I
               cannot
               live
               ,
               O
               let
               me
               die
               ,
            
             
               
                 Since
                 Life
                 it self
                 is
                 but
                 Mortality
                 ,
              
            
             
               For
               mortal
               man
               ,
               at
               best
               ,
               I
               do
               conceive
            
             
               To
               be
               a
               thing
               ,
               that
               ,
               like
               a
               Floating-wave
               ,
            
             
               Swells
               in
               the
               Cradle
               ,
               breaks
               upon
               the
               Grave
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Cap.
             XIV
             .
          
           
             
               MAN
               of
               a
               Woman
               born
               in
               cares
               ,
               and
               teares
               ,
               
            
             
               Enjoyes
               a
               few
               ,
               but
               miserable
               Years
               .
            
             
               He
               sucks
               in
               sorrow
               ,
               with
               his
               infant
               Breath
               ,
            
             
               And.
               in
               his
               husk
               ,
               he
               bears
               
                 the
                 seeds
                 of
                 death
              
               ,
            
             
               In
               his
               
                 short
                 life
              
               he
               nothing
               doth
               perceive
               ,
            
             
               But
               Seas
               of
               troubls
               ,
               
                 Wave
                 succeeding
                 Wave
              
               .
            
             
               He
               knows
               no
               pleasure
               ,
               nor
               contentment
               he
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               is
               he
               ever
               from
               some
               passion
               free
               .
            
             
               Yet
               must
               this
               wretch
               be
               born
               .
               —
               —
            
             
               Though
               it
               were
               better
               for
               him
               certainly
            
             
               He
               were
               not
               born
               ,
               )
               
                 than
                 thus
                 be
                 born
                 to
                 dye
                 .
              
            
             
               'T
               were
               better
               for
               him
               he
               lay
               buried
               ,
            
             
               With
               all
               his
               hopes
               about
               him
               ,
               covered
            
             
               With
               the
               
                 thin
                 notion
              
               of
               
                 an
                 entity
              
               ,
            
             
               Under
               the
               arch
               of
               possibility
               ,
            
             
               Then
               that
               he
               should
               exist
               .
               —
               —
            
             
               But
               O
               he
               must
               be
               born
               ,
               he
               must
               appear
            
             
               On
               Earths
               wide
               ,
               and
               capacious
               Theater
               ,
            
             
               To
               act
               ,
               
                 with
                 mighty
                 pomp
                 ,
                 and
                 vanity
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 His
                 part
                 o'
                 th'
                 fable
                 of
                 mortality
                 ,
              
            
             
               Though
               't
               were
               but
               fool
               o'
               th'
               play
               .
               —
               —
            
          
           
             
               For
               whilst
               i'
               th'
               womb
               he
               safely
               lyes
               immur'd
            
             
               Free
               of
               all
               woe
               ,
               of
               aliment
               secur'd
            
             
               By
               others
               labour
               ,
               yet
               he
               thinks
               he
               's
               there
               ,
            
             
               At
               best
               ,
               but
               
                 a
                 well
                 treated
                 prisoner
              
               .
            
             
               Hence
               in
               the
               belly
               languishing
               he
               lyes
               ,
            
             
               And
               fain
               would
               make
               escape
               ,
               to
               feed
               his
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               On
               things
               abroad
               ,
               and
               fully
               satiate
            
             
             
               His
               Virgin-longing
               ,
               with
               —
               
                 he
                 knows
                 not
                 what
              
               .
               —
            
             
               At
               length
               impatient
               of
               
                 this
                 kind
                 restraint
              
               ,
            
             
               He
               'l
               be
               no
               longer
               in
               this
               Cloyster
               pent
               ,
            
             
               But
               with
               his
               fellow-mortals
               he
               'l
               b'acquaint
               ,
            
             
               At
               any
               rate
               ,
               what
               e're
               the
               event
               be
               ,
            
             
               And
               
                 in
                 this
                 humour
              
               ,
               justles
               out
               to
               see
            
             
               This
               foolish
               world
               .
               —
               —
               —
            
             
               This
               world
               ,
               of
               which
               he
               fancies
               some
               such
               things
               ,
            
             
               
                 As
                 Beggars
                 ,
                 when
                 they
                 dream
                 they
                 're
                 mightie
                 kings
                 :
              
            
             
               And
               yet
               no
               sooner
               into
               it
               he
               peeps
               ,
            
             
               Then
               instantly
               
                 the
                 changeling
                 cryes
                 ,
                 and
                 weeps
              
               ;
            
             
               Appearing
               
                 in
                 some
                 inward
                 perturbation
              
               ,
            
             
               As
               disappointed
               of
               
                 his
                 expectation
              
               :
            
             
               In
               it
               he
               wastes
               his
               time
               in
               fear
               ,
               and
               
                 pain
                 ,
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               oft
               of
               being
               born
               he
               doth
               complain
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               when
               he
               goes
               out
               of
               it
               ,
               
                 weeps
                 again
              
               .
            
             
               As
               if
               unwilling
               ,
               after
               all
               ,
               to
               part
               ,
            
             
               (
               Sad
               as
               it
               is
               )
               from
               what
               his
               soul
               ,
               and
               heart
            
             
               Doth
               truly
               love
               ,
               which
               that
               he
               might
               possess
               ,
            
             
               He
               could
               dispense
               with
               all
               
                 its
                 painfulness
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Inconstant
               Creature
               !
               —
               whom
               no
               state
               can
               please
               ,
            
             
               To
               whom
               nor
               life
               ,
               nor
               death
               can
               purchase
               ease
               ;
            
             
               Whose
               humorous
               fancy
               nought
               can
               satisfy
               :
            
             
               Who
               knows
               not
               
                 whether
                 he
                 should
                 live
                 ,
                 or
                 dye
                 !
              
            
             
               Yet
               is
               this
               man
               ,
               of
               so
               much
               worth
               ,
               and
               fame
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               all
               the
               Creatures
               have
               in
               great
               esteem
               .
            
             
               This
               ,
               this
               is
               he
               ,
               who
               is
               so
               vainly
               proud
            
             
               Of
               the
               
                 three
                 souls
              
               ,
               which
               God
               has
               him
               allow'd
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               those
               ,
               who
               do
               his
               actions
               strictly
               view
               ,
            
             
               Hardly
               believe
               
                 that
                 he
                 has
                 more
                 than
                 two
                 :
              
            
             
               For
               of
               
                 the
                 third
              
               he
               takes
               so
               little
               care
               ,
            
             
               As
               one
               would
               say
               his
               reason
               lay
               not
               there
               :
            
             
               So
               that
               of
               all
               endu'd
               with
               growth
               ,
               and
               sense
               ,
            
             
               He
               least
               deserves
               
                 that
                 heavenlie
                 influence
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               ,
               this
               is
               man
               ,
               who
               doth
               no
               sooner
               come
            
             
               A
               
                 native
                 ,
                 naked
                 Beggar
              
               ,
               from
               the
               womb
               ,
            
             
               Then
               assoon
               Food
               ,
               and
               Rayment
               God
               provides
            
             
               For
               him
               ,
               with
               every
               other
               thing
               besides
               ,
            
             
               Of
               which
               he
               stands
               in
               need
               :
               —
               ordering
               all
            
             
               The
               other
               Creatures
               to
               attend
               his
               call
               .
            
             
               Yet
               ,
               after
               all
               ,
               when
               he
               's
               accommodat
            
             
               By
               Providence
               ,
               
                 at
                 such
                 a
                 princelie
                 rate
              
               ,
            
             
               The
               wretch
               becomes
               to
               him
               the
               most
               ungrate
            
             
               Of
               any
               thing
               ,
               that
               lives
               .
               —
               —
            
             
               For
               ,
               as
               we
               know
               
                 Beggars
                 can
                 bear
                 no
                 wealth
              
               ,
            
             
               So
               ,
               now
               endu'd
               with
               riches
               ,
               health
               ,
               and
               strength
               ,
            
             
               In
               these
               external
               things
               he
               puts
               his
               trust
               ,
            
             
               And
               quite
               forgets
               ,
               
                 who
                 rais'd
                 him
                 from
                 the
                 dust
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               This
               is
               
                 that
                 formal
                 piece
                 of
                 d●llest
                 clay
                 ,
              
            
             
               That
               moulded
               ,
               and
               unmoulded
               every
               day
               .
            
             
               A
               thing
               from
               Heavens
               only
               with
               breath
               inspir'd
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               ,
               who
               gave
               this
               breath
               might
               be
               admir'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               not
               the
               thing
               ,
               that
               breaths
               :
               yet
               on
               
                 this
                 breath
              
            
             
               The
               Grashoper
               himself
               ●o
               valueth
               ;
            
             
             
               As
               he
               ,
               with
               lofty
               pride
               ,
               and
               arrogance
               ,
            
             
               Above
               his
               fellow
               creatures
               doth
               advance
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 thinks
                 the
                 world
                 his
                 sole
                 inheritance
                 .
              
            
             
               Whilst
               many
               Brutes
               (
               as
               we
               may
               daily
               see
               )
            
             
               Both
               longer
               time
               ,
               and
               with
               more
               peace
               ,
               than
               he
               ,
            
             
               Possesse
               the
               same
               :
               for
               he
               poor
               soul
               —
               alace
               ,
            
             
               Can
               scarce
               enjoy
               ,
               but
               for
               one
               half
               hours
               space
               ,
            
             
               The
               full
               possession
               of
               what
               Life
               ,
               and
               breath
            
             
               Affords
               him
               ,
               when
               an
               enemy
               call'd
               Death
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               turn
               him
               out
               of
               all
               ,
               and
               then
               annon
               ,
            
             
               Ere
               he
               can
               view
               it
               well
               ,
               he
               must
               be
               gone
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               is
               the
               Source
               ,
               from
               which
               ,
               by
               progresse
               springs
               ,
            
             
               The
               Stream
               of
               all
               our
               Emperours
               ,
               and
               Kings
               ,
            
             
               Those
               men
               ,
               who
               with
               
                 an
                 armed
                 foppery
              
               ,
            
             
               Blow
               up
               the
               pipes
               of
               
                 vain
                 Chronology
              
               :
            
             
               Those
               men
               ,
               who
               ,
               when
               in
               their
               carreer
               withstood
               ,
            
             
               Will
               make
               the
               world
               swim
               around
               
                 in
                 blood
              
               ,
            
             
               Only
               to
               purchase
               to
               themselves
               a
               name
               ,
            
             
               And
               never
               think
               
                 to
                 have
                 their
                 fill
                 of
                 fame
                 ,
              
            
             
               Whilst
               mean
               time
               ,
               (
               ah
               poor
               souls
               !
               how
               Iregrate
            
             
               There
               as
               ridiculous
               ,
               as
               illustrious
               state
               !
               )
            
             
               With
               all
               their
               glorious
               power
               they
               but
               appear
            
             
               To
               us
               like
               squibs
               ,
               that
               squandring
               here
               and
               there
               ,
            
             
               Put
               the
               admiring
               rabble
               in
               a
               fear
               ,
            
             
               Who
               know
               not
               what
               they
               are
               ,
               but
               men
               of
               sense
            
             
               Are
               not
               afraid
               of
               
                 of
                 their
                 imper●nence
              
               ;
            
             
               For
               in
               an
               instant
               ,
               as
               with
               crackling
               noise
               ,
            
             
               Affording
               only
               sport
               to
               wanton
               Boyes
               ,
            
             
               These
               fly
               in
               smoak
               ,
               so
               
                 these
                 men
              
               in
               a
               tryce
               ,
            
             
               After
               they
               've
               damp'd
               us
               with
               
                 their
                 cruelties
              
               ,
            
             
               Afford
               us
               sport
               in
               
                 their
                 own
                 Tragedies
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               then
               is
               Man
               who
               rambles
               every
               where
               ,
            
             
               To
               catch
               a
               name
               who
               doth
               no
               labour
               spare
            
             
               T'
               attain
               his
               point
               :
               running
               ,
               he
               cares
               not
               whether
               ,
            
             
               Killing
               ,
               and
               spoiling
               ,
               mixing
               all
               together
               ,
            
             
               In
               his
               hot
               fury
               :
               sparing
               no
               expence
               ,
            
             
               To
               show
               the
               world
               
                 his
                 great
                 magnificence
              
               :
            
             
               Whilst
               really
               ,
               he
               's
               but
               like
               one
               of
               those
               ,
            
             
               Who
               ,
               at
               our
               Fairs
               ,
               do
               set
               up
               
                 publick
                 Shows
              
               ;
            
             
               And
               with
               his
               Drums
               ,
               and
               Trumpets
               makes
               a
               noise
               ,
            
             
               In
               Streets
               ,
               and
               Lanes
               ,
               assembling
               all
               the
               Boyes
               ,
            
             
               And
               Girles
               about
               the
               Town
               but
               by
               and
               by
               ,
            
             
               His
               Licence
               now
               run
               out
               ,
               he
               silently
            
             
               Packs
               up
               his
               Trinkets
               ,
               and
               by
               break
               of
               day
               ,
            
             
               Out
               of
               the
               Town
               he
               meanly
               sneaks
               away
               .
            
             
               So
               man
               ,
               on
               Earth
               ,
               for
               a
               small
               term
               of
               years
               ,
            
             
               Makes
               no
               small
               noise
               ,
               and
               then
               he
               disappears
               .
            
          
           
             
               Have
               you
               not
               seen
               a
               
                 silly
                 Butter-flee
              
            
             
               Attacque
               the
               
                 flaming
                 light
              
               ,
               and
               wantonly
            
             
               Hover
               about
               it
               ,
               for
               some
               little
               space
               ,
            
             
               Until
               its
               wings
               begin
               to
               burn
               apace
               ;
            
             
               And
               then
               
                 the
                 helpless
                 Creature
              
               ,
               in
               a
               tryce
               ,
            
             
               Sticks
               to
               the
               Candle
               ,
               
                 spurns
                 a
                 while
                 ,
                 and
                 dyes
                 .
              
            
             
               So
               on
               this
               dangerous
               Earth
               —
               —
            
             
             
               Stuck
               full
               of
               all
               
                 the
                 species
                 of
                 death
              
            
             
               Th'
               adventuring
               mortal
               
                 arm'd
                 with
                 single
                 breath
              
               ,
            
             
               Boldlie
               appears
               .
               —
               what
               next
               ?
               —
               why
               
                 in
                 he
                 flies
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Buzzes
                 a
                 while
                 about
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 and
                 dies
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Is
               this
               the
               thing
               then
               we
               call
               Man
               !
               alace
            
             
               This
               
                 the
                 Heir
                 Male
              
               of
               the
               first
               mortals
               race
               !
            
             
               This
               
                 Man
                 of
                 Woman
                 born
              
               ,
               whose
               foolish
               years
            
             
               Are
               wasted
               in
               a
               tract
               of
               cares
               ,
               and
               tears
               !
            
             
               If
               this
               be
               he
               ,
               
                 that
                 proud
                 and
                 ,
                 lofty
                 creature
                 ,
              
            
             
               Who
               calls
               himself
               
                 the
                 Master-peece
                 of
                 Nature
              
               ,
            
             
               Why
               sure
               he
               seems
               to
               me
               
                 so
                 mean
                 a
                 thing
              
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               is
               hardly
               worth
               our
               mentioning
               .
            
          
           
             
               Strange
               then
               kind
               Females
               should
               be
               at
               such
               pain
               ▪
            
             
               In
               bringing
               to
               the
               world
               a
               
                 thing
                 so
                 mean
              
               !
            
             
               A
               thing
               ,
               which
               valued
               by
               just
               Estimation
               ,
            
             
               Is
               scarcely
               worth
               
                 the
                 pains
                 of
                 Procreation
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               ,
               after
               all
               ,
               (
               say
               of
               him
               ,
               what
               we
               can
               ,
               )
            
             
               This
               
                 empty
                 thing
              
               is
               all
               we
               have
               for
               Man.
            
             
               Yes
               in
               this
               very
               
                 piece
                 of
                 miniature
              
               ,
            
             
               So
               long
               indeed
               ,
               as
               Heavens
               ,
               and
               Earth
               endure
               ,
            
             
               We
               see
               the
               Image
               ,
               Glory
               ,
               Wit
               ,
               and
               Power
               ,
            
             
               Of
               him
               ,
               who
               fram'd
               him
               ;
               so
               that
               ,
               to
               this
               hour
               ,
            
             
               In
               
                 this
                 same
                 Man
              
               ,
               with
               no
               small
               admiration
               ,
            
             
               We
               read
               
                 th'
                 Abridgment
                 of
                 the
                 whole
                 creation
                 .
              
            
             
               This
               is
               
                 the
                 Lord
                 of
                 Earth
              
               :
               —
               yes
               this
               is
               he
               ,
            
             
               Who
               holds
               o'
               th'
               King
               of
               Heaven
               ,
               in
               capite
               ,
            
             
               This
               goodly
               Mannor
               ,
               and
               that
               as
               appears
               ,
            
             
               In
               
                 Mort
                 main
              
               too
               ,
               to
               him
               ,
               and
               all
               his
               Heirs
               ,
            
             
               
                 For
                 payment
                 only
                 of
                 some
                 Tears
                 and
                 Pray'rs
                 .
              
            
             
               I
               this
               same
               fair
               and
               fruitful
               Seigniory
            
             
               Was
               once
               indeed
               
                 his
                 settled
                 Property
              
               ,
            
             
               For
               ever
               in
               his
               Person
               to
               endure
               ,
            
             
               Full
               ,
               and
               in
               peace
               ,
               
                 before
                 the
                 forfeiture
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               ,
               O
               
                 th●u
                 man
              
               ,
               to
               whom
               in
               Paradise
               ,
            
             
               This
               
                 fair
                 Appanage
              
               God
               did
               first
               demise
               ,
            
             
               
                 Man
                 not
                 of
                 Woman
                 ●orn
              
               ,
               thou
               poorly
               sold
               ,
            
             
               (
               What
               was
               not
               to
               be
               purchassed
               for
               Gold
               )
            
             
               Both
               thine
               ,
               alace
               ,
               and
               our
               felicity
               ,
            
             
               For
               
                 a
                 mean
                 toy
              
               ;
               and
               for
               thy
               fault
               ,
               we
               dye
               .
            
             
               Ah!
               hadst
               not
               thou
               ,
               
                 with
                 dull
                 indifference
              
               ,
            
             
               Exchang'd
               thy
               opulent
               
                 state
                 of
                 Innocence
              
               ,
            
             
               For
               this
               poor
               mortal
               state
               ,
               which
               we
               possess
               ,
            
             
               What
               Art
               could
               have
               express'd
               man's
               happiness
               ?
            
             
               He
               could
               for
               ever
               have
               retain'd
               his
               breath
               ,
            
             
               And
               bid
               defyance
               to
               the
               force
               of
               death
               ;
            
             
               He
               had
               ,
               with
               great
               convenience
               ,
               eat
               his
               Bread
               ,
            
             
               And
               call'd
               himself
               
                 the
                 Lord
                 of
                 Earth
                 indeed
              
               .
            
             
               But
               now
               ,
               that
               in
               continued
               miseries
               ,
            
             
               He
               lives
               a
               while
               ,
               then
               miserably
               dies
               ,
            
             
               He
               owes
               to
               thee
               :
               and
               for
               
                 thy
                 curious
                 Crime
              
               ,
            
             
               He
               and
               his
               Race
               are
               eaten
               up
               by
               time
               ,
            
             
               As
               Oxen
               eat
               up
               Grass
               .
               —
            
          
           
             
               Then
               what
               are
               all
               these
               things
               we
               pleasures
               call
               ,
            
             
               Wealth
               ,
               Honours
               ,
               Issue
               ,
               Fame
               !
               —
               What
               are
               they
               all
               ?
            
             
             
               When
               man
               must
               dye
               !
               —
               when
               he
               must
               formally
            
             
               Abandon
               all
               these
               pleasant
               things
               ,
               and
               dye
               !
            
             
               Yes
               dy
               ,
               e
               and
               as
               into
               the
               world
               he
               came
               ,
            
             
               Naked
               ,
               and
               poor
               ,
               go
               out
               of
               it
               the
               same
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               ,
               as
               a
               flower
               its
               beauty
               doth
               display
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               suddainly
               doth
               moulder
               ,
               and
               decay
               :
            
             
               So
               man
               in
               g●y
               ,
               and
               verdant
               youth
               appears
               ,
            
             
               Most
               glorious
               
                 in
                 the
                 Summer
                 of
                 his
                 years
              
               ;
            
             
               Void
               of
               all
               sorrow
               ,
               and
               anxiety
               ,
            
             
               Spread
               like
               a
               Garden-flower
               :
               but
               by
               ,
               and
               by
               ,
            
             
               When
               he
               is
               cross'd
               with
               thoughts
               ,
               and
               businesse
               ,
            
             
               His
               Tulip-colours
               disappear
               apace
               .
            
             
               And
               ,
               as
               a
               shadow
               ,
               when
               the
               Sun
               is
               gone
               ,
            
             
               Appears
               no
               more
               ,
               but
               vanisheth
               annon
               ,
            
             
               So
               all
               his
               beauty
               vanisheth
               ,
               and
               now
            
             
               Wrinkles
               succeed
               it
               ,
               and
               ,
               with
               much
               ado
               ,
            
             
               His
               face
               is
               known
               to
               those
               ,
               who
               formerly
            
             
               Knew
               him
               i'
               th'
               days
               of
               adolescency
               .
            
             
               At
               length
               Time
               fairly
               turns
               his
               Glass
               ;
               and
               now
            
             
               The
               Fable's
               done
               ,
               and
               there
               's
               no
               more
               to
               do
            
             
               But
               that
               —
               —
            
             
               Wrapp'd
               up
               in
               Home-spun
               Winding-sheet
               (
               O
               brave
               !
            
             
               The
               
                 Lord
                 of
                 Earth
              
               be
               thrown
               into
               his
               Grave
               .
            
          
           
             
               Almighty
               God!
               what
               fluctuating
               thing
               
            
             
               Is
               this
               same
               Man
               !
               how
               frail
               ,
               and
               perishing
               !
            
             
               How
               subject
               to
               himself
               !
               how
               much
               a
               slave
            
             
               To
               passion
               ,
               from
               the
               Belly
               to
               the
               Grave
               !
            
             
               Nay
               such
               a
               piece
               of
               meer
               formality
               ,
            
             
               (
               Though
               Mantled
               with
               a
               glorious
               vanity
            
             
               Of
               Wit
               ,
               Birth
               ,
               Riches
               ,
               Learning
               ,
               Honours
               ,
               all
               ,
            
             
               Which
               he
               doth
               his
               appurtenances
               call
               )
            
             
               That
               even
               himself
               ,
               when
               ,
               
                 with
                 impartial
                 eye
                 ▪
              
            
             
               In
               
                 Reasons
                 Looking
                 glass
              
               ,
               he
               doth
               survey
            
             
               His
               worldly
               state
               ,
               perceives
               that
               all
               he
               can
            
             
               Pretend
               ,
               at
               most
               to
               ,
               is
               —
               
                 to
                 be
                 a
                 Man.
              
            
             
               A
               man
               of
               woes
               ,
               and
               sorrows
               ,
               cares
               and
               fears
               ,
            
             
               A
               poor
               retainer
               to
               some
               painful
               years
               .
            
             
               A
               short-li●d
               man
               ,
               who
               rarely
               doth
               attain
            
             
               To
               th'
               age
               of
               sixty
               ,
               and
               doth
               still
               complain
            
             
               Either
               of
               pains
               of
               Body
               ,
               or
               of
               Mind
               ,
            
             
               So
               long
               as
               within
               bounds
               of
               Life
               confin'd
               .
            
             
               So
               that
               ,
               if
               th'
               hadst
               not
               let
               him
               understand
               ,
            
             
               He
               's
               chief
               of
               all
               the
               Labours
               of
               thy
               Hand
               ;
            
             
               He
               'd
               think
               himself
               ,
               in
               this
               same
               contemplation
               ,
            
             
               The
               very
               meanest
               part
               of
               the
               Creation
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               dost
               thou
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               thou
               high
               ,
               and
               Heavenly
               King
               ,
            
             
               Take
               special
               notice
               of
               
                 this
                 foolish
                 thing
              
               :
            
             
               Thou
               look'st
               upon
               him
               ,
               with
               a
               careful
               eye
               ,
            
             
               And
               tak'st
               the
               pains
               ,
               for
               his
               security
               ,
            
             
               T'
               enclose
               him
               ,
               with
               a
               
                 wall
                 of
                 Providence
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               keeps't
               a
               constant
               Watch
               ,
               for
               his
               Defence
               ,
            
             
               Both
               day
               ,
               and
               night
               :
               so
               that
               the
               power
               of
               Hell
            
             
               Cannot
               against
               him
               with
               their
               Plots
               ,
               prevail
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               guarded
               thus
               ,
               and
               so
               well
               for
               tifi'd
            
             
             
               By
               his
               Creators
               Art
               on
               every
               side
               ▪
            
             
               Yes
               ,
               and
               of
               late
               too
               ,
               I
               was
               one
               of
               those
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               thou
               ,
               with
               a
               strong
               Rampart
               did'st
               enclose
               :
            
             
               But
               now
               thou'hast
               deserted
               me
               ,
               and
               I
            
             
               Unfenc'd
               lye
               open
               to
               the
               Enemy
               .
            
             
               Now
               my
               accusers
               ,
               in
               great
               throngs
               ,
               do
               bring
            
             
               Their
               several
               Charges
               before
               thee
               ,
               
                 my
                 King
              
               :
            
             
               Before
               thee
               I
               
                 as
                 Criminal
              
               appear
            
             
               At
               Bar
               ,
               and
               am
               environed
               with
               fear
               :
            
             
               Now
               thou
               dost
               try
               me
               :
               now
               thou
               dost
               intend
            
             
               To
               bring
               me
               quickly
               to
               a
               shameful
               end
               .
            
          
           
             
               Lord
               ,
               what
               am
               I
               !
               —
               a
               wretched
               dying
               thing
               ,
               
            
             
               Not
               worth
               thy
               wrath
               ,
               not
               worth
               thy
               noticing
               :
            
             
               Why
               try'st
               '
               me
               then
               ,
               with
               such
               severity
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               my
               actings
               maks't
               such
               scrutiny
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               ,
               of
               all
               men
               ,
               I
               had
               most
               transgress'd
            
             
               Thy
               Divine
               Laws
               :
               thou
               hear'st
               I
               have
               confess'd
            
             
               
                 I
                 am
                 a
                 sinner
              
               :
               —
               dost
               thou
               Lord
               ,
               expect
            
             
               That
               mortal
               man
               can
               other
               answer
               make
               ,
            
             
               When
               thou
               dost
               charge
               him
               with
               impiety
               ,
            
             
               Then
               I
               do
               now
               :
               —
               I
               do
               not
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               deny
            
             
               That
               all
               the
               Judgements
               I
               do
               now
               endure
            
             
               Were
               merit
               long
               ago
               :
               for
               I
               am
               sure
            
             
               
                 That
                 man
                 was
                 never
                 born
                 ,
                 since
              
               Adams
               Fall
               ,
            
             
               
                 That
                 can
                 affirm
                 he
                 never
                 sinn'd
                 at
                 all
                 .
              
            
             
               What
               then
               wouldst
               '
               have
               me
               say
               ?
               —
               I
               do
               confess
            
             
               I
               am
               
                 all
                 sin
              
               ,
               I
               am
               
                 all
                 guiltiness
              
               :
            
             
               Can
               any
               thing
               that
               's
               good
               from
               me
               proceed
               ?
            
             
               No
               sure
               ,
               then
               judge
               me
               ,
               for
               I
               cannot
               plead
            
             
               
                 Not
                 guilty
              
               :
               I
               'm
               unclean
               ,
               and
               
                 who
                 can
                 bring
              
            
             
               
                 That
                 which
                 is
                 clean
                 ,
                 out
                 of
                 an
                 unclean
                 thing
                 ?
              
            
          
           
             
               Then
               ,
               since
               it
               is
               so
               ,
               since
               I
               cann't
               deny
               
            
             
               I
               have
               abounded
               in
               iniquity
               :
            
             
               Since
               I
               'm
               found
               guilty
               ,
               and
               condemn'd
               ,
               why
               then
               ,
            
             
               I
               ask
               but
               what
               is
               granted
               amongst
               men
               ,
            
             
               On
               such
               occasions
               ,
               to
               a
               Criminal
               ,
            
             
               Who
               freely
               at
               the
               Bar
               confesses
               all
            
             
               Of
               what
               he
               hears
               himself
               accus'd
               ,
               and
               so
            
             
               Himself
               on
               mercy
               of
               the
               Court
               doth
               throw
               .
            
             
               Then
               what
               I
               beg
               ,
               great
               Judge
               ,
               what
               I
               demand
            
             
               Is
               not
               to
               live
               (
               because
               I
               understand
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               ,
               am
               sadly
               circumstantiat
               now
               ,
            
             
               
                 Death
                 will
                 oblige
                 me
                 more
                 ,
                 than
                 Life
                 can
                 do
                 .
                 )
              
            
             
               But
               only
               ,
               since
               I
               have
               confess'd
               my
               Crime
               ,
            
             
               I
               may
               be
               but
               reprived
               for
               some
               time
               :
            
             
               That
               I
               may
               have
               some
               leasure
               to
               repent
               ,
            
             
               And
               not
               ,
               at
               least
               ,
               out
               of
               the
               World
               be
               sent
               ,
            
             
               With
               all
               my
               sins
               about
               me
               .
               —
            
          
           
             
               Remember
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               how
               man
               is
               
                 in
                 his
                 prime
              
               ,
            
             
               But
               a
               poor
               Gleaner
               of
               a
               
                 scattered
                 time
              
               :
            
             
               A
               calculator
               of
               some
               triffling
               years
               :
            
             
               An
               Almanack
               of
               sorrows
               ,
               woes
               ,
               and
               tears
               ▪
            
             
               Are
               not
               his
               days
               ,
               and
               months
               determined
               ?
            
             
               His
               bounds
               design'd
               ,
               which
               he
               cannot
               exceed
               ?
            
          
           
             
             
               Let
               then
               his
               bitter
               persecution
               cease
               ,
               
            
             
               That
               ,
               for
               some
               time
               this
               Creature
               may
               have
               peace
               :
            
             
               That
               he
               ,
               at
               least
               ,
               may
               be
               allow'd
               to
               live
               ,
            
             
               Until
               the
               time
               appointed
               shall
               arrive
            
             
               
                 When
                 he
                 must
                 die
              
               :
               —
               the
               day
               ,
               wherein
               he
               must
            
             
               Quite
               this
               vain
               world
               ,
               and
               return
               to
               Dust.
            
             
               For
               ,
               as
               a
               Hireling
               .
               labourer
               doth
               attend
            
             
               The
               hour
               ,
               which
               to
               his
               Work
               may
               put
               an
               end
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               may
               have
               his
               Wages
               ,
               and
               some
               rest
            
             
               From
               
                 his
                 hard
                 labour
              
               :
               so
               ,
               with
               cares
               oppress
               't
               ,
            
             
               Poor
               Man
               for
               his
               
                 appointed
                 time
              
               doth
               wait
            
             
               Wherein
               his
               foolish
               labours
               soon
               ,
               or
               late
            
             
               May
               have
               an
               end
               ;
               that
               so
               
                 the
                 wearied
                 slave
              
            
             
               May
               quietly
               lyedown
               ,
               and
               sleep
               in
               Grave
               .
            
          
           
             
               That
               he
               may
               sleep
               in
               Grave
               ,
               and
               be
               no
               more
               
            
             
               A
               slave
               to
               sorrow
               ,
               as
               he
               was
               before
            
             
               Though
               he
               should
               there
               ,
               without
               all
               hopes
               remain
               ,
            
             
               Of
               ever
               seeing
               
                 his
                 dear
                 World
              
               again
               ,
            
             
               His
               
                 darling
                 World
              
               ,
               which
               he
               so
               much
               esteem'd
               ;
            
             
               Of
               which
               scarce
               more
               than
               Embryo
               ,
               he
               dream'd
               :
            
             
               But
               ,
               when
               in
               Grave
               ,
               he
               thinks
               no
               more
               upon
            
             
               
                 His
                 World
              
               ,
               for
               all
               these
               notions
               then
               are
               gone
               .
            
             
               Those
               thoughts
               do
               with
               the
               Carrion
               buried
               lye
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               his
               Soul
               ,
               '
               
                 t
                 is
                 all
                 Eternity
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               then
               ,
               alace
               !
               —
               ah
               thus
               we
               plainly
               see
            
             
               Man's
               in
               a
               worse
               condition
               than
               a
               Tree
               :
            
             
               For
               of
               a
               Tree
               cut
               down
               there
               's
               still
               some
               hope
            
             
               It
               yet
               may
               sprout
               ,
               and
               spread
               its
               lofty
               top
               ;
            
          
           
             
               Although
               its
               scattered
               roots
               now
               old
               ,
               and
               dry
               ,
               
            
             
               Sapless
               ,
               and
               barren
               ,
               under
               Ground
               may
               dye
               :
            
             
               And
               what
               of
               Trunk
               remains
               may
               every
               day
               ,
            
             
               In
               Dust
               ,
               and
               Pouder
               moulder
               and
               decay
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               sucking
               moisture
               from
               some
               Rivolet
               ,
               
            
             
               Whose
               frugal
               Streams
               doth
               scarce
               its
               Channel
               wet
               ,
            
             
               It
               quickly
               will
               revive
               ,
               and
               bud
               again
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               in
               short
               time
               ,
               spread
               out
               its
               Boughs
               amain
               ,
            
             
               As
               formerly
               ,
               and
               so
               arrive
               ,
               at
               length
            
             
               Unto
               its
               wonted
               comliness
               ,
               and
               strength
               ,
            
          
           
             
               But
               ah
               poor
               man
               upon
               his
               Sick-bed
               lyes
               ,
               
            
             
               Sighs
               out
               his
               Breath
               ,
               and
               like
               a
               Candle
               dyes
            
             
               Drown'd
               in
               its
               Socket
               ,
               without
               hopes
               ,
               alace
               !
            
             
               Of
               ever
               living
               in
               his
               former
               case
               ,
            
             
               Without
               all
               hopes
               ,
               not
               sprouting
               like
               a
               Tree
               ,
            
             
               Only
               falls
               sick
               ,
               and
               dyes
               —
               and
               where
               is
               he
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Ah
               where
               is
               he
               !
               —
               he
               who
               did
               once
               appear
               ;
               
            
             
               And
               thought
               of
               nothing
               less
               than
               death
               ,
               while
               here
               :
            
             
               Where
               is
               he
               now
               ?
               —
               where
               is
               this
               rambler
               gone
               ?
            
             
               What
               's
               become
               of
               him
               ?
               —
               pray'
               what
               has
               he
               done
               ?
            
             
               What
               has
               
                 Earths
                 darling
              
               done
               ,
               that
               he
               should
               dye
               ,
            
             
               And
               slip
               out
               of
               the
               World
               so
               shamefully
               ?
            
             
               Why
               Man
               is
               gone
               :
               he
               's
               now
               no
               more
               :
               —
               he
               's
               dead
               ,
            
             
               He
               's
               now
               in
               deep
               oblivion
               burried
               :
            
             
               There
               's
               no
               more
               of
               him
               .
               —
               For
               as
               Floods
               ,
               and
               Seas
            
             
               Are
               dryed
               up
               ,
               when
               Waters
               from
               them
               pass
            
             
             
               To
               other
               Channels
               :
               
                 so
                 man
                 vanisheth
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 is
                 an
                 empty
                 nothing
                 after
                 death
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               
                 A
                 nothing
              
               !
               —
               nay
               —
               hold
               here
               ,
               I
               must
               correct
               
            
             
               My
               error
               ,
               and
               in
               this
               my
               passion
               check
               .
            
             
               For
               ,
               though
               to
               outward
               view
               ,
               and
               reasoning
               ,
            
             
               
                 Man
                 in
                 his
                 Grave
              
               appears
               to
               be
               a
               thing
            
             
               Useless
               ,
               trod
               under
               foot
               ,
               esteem'd
               by
               none
            
             
               But
               hurryed
               in
               supine
               oblivion
               :
            
             
               Yet
               this
               same
               Trunk
               ,
               which
               under
               ground
               doth
               lie
            
             
               Wants
               not
               
                 its
                 hope
                 of
                 Immortality
              
               ,
            
             
               For
               ,
               after
               many
               years
               it
               may
               revive
               ,
            
             
               Shake
               off
               its
               
                 Circumambient
                 Dust
              
               ,
               and
               live
            
             
               More
               firm
               ,
               and
               solid
               than
               it
               did
               before
               ,
            
             
               In
               a
               continued
               peace
               ,
               and
               die
               no
               more
               .
            
             
               Yes
               ,
               as
               the
               waters
               from
               the
               Ocean
               flow
               ▪
            
             
               Through
               
                 Subterraneous
                 Passages
              
               ,
               that
               so
            
             
               They
               in
               Earths
               Bowels
               may
               be
               purifi'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               free
               '
               of
               former
               saltness
               ,
               gently
               slide
            
             
               Through
               clifts
               of
               rocks
               ,
               and
               unknown
               passages
            
             
               Into
               some
               thirsty
               Channel
               ,
               and
               encrease
            
             
               Its
               dwindling
               Streams
               ,
               then
               by
               degrees
               amain
            
             
               Return
               to
               their
               
                 own
                 Oce●n
              
               again
               .
            
             
               So
               from
               
                 the
                 Sea
                 of
                 Life
              
               man
               sof●lie
               flowes
            
             
               Into
               
                 the
                 Grave
              
               ,
               where
               he
               doth
               onlie
               loss
            
             
               His
               former
               saltnesse
               ,
               and
               aciditie
               ,
            
             
               And
               there
               in
               closs
               Repositure
               doth
               lie
               ,
            
             
               
                 While
                 he
                 be
                 fitted
                 for
                 Eternity
                 .
              
            
             
               'T
               is
               true
               he
               sleeps
               ,
               and
               shall
               not
               rise
               before
            
             
               Th'
               appointed
               time
               that
               Heavens
               shall
               be
               no
               more
               :
            
             
               But
               when
               that
               time
               shall
               come
               ,
               that
               blessed
               time
               ,
            
             
               No
               new-blowen
               Rose
               ,
               no
               Lilly
               in
               its
               prime
            
             
               Shall
               smell
               so
               fragrant
               ,
               and
               appear
               so
               fair
               ,
            
             
               So
               livelie
               ,
               so
               in
               beautie
               singular
               ,
            
             
               So
               fresh
               ,
               so
               gay
               ,
               so
               bright
               ,
               so
               purifi'd
               ,
            
             
               As
               this
               same
               man
               ,
               
                 who
                 we
                 suppos'd
                 had
                 die'd
              
               ,
            
             
               Shrunk
               into
               dust
               ,
               and
               in
               cold
               earth
               engross't
               ,
            
             
               
                 This
                 man
              
               ,
               whom
               we
               had
               given
               o're
               for
               lost
               ;
            
             
               When
               that
               bless'd
               time
               arrives
               ,
               shall
               re-appear
            
             
               More
               pure
               ,
               and
               act
               in
               a
               most
               glorious
               Sphere
               ,
            
             
               Than
               ere
               
                 the
                 Scenick
                 Creature
              
               could
               do
               here
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thrice
               happy
               those
               then
               ,
               who
               in
               grave
               do
               rest
               ,
               
            
             
               Whom
               no
               sad
               crosses
               of
               this
               life
               infest
               !
            
             
               How
               much
               I
               envy
               their
               Felicity
               !
            
             
               How
               fain
               would
               I
               enjoy
               their
               company
               .
            
             
               Lord
               ,
               then
               that
               thou
               wouldst
               hide
               me
               in
               this
               grave
               !
            
             
               Good
               Lord
               ,
               that
               such
               a
               wretch
               as
               I
               might
               have
            
             
               The
               benefit
               of
               
                 that
                 closs
                 Sanctuary
              
               ,
            
             
               In
               which
               I
               might
               ,
               but
               for
               a
               season
               ,
               tarry
               ,
            
             
               Until
               thy
               wrath
               were
               past
               ,
               thy
               anger
               gone
               ,
            
             
               And
               those
               had
               storms
               of
               Judgments
               overblown
               :
            
             
               Then
               ,
               of
               thy
               goodnesse
               ,
               please
               to
               let
               me
               know
            
             
               How
               long
               I
               must
               those
               Torments
               undergo
               :
            
             
               How
               long
               my
               sufferings
               must
               endure
               ,
               and
               then
               ▪
            
             
               Remember
               me
               ,
               in
               mercy
               ,
               once
               again
               .
            
             
             
               O
               let
               me
               find
               thy
               kindnesse
               ,
               once
               before
            
             
               I
               drop
               out
               of
               this
               World
               ,
               and
               be
               no
               more
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               O
               I
               see
               my
               torments
               do
               encreasse
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               ,
               whilst
               I
               live
               ,
               shall
               enjoy
               no
               peace
               .
            
             
               I
               therefore
               wish
               to
               dye
               ,
               as
               th●se
               oppress
               't
            
             
               With
               toile
               ,
               and
               labour
               ,
               wish
               to
               be
               at
               rest
               .
            
             
               Now
               ,
               if
               a
               man
               once
               in
               
                 this
                 Gulf
                 of
                 Death
              
            
             
               Be
               drown'd
               ,
               pray
               shall
               he
               re-assume
               his
               Breath
               ?
            
             
               Shall
               he
               revive
               ?
               —
               yes
               ,
               —
               yes
               —
               he
               shall
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               And
               never
               more
               again
               be
               buried
               .
            
             
               I
               'l
               therefore
               wait
               ,
               I
               'l
               therefore
               patiently
            
             
               Attend
               th'
               arrival
               of
               Eternity
               .
            
             
               At
               least
               I
               'l
               wait
               ,
               until
               the
               hour
               shall
               come
            
             
               That
               must
               restore
               me
               ;
               which
               
                 although
                 to
                 some
              
            
             
               
                 It
                 be
                 a
                 question
              
               ,
               it
               to
               me
               is
               none
               ,
            
             
               For
               ,
               with
               assurance
               ,
               I
               relye
               upon
            
             
               My
               Makers
               goodnesse
               ,
               and
               believe
               that
               God
            
             
               Will
               to
               my
               sufferings
               set
               a
               period
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               shall
               my
               God
               me
               once
               again
               embrace
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               to
               me
               every
               hour
               
                 extend
                 his
                 Grace
              
               .
            
             
               Then
               shall
               I
               Make
               addresse
               to
               him
               ,
               
                 in
                 prayer
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               shall
               no
               sooner
               speak
               ,
               then
               he
               shall
               hear
               ,
            
             
               '
               Shall
               answer
               every
               thing
               I
               can
               demand
               ,
            
             
               And
               make
               me
               ,
               with
               great
               pleasure
               ▪
               understand
            
             
               
                 The
                 language
                 of
                 the
                 Saints
              
               .
               —
            
          
           
             
               But
               now
               ,
               alace
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               thou
               dost
               calculat
               .
               
            
             
               My
               very
               thoughts
               :
               thou
               dost
               enumerat
            
             
               My
               errors
               ,
               one
               by
               one
               ;
               and
               by
               ,
               and
               by
               ,
            
             
               In
               order
               they
               appear
               before
               thy
               eye
               .
            
             
               There
               's
               no
               concealing
               of
               
                 the
                 smallest
                 sin
              
               ,
            
             
               (
               Though
               in
               the
               breast
               yet
               )
               when
               thou
               dost
               begin
            
             
               To
               reckon
               with
               us
               ;
               neither
               hope
               ,
               nor
               fear
               ,
            
             
               Can
               shelter
               them
               from
               eyes
               so
               sharp
               ,
               and
               clear
               ,
            
             
               But
               streightways
               all
               
                 above
                 board
              
               must
               appear
            
          
           
             
               When
               thou
               dost
               call
               .
               Then
               all
               must
               be
               reveal'd
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               ,
               
                 on
                 the
                 square
              
               be
               summ'd
               ,
               ty'd
               up
               ,
               and
               seal'd
               ,
            
             
               Like
               Money
               in
               a
               Bag
               ,
               that
               thou
               mayst
               know
               ,
            
             
               
                 What
                 each
                 mans
                 judgements
                 '
                 to
                 his
                 sins
                 do
                 owe.
              
            
             
               Nay
               ,
               with
               so
               
                 strict
                 a
                 survey
              
               not
               content
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               anger
               doth
               my
               wickednesse
               augment
               .
            
             
               For
               even
               
                 my
                 moral
                 sins
              
               are
               mustered
            
             
               Before
               thee
               ,
               strictly
               view'd
               ,
               and
               numbered
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               alace
               ,
               am
               shrewdly
               punished
            
             
               For
               sins
               ,
               which
               in
               some
               others
               virtues
               are
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               in
               the
               Worlds
               eyes
               ,
               lawful
               do
               appear
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               must
               I
               thus
               be
               punished
               ,
               good
               Lord
               ?
               
            
             
               Thus
               —
               without
               pity
               ?
               —
               wilt
               thou
               not
               afford
            
             
               But
               some
               small
               respite
               to
               my
               wearied
               Soul
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               may
               have
               some
               leasure
               to
               condole
            
             
               My
               sad
               disasters
               :
               —
               Lord
               have
               pity
               then
            
             
               
                 On
                 me
                 the
                 most
                 disconsolat
                 of
                 men
                 .
              
            
             
               Some
               respite
               I
               beseech
               ,
               some
               interval
               ,
            
             
               Some
               breathing
               time
               ,
               though
               it
               were
               ne'r
               so
               small
               !
            
             
               So
               many
               judgements
               ,
               
                 for
                 one
                 poor
                 mans
                 share
              
               !
            
             
             
               Sure
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               such
               dealing
               is
               not
               ordinar
               .
            
             
               Who
               can
               endure
               thy
               anger
               ?
               at
               this
               rate
               ,
            
             
               'T
               would
               tear
               the
               very
               Rocks
               out
               of
               their
               Seat
               ,
            
             
               'T
               would
               make
               the
               proudest
               Mountains
               tumble
               down
               ,
            
             
               And
               crumble
               into
               thousand
               pieces
               soon
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 Such
                 wrath
              
               would
               make
               
                 the
                 wounded
                 Ocean
              
               roar
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               spread
               its
               Billows
               far
               beyond
               its
               Shore
               .
            
             
               'T
               would
               cause
               a
               Deluge
               in
               the
               Earth
               :
               —
               
                 such
                 wrath
              
            
             
               Would
               kill
               all
               Cratures
               ,
               that
               on
               it
               do
               breath
               .
            
             
               For
               ,
               as
               the
               Waters
               hardest
               stones
               do
               break
               ,
            
             
               When
               through
               the
               grounds
               a
               rapid
               course
               they
               take
               ,
            
             
               
                 So
                 ,
                 by
                 thy
                 anger
                 Man
                 is
                 broke
                 to
                 pieces
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Pounded
                 to
                 dust
              
               :
               and
               as
               thy
               wrath
               encreases
               ,
            
             
               So
               all
               his
               hopes
               decay
               ,
               and
               in
               a
               tryce
               .
            
             
               
                 Poor
                 pensive
                 Man
                 whines
                 out
                 his
                 life
                 ,
                 and
                 dyes
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Unhappy
               Man
               !
               —
               alace
               
                 his
                 hopes
              
               still
               fail
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               'gainst
               him
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               thou
               alwayes
               dost
               prevail
               .
            
             
               Thy
               hand
               doth
               reach
               him
               ,
               when
               he
               least
               doth
               dream
               ,
            
             
               Of
               danger
               ,
               then
               ,
               
                 with
                 infamy
                 ,
                 and
                 shame
              
               ,
            
             
               He
               steals
               out
               of
               the
               World
               ,
               he
               slips
               away
               ,
            
             
               Like
               the
               Night-vapours
               ,
               at
               approach
               of
               day
               .
            
             
               And
               ,
               as
               a
               Thief
               ,
               whom
               
                 huy
                 ,
                 and
                 cry
              
               doth
               chace
               ,
            
             
               Lest
               he
               be
               catch'd
               ,
               disfigures
               all
               his
               face
               ,
            
             
               So
               ,
               
                 with
                 sad
                 grinnings
              
               ,
               Man
               to
               Grave
               doth
               pass
               ,
            
          
           
             
               He
               dyes
               ,
               —
               he
               dyes
               ,
               —
               he
               's
               buried
               annon
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               with
               him
               all
               
                 his
                 Troops
                 of
                 hopes
              
               are
               gone
               .
            
             
               His
               Sons
               survive
               him
               ,
               but
               he
               knows
               not
               how
            
             
               Those
               men
               demean
               themselves
               ,
               nor
               what
               they
               do
               :
            
             
               To
               
                 what
                 profession
              
               they
               they
               themselves
               betake
               ,
            
             
               What
               Figure
               in
               this
               Life
               
                 those
                 Fools
              
               do
               make
               :
            
             
               What
               part
               they
               act
               :
               what
               state
               they
               represent
               ,
            
             
               I'
               th'
               Theatre
               of
               the
               World
               :
               whether
               content
            
             
               With
               the
               sweet
               Blessings
               of
               a
               privat
               Life
               ,
            
             
               Or
               ,
               if
               involv'd
               in
               a
               continual
               strife
               ,
            
             
               In
               tedious
               Pleas
               ,
               in
               Fraud
               ,
               and
               Perjury
               ,
            
             
               To
               raise
               a
               thing
               men
               call
               
                 a
                 Family
              
               .
            
             
               No
               ,
               —
               he
               knows
               not
               what
               men
               his
               Sons
               shall
               be
               ,
            
             
               Preferr'd
               to
               honours
               ,
               or
               of
               
                 low
                 degree
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Though
               here
               ,
               with
               great
               anxiety
               ,
               and
               care
               ,
               
            
             
               He
               eats
               
                 his
                 own
                 Flesh
              
               ,
               for
               his
               dayly
               Fare
               .
            
             
               In
               flames
               of
               grief
               his
               very
               Heart
               doth
               burn
               ,
            
             
               And.
               whilst
               his
               Soul
               is
               in
               him
               ,
               it
               doth
               mourn
               ,
            
             
               When
               he
               but
               thinks
               ,
               in
               what
               condition
            
             
               His
               Family
               shall
               be
               ,
               when
               he
               is
               gone
               .
            
             
               Whilst
               ,
               with
               
                 a
                 Femal
                 curiosity
              
               ,
            
             
               He
               endeavours
               to
               learn
               ,
               before
               he
               dye
               ,
            
             
               What
               shall
               be
               th'
               state
               of
               his
               Posterity
               .
            
             
               He
               'd
               fain
               ascertain
               
                 his
                 ill
                 -
                 purchas'd
                 wealth
              
            
             
               Upon
               his
               brats
               ,
               what
               he
               has
               got
               ,
               by
               Stealth
               ,
            
             
               By
               Fraud
               ,
               by
               Rapine
               ,
               Lying
               ,
               and
               Debate
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               his
               Race
               he
               'd
               fain
               perpetuat
               .
            
             
               Entails
               ,
               in
               strictest
               form
               he
               causes
               draw
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               he
               would
               to
               Providence
               give
               Law
               :
            
             
             
               As
               if
               he
               'd
               regulat
               the
               Winds
               ,
               and
               show
            
             
               Out
               of
               what
               Point
               they
               constantly
               should
               blow
               :
            
             
               Or
               fetter
               up
               
                 the
                 raging
                 Ocean
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               make
               it
               alwayes
               calm
               :
               —
               so
               
                 foolish
                 man
              
               ,
            
             
               By
               
                 strong
                 Entails
              
               ,
               in
               form
               of
               Covenant
               ,
            
             
               Stuff'd
               up
               with
               
                 threatning
                 cl●●ses
                 irritant
              
               ,
            
             
               With
               substitutions
               ,
               and
               —
               I
               know
               not
               what
               —
            
             
               (
               All
               
                 legal
                 fetters
              
               ,
               )
               fain
               would
               captivat
            
             
               Some
               
                 little
                 spot
                 of
                 Earth
              
               ,
               and
               there
               enstate
            
             
               His
               Family
               ,
               with
               that
               perfection
               ,
            
             
               That
               Providence
               on
               Earth
               allows
               to
               none
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               vainly
               toyls
               
                 this
                 Mole
              
               ,
               but
               after
               all
               ,
            
             
               When
               Death
               for
               him
               doth
               peremptorly
               call
               ,
            
             
               He
               leaves
               these
               thoughts
               ,
               and
               so
               he
               leaves
               his
               Race
               ,
            
             
               To
               save
               ,
               or
               spend
               ,
               and
               live
               ,
               even
               as
               they
               please
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Cap.
             XV.
             
          
           
             
               HOw
               delicat
               !
               how
               admirably
               good
               !
               
            
             
               How
               learn'd
               !
               how
               pious
               !
               (
               if
               well
               understood
               ,
               )
            
             
               How
               grave
               !
               how
               solid
               !
               how
               elaborat
            
             
               Was
               Jobs
               discourse
               !
               —
               what
               Mortal
               in
               his
               state
               ,
            
             
               Oppress'd
               with
               sorrow
               could
               himself
               expresse
               ,
            
             
               So
               firmly
               ,
               and
               with
               so
               much
               steadinesse
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Mind
               ,
               as
               this
               afflicted
               man
               has
               done
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               after
               all
               .
               —
            
             
               His
               friend
               ,
               as
               formerly
               ,
               must
               him
               reprove
               ,
            
             
               (
               Whether
               from
               envy
               this
               proceeds
               ,
               or
               love
               ,
            
             
               May
               be
               a
               question
               )
               and
               accordingly
            
             
               Eliphaz
               all
               this
               while
               who
               patiently
            
             
               Had
               heard
               him
               speak
               ,
               at
               length
               resolves
               once
               more
               ,
            
             
               To
               argue
               with
               him
               ,
               as
               he
               did
               before
               .
            
             
               And
               thus
               ,
               in
               terms
               severe
               ,
               and
               violent
               ,
            
             
               Takes
               up
               his
               Brother
               Zophars
               argument
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               should
               a
               wise
               man
               thus
               expresse
               his
               mind
               ,
               
            
             
               In
               words
               ,
               says
               he
               ,
               inconstant
               ,
               as
               the
               wind
               ?
            
             
               
                 Words
                 of
                 no
                 value
                 ,
                 foolish
                 idle
                 words
                 ,
              
            
             
               Such
               ,
               as
               a
               discomposed
               mind
               affords
               .
            
             
               Words
               so
               extrinsick
               to
               the
               case
               in
               hand
               ,
            
             
               As
               ,
               truth
               ,
               I
               think
               thou
               dost
               not
               understand
            
             
               What
               thou
               dost
               speak
               :
               
                 words
                 so
                 extravagant
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 So
                 course
                 ,
                 so
                 dull
                 ,
                 so
                 insignificant
                 ,
              
            
             
               Such
               whining
               words
               .
               so
               childish
               ,
               and
               so
               mean
               ,
            
             
               So
               far
               below
               a
               man
               ,
               so
               poor
               ,
               and
               lean
               ,
            
             
               As
               one
               ,
               that
               were
               not
               in
               his
               judgement
               weak
               ,
            
             
               I
               'm
               confident
               would
               be
               asham'd
               to
               speak
               .
            
             
               Unequal
               words
               :
               
                 words
                 scarce
                 articulat
              
               ;
            
             
               Words
               ,
               Like
               a
               
                 Turtles
                 chattering
              
               ,
               at
               this
               rate
            
             
               Parrots
               ,
               and
               Mag●yes
               might
               be
               taught
               to
               prat
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Then
               should
               a
               wise
               man
               use
               such
               words
               ,
               as
               these
               ?
               
            
             
               Or
               ,
               with
               such
               Language
               ,
               his
               sick
               fancy
               please
               ?
            
             
               Language
               ,
               by
               which
               thou
               dost
               thy
               cause
               abuse
               .
            
             
               Language
               ,
               which
               none
               ,
               but
               Lunaticks
               would
               use
               :
            
             
               
                 Provoking
                 words
              
               ,
               discourse
               not
               tolerable
               ,
            
             
               And
               as
               thy
               case
               is
               ,
               quite
               unprofitable
               :
            
             
               Yet
               ,
               in
               such
               gibbrish
               ,
               thou
               must
               vent
               thy
               mind
               ,
            
             
               But
               ,
               from
               my
               heart
               ,
               I
               'd
               wish
               thou'd
               be
               more
               kind
            
             
               To
               thy
               poor
               self
               ,
               and
               not
               excruciate
               ,
            
             
               With
               sad
               complaints
               ,
               and
               cryings
               ,
               at
               this
               rate
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               troubled
               Soul.
               I's't
               not
               enough
               that
               thou
            
             
               Shouldst
               chide
               thy
               Friends
               ?
               —
               but
               thus
               thy
               Maker
               too
            
             
               T'
               upbraid
               forsooth
               ,
               and
               that
               so
               bitterly
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               our
               God
               could
               do
               an
               injury
            
             
               To
               thee
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               or
               any
               of
               us
               all
               :
            
             
               Then
               why
               shouldst
               thou
               exclaim
               ?
               why
               shouldst
               thou
               baul
               ?
            
             
               When
               God
               in
               justice
               doth
               inflict
               what
               he
            
             
               Judges
               has
               ever
               been
               deserv'd
               by
               thee
               .
            
          
           
             
               Indeed
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               I
               'm
               sorry
               to
               perceive
               
            
             
               Thy
               sad
               condition
               ,
               and
               I
               truely
               grieve
               ,
            
             
               To
               hear
               thee
               cry
               ,
               and
               rave
               incessantly
            
             
               In
               this
               
                 thy
                 feaver
                 of
                 impiety
              
               .
            
             
               Why
               now
               ,
               alace
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               thou
               dost
               appear
            
             
               Designedlie
               t'
               have
               shaken
               off
               all
               fear
            
             
               Of
               God
               Almighty
               :
               thou
               who
               us'd
               to
               pray
               ,
            
             
               And
               pour
               thy
               Soul
               out
               ,
               both
               by
               night
               ,
               and
               day
               ,
            
             
               Before
               thy
               Maker
               :
               now
               ,
               alace
               I
               fear
            
             
               Th'
               hast
               totally
               fogot
               the
               
                 use
                 of
                 prayer
              
               :
            
             
               And
               seem'st
               to
               be
               ,
               
                 by
                 thy
                 unruly
                 passions
              
               ,
            
             
               In
               desuetude
               of
               
                 pious
                 meditations
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Else
               how
               should
               such
               Expressions
               ,
               as
               these
               
            
             
               Proceed
               out
               of
               thy
               mouth
               ?
               such
               passages
            
             
               Of
               simple
               folly
               ,
               as
               no
               wise
               mans
               ear
            
             
               Can
               so
               much
               idle
               talk
               with
               patience
               hear
               .
            
             
               For
               truth
               '
               thou
               talkst
               ,
               like
               one
               ,
               who
               wantonly
            
             
               Makes
               
                 Table
                 ▪
                 jests
              
               of
               Grace
               ,
               and
               Piety
               ▪
            
             
               Who
               laughs
               at
               God
               ,
               and
               all
               that
               he
               hath
               made
               ,
            
             
               Blasphems
               his
               
                 holy
                 name
              
               ,
               and
               makes
               a
               trade
            
             
               To
               treat
               
                 en
                 ridicule
              
               ,
               all
               Providence
               .
            
             
               Arguing
               boldly
               
                 all
                 things
                 come
                 by
                 chance
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Sure
               thou
               deserv'st
               extreamly
               to
               be
               blam'd
               ,
               
            
             
               That
               ,
               in
               the
               eyes
               of
               God
               art
               not
               asham'd
            
             
               To
               talk
               ,
               like
               one
               of
               those
               ,
               
                 whose
                 hearts
                 are
                 seal'd
              
               ,
            
             
               To
               whom
               our
               God
               at
               no
               time
               has
               reveal'd
            
             
               His
               
                 Divine
                 Grace
              
               :
               but
               le
               ts
               them
               foolishly
            
             
               Run
               out
               the
               Course
               of
               
                 their
                 Impiety
              
               .
            
             
               And
               never
               stop
               ,
               till
               some
               Disease
               do
               quell
            
             
               Their
               hot
               Carrier
               ,
               and
               then
               the
               thoughts
               of
               Hell
            
             
               The
               apprehensions
               of
               
                 tormenting
                 Devils
              
            
             
               With
               the
               sad
               prospect
               of
               all
               kind
               of
               Evils
            
             
               May
               some
               Remorse
               from
               those
               poor
               Souls
               procure
               ,
            
             
               But
               these
               good
               thoughts
               no
               longer
               do
               endure
               ,
            
             
               Than
               their
               Disease
               .
               for
               ,
               let
               its
               force
               abate
               ,
            
             
               And
               then
               return
               they
               to
               their
               former
               state
               .
            
             
             
               Like
               one
               of
               those
               ,
               thou
               talkst
               ,
               alace
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
            
             
               When
               wilt
               '
               to
               those
               expressions
               put
               an
               end
               ?
            
             
               For
               thus
               thy
               mouth
               condemns
               thee
               ,
               and
               not
               I
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               conscious
               lips
               against
               the
               testify
               .
            
             
               Thou
               talks't
               ,
               thou
               talks't
               ,
               and
               like
               a
               foolish
               wretch
               ,
            
             
               Wouldst
               fain
               discourse
               of
               things
               above
               thy
               reach
               ,
            
             
               And
               seem'st
               to
               question
               ,
               in
               thy
               frantick
               sense
               ,
            
             
               The
               soveraign
               power
               of
               Divine
               Providence
               .
            
             
               Thou
               talkst
               with
               God
               ,
               as
               wouldst
               with
               one
               of
               us
               ,
            
             
               —
               Why
               thus
               oppress'd
               ?
               why
               am
               I
               punish'd
               thus
               ▪
            
             
               Sayst
               thou
               ,
               why
               are
               my
               steps
               thus
               calculat
               ?
            
             
               And
               all
               my
               errors
               so
               enumerat
               ?
            
             
               As
               if
               forsooth
               ,
               he
               who
               commands
               on
               high
               ,
            
             
               Should
               find
               himself
               oblig'd
               to
               satisfy
            
             
               Thy
               rude
               demands
               :
               as
               if
               forsooth
               that
               he
            
             
               Should
               stoop
               so
               low
               ,
               as
               answer
               such
               as
               thee
               ,
            
             
               In
               all
               thy
               School-boyes
               questions
               ,
               and
               assign
            
             
               A
               reason
               for
               his
               actings
               .
            
             
               Dost
               think
               that
               he
               ,
               who
               did
               us
               all
               Create
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               his
               own
               Breath
               did
               us
               animate
               ,
            
             
               From
               whence
               this
               reason
               (
               
                 of
                 which
                 were
                 so
                 proud
              
               )
            
             
               Flows
               in
               a
               channel
               ,
               can
               be
               understood
            
             
               To
               act
               by
               other
               rules
               ,
               than
               only
               those
            
             
               Of
               
                 undisturbed
                 reason
              
               ?
               dost
               suppose
            
             
               That
               he
               ,
               who
               governs
               all
               by
               upright
               Laws
               ,
            
             
               Would
               punish
               such
               as
               the
               ,
               
                 without
                 a
                 cause
              
               ?
            
             
               Prethee
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               then
               let
               me
               understand
            
             
               Why
               so
               presumptuous
               as
               to
               demand
            
             
               A
               reason
               ,
               why
               thou
               art
               thus
               punished
               ?
            
             
               Dost
               think
               such
               language
               can
               be
               suffered
               ?
            
             
               A
               reason
               from
               
                 the
                 God
                 of
                 reason
              
               !
               sure
            
             
               No
               pious
               ears
               
                 such
                 pratting
              
               can
               endure
               :
            
             
               Dost
               '
               think
               he
               'll
               give
               account
               to
               every
               fool
               ,
            
             
               On
               whom
               he
               uses
               justice
               ,
               
                 by
                 what
                 rule
              
            
             
               
                 He
                 doth
                 proceed
              
               :
               no
               sure
               ,
               he
               will
               not
               do
               it
               ,
            
             
               The
               
                 Majesty
                 of
                 his
                 Laws
              
               will
               not
               allow
               it
               .
            
             
               But
               if
               thou
               wilt
               from
               men
               a
               reason
               know
               ▪
            
             
               'T
               is
               only
               this
               ,
               our
               God
               will
               have
               it
               so
               ,
            
             
               
                 That
                 he
                 may
                 keep
                 aspiring
                 spirits
                 low
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               This
               is
               the
               reason
               ,
               prethee
               rest
               content
               
            
             
               With
               this
               then
               ,
               and
               no
               more
               thy self
               torment
            
             
               With
               asking
               questions
               ,
               why
               thus
               punished
               ?
            
             
               Why
               thus
               afflicted
               ?
               why
               thus
               buffetted
               ?
            
             
               We
               've
               heard
               too
               much
               of
               such
               unwarrantable
               ,
            
             
               And
               shrewd
               discourse
               ,
               discourse
               unsufferable
               :
            
             
               Forbear
               then
               pray
               ,
               for
               all
               those
               sad
               complaints
            
             
               Are
               to
               no
               purpose
               ,
               but
               weak
               arguments
            
             
               Of
               innocence
               ,
               and
               rather
               do
               imply
            
             
               A
               heart
               replenish'd
               with
               impiety
               ,
            
             
               Which
               now
               thou
               labour'st
               to
               conceal
               ,
               in
               vain
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               bewrayst
               thy
               Conscience
               by
               thy
               pain
               .
            
             
               Whence
               all
               this
               arguing
               then
               ?
               
                 this
                 violence
              
            
             
               
                 On
                 reason
              
               ,
               to
               maintain
               thy
               innocence
               !
            
             
             
               What
               need
               of
               all
               this
               reasoning
               ,
               what
               need
            
             
               Of
               words
               ,
               if
               thou
               be
               innocent
               indeed
               !
            
             
               
                 For
                 innocence
                 still
                 for
                 it self
                 will
                 plead
                 .
              
            
             
               Then
               ,
               by
               thy
               favour
               ,
               friend
               ,
               I
               must
               demand
            
             
               What
               ,
               in
               a
               word
               wouldst
               have
               us
               understand
            
             
               By
               all
               those
               brisque
               expressions
               ?
               dost
               conceive
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               hollow
               talking
               will
               make
               us
               believe
            
             
               That
               what
               thou
               ,
               in
               thy
               passion
               dost
               expresse
            
             
               Must
               be
               receiv'd
               as
               learned
               sentences
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               admir'd
               ,
               in
               future
               ages
               look
               ,
            
             
               
                 Like
                 the
                 dark
                 Riddles
                 in
                 some
                 ancient
                 Book
                 ?
              
            
             
               Art
               thou
               of
               men
               most
               aged
               ,
               grave
               ,
               and
               wise
               ?
            
             
               Hadst
               thou
               a
               Beeing
               ,
               ere
               the
               Hills
               did
               rise
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Art
               thou
               of
               Council
               to
               th'
               Almighty
               Lord
               ,
               
            
             
               Who
               fram'd
               ▪
               and
               ordred
               all
               things
               by
               his
               word
               ?
            
             
               Dost
               thou
               advise
               him
               ?
               dost
               thou
               influence
            
             
               His
               Spirit
               in
               his
               Works
               of
               Providence
               ?
            
             
               Art
               thou
               the
               only
               wise
               man
               now
               alive
               ?
            
             
               Hast
               thou
               attain'd
               what
               all
               in
               vain
               do
               strive
            
             
               To
               purchase
               ,
               —
               wisdom
               in
               perfection
               ?
               can
            
             
               Thy
               Parts
               advance
               thee
               'bove
               the
               reach
               of
               man
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Prethee
               ,
               le
               ts
               hear
               now
               what
               thou
               furder
               knowst
               
            
             
               Than
               we
               do
               ?
               of
               what
               learning
               canst
               thou
               boast
               ,
            
             
               Unknown
               to
               us
               ?
               what
               Arts
               ,
               or
               Sciences
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               
                 thy
                 blustring
                 words
              
               ,
               dost
               thou
               professe
            
             
               To
               understand
               ,
               of
               which
               we
               're
               ignorant
               ?
            
             
               Then
               what
               's
               this
               knowledge
               ,
               of
               which
               thou
               dost
               vaunt
               ?
            
             
               
                 This
                 extraordinar
                 wisdom
              
               ?
               prethee
               show
            
             
               What
               are
               the
               things
               thou
               knowest
               ,
               we
               do
               not
               know
               .
            
          
           
             
               With
               us
               are
               men
               both
               ancient
               ,
               and
               sage
               ,
               
            
             
               Men
               ,
               that
               do
               far
               exceed
               thy
               Fathers
               age
               .
            
             
               Men
               learn'd
               ,
               and
               knowing
               ,
               men
               of
               lives
               upright
               ,
            
             
               Men
               truly
               sober
               ,
               men
               ,
               whose
               piercing
               sight
            
             
               None
               can
               escape
               ;
               men
               ,
               who
               distinctly
               know
            
             
               The
               causes
               ,
               whence
               all
               things
               in
               course
               do
               flow
               ,
            
             
               For
               every
               triffle
               can
               assign
               a
               reason
               ,
            
             
               And
               show
               that
               all
               things
               have
               their
               proper
               season
               ,
            
             
               In
               which
               they
               shut
               up
               ,
               flourish
               ,
               and
               decay
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               with
               submissive
               reverence
               ,
               obey
            
             
               The
               orders
               of
               
                 the
                 first
                 ,
                 and
                 mightie
                 Cause
                 ,
              
            
             
               To
               whose
               perpetual
               Edicts
               ,
               Rules
               ,
               and
               Laws
               ,
            
             
               All
               other
               causes
               do
               subjection
               own
               ,
            
             
               And
               can
               do
               nothing
               by
               themselves
               alone
               ,
            
             
               In
               short
               ,
               there
               's
               nothing
               to
               those
               men
               unknown
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               thou
               ,
               forsooth
               ,
               dost
               undervalue
               such
               ,
               
            
             
               
                 As
                 all
                 men
                 do
                 ,
                 who
                 think
                 they
                 know
                 too
                 much
                 .
              
            
             
               Thy
               self-conceited
               pride
               will
               not
               permit
            
             
               Thee
               to
               believe
               that
               any
               has
               more
               wit
            
             
               Then
               thou
               hast
               ;
               hence
               thou
               dost
               all
               men
               despise
               ,
            
             
               And
               we
               're
               but
               very
               dunces
               in
               thy
               eyes
               .
            
             
               But
               be
               assur'd
               't
               is
               no
               small
               thing
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
            
             
               That
               God
               to
               thee
               should
               consolation
               send
            
             
               By
               such
               as
               us
               ,
               men
               ,
               who
               exactly
               know
            
             
               Thy
               weaknesse
               ,
               and
               most
               readily
               can
               show
            
             
             
               The
               cause
               of
               thy
               disease
               ,
               and
               plainly
               tell
            
             
               
                 The
                 proper
                 remedy
              
               :
               men
               ,
               who
               wish
               thee
               well
               ,
            
             
               Who
               pity
               thee
               ,
               but
               on
               no
               terms
               will
               ly
               ,
            
             
               
                 Who
                 know
                 all
                 Arts
                 but
                 that
                 of
                 flattery
                 :
              
            
             
               And
               therefore
               what
               we
               speak
               ,
               thou
               mayst
               believe
            
             
               Is
               for
               thy
               good
               :
               for
               ,
               though
               we
               truly
               grieve
               ,
            
             
               To
               see
               thee
               in
               such
               sad
               calamity
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               ,
               of
               a
               truth
               ,
               we
               cannot
               justify
            
             
               Those
               
                 rash
                 expressions
              
               ,
               which
               we
               hear
               thee
               use
               ,
            
             
               But
               as
               thy
               friends
               ,
               we
               fain
               would
               dis-abuse
            
             
               Thy
               
                 wavering
                 mind
              
               ;
               and
               make
               thee
               fully
               know
            
             
               What
               ,
               in
               affliction
               Man
               to
               God
               doth
               owe.
               
            
          
           
             
               'T
               is
               not
               that
               one
               should
               thus
               complain
               ,
               or
               that
               
            
             
               He
               with
               his
               Maker
               should
               expostulat
               ,
            
             
               As
               thou
               hast
               done
               ,
               or
               by
               his
               looks
               expresse
               ,
            
             
               What
               inward
               sorrow
               doth
               his
               mind
               oppresse
               ,
            
             
               Or
               ,
               with
               such
               
                 self-conceited
                 impudence
              
               ,
            
             
               Upbraid
               th'
               Almighty
               with
               his
               innocence
               .
            
          
           
             
               Or
               ,
               in
               his
               language
               thus
               prevaricat
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               with
               th'
               All-knowing-God
               at
               random
               prat
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               with
               his
               familiars
               he
               did
               speak
               ,
            
             
               And
               ▪
               in
               his
               passion
               ,
               show
               himself
               so
               weak
               ,
            
             
               As
               to
               repine
               ▪
               and
               bitterly
               exclaim
            
             
               Against
               Gods
               Justice
               ,
               and
               so
               rashly
               blame
               ,
            
             
               That
               ne
               ▪
               re
               too
               much
               to
               be
               admired
               God
               ,
            
             
               Who
               ,
               though
               in
               anger
               he
               doth
               use
               the
               Rod
               ;
            
             
               Yet
               ,
               in
               that
               anger
               ,
               mercy
               doth
               abound
               ,
            
             
               As
               in
               afflictions
               it
               is
               always
               found
            
             
               By
               those
               ,
               to
               whom
               our
               God
               allows
               the
               grace
            
             
               Of
               its
               right
               use
               ,
               for
               still
               in
               such
               a
               case
               ,
            
             
               As
               from
               most
               bitter
               Herbs
               ,
               and
               acid
               Plants
               ,
            
             
               Menuse
               t'extract
               
                 wholsome
                 Medicaments
              
               ;
            
             
               
                 So
                 from
                 afflictions
                 Limbeck
                 gently
                 flows
              
            
             
               
                 True
                 Piety
              
               .
               —
               —
            
          
           
             
               O
               then
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               for
               thy
               own
               sake
               forbear
            
             
               Those
               
                 rankling
                 words
              
               :
               pray
               let
               me
               no
               more
               hear
            
             
               Such
               dangerous
               Thunder-claps
               of
               fiery
               passion
               ,
            
             
               By
               which
               thou
               tempst
               thy
               Maker
               ,
               in
               that
               fashion
               ,
            
             
               As
               't
               is
               a
               wonder
               he
               has
               all
               this
               time
            
             
               Heard
               thee
               with
               patience
               :
               for
               a
               smaller
               Crime
               ,
            
             
               Many
               have
               by
               his
               justice
               been
               destroy'd
               ,
            
             
               But
               thou
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               hast
               all
               this
               while
               enjoy'd
            
             
               Thy
               Breath
               ,
               at
               least
               :
               and
               if
               thou
               understood
               ,
            
             
               How
               much
               our
               converse
               serves
               to
               do
               thee
               good
               :
            
             
               Thou
               art
               so
               far
               from
               those
               extremities
            
             
               Of
               misery
               ,
               which
               from
               afflictions
               rise
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               should
               rather
               think
               ,
               in
               sober
               sense
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               might'st
               with
               all
               those
               
                 triffling
                 ills
              
               dispense
               ,
            
             
               Assisted
               by
               such
               comforters
               ;
               —
               indeed
            
             
               Thou
               merits't
               further
               to
               be
               punished
               ,
            
             
               If
               in
               
                 these
                 mad
                 expressions
              
               thou
               proceed
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thou
               just
               !
               thou
               clean
               from
               sin
               !
               thou
               innocent
               ▪
               
            
             
               What
               sober
               person
               thus
               himself
               would
               vent
               ?
            
             
               Can
               any
               man
               be
               clean
               ?
               can
               man
               be
               just
               ?
            
             
             
               Can
               any
               thing
               ,
               that
               has
               its
               rise
               from
               dust
               ,
            
             
               Be
               without
               blemish
               ?
               can
               a
               silly
               creature
               ,
            
             
               That
               sucks
               Corruption
               from
               the
               Mothers
               Nature
               ,
            
             
               A
               creature
               black
               ,
               with
               
                 sin
                 Original
              
               ,
            
             
               Before
               it
               well
               its
               self
               
                 a
                 man
              
               can
               call
               :
            
             
               One
               ,
               whose
               defect
               doth
               with
               its
               life
               begin
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               Womb
               becomes
               acquaint
               with
               sin
               ;
            
             
               Can
               he
               be
               clean
               ?
               can
               such
               a
               one
               ,
               as
               he
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               the
               World
               be
               esteemed
               free
            
             
               From
               all
               ,
               that
               's
               evil
               ?
            
             
               Man
               of
               a
               Woman
               born
               ,
               can
               he
               be
               clean
               ?
            
             
               Pray
               what
               by
               such
               expressions
               dost
               thou
               mean
               ?
            
             
               Can
               any
               thing
               ,
               that
               's
               good
               from
               one
               proceed
               ,
            
             
               Who
               so
               much
               mischief
               to
               the
               World
               doth
               breed
               ?
            
             
               Who
               plagues
               us
               all
               with
               sin
               ;
               that
               
                 cursed
                 root
              
               ,
            
             
               Which
               ,
               in
               its
               season
               ,
               yields
               no
               other
               fruit
               ,
            
             
               But
               sin
               alone
               ,
               which
               we
               do
               soon
               disperss
            
             
               Through
               all
               the
               corners
               of
               the
               Universe
            
             
               A
               fruit
               ,
               in
               which
               men
               drive
               a
               constant
               trade
               ,
            
             
               And
               toil
               as
               much
               ,
               as
               for
               their
               daily
               bread
               ,
            
             
               To
               purchase
               
                 this
                 dear
                 fruit
              
               ;
               at
               any
               rate
               ,
            
             
               In
               this
               all
               mortals
               do
               negotiate
               .
            
             
               But
               ,
               after
               all
               this
               Traffique
               ,
               when
               at
               last
            
             
               Man
               ,
               on
               his
               Death-bed
               doth
               begin
               to
               cast
            
             
               Th'
               accounts
               of
               this
               same
               dismal
               trade
               ,
               alace
            
             
               How
               doth
               he
               look
               !
               when
               all
               the
               passages
            
             
               Of
               his
               past
               life
               before
               him
               doth
               appear
               ,
            
             
               And
               he
               ,
               poor
               soul
               ,
               already
               dead
               with
               fear
               ,
            
             
               Sees
               ,
               by
               account
               what
               profit
               he
               has
               made
            
             
               Through
               all
               the
               course
               of
               this
               unlucky
               trade
               :
            
             
               —
               
                 Sin
                 upon
                 Sin
                 ,
                 Loss
                 upon
                 Loss
                 !
              
               he
               cries
            
             
               Shuts
               up
               his
               Books
               ,
               curses
               this
               trade
               ,
               and
               dies
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               is
               this
               all
               ,
               that
               Woman
               doth
               produce
               ,
            
             
               Beseech
               thee
               ,
               then
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               do
               not
               abuse
            
             
               Thy self
               with
               fancies
               ,
               as
               if
               any
               thing
            
             
               That
               's
               good
               ,
               from
               such
               
                 a
                 tainted
                 root
              
               ,
               can
               spring
               .
            
          
           
             
               No
               ,
               no
               —
               wee
               're
               all
               unclean
               :
               wee
               're
               sinful
               all
               ,
               
            
             
               No
               man
               on
               earth
               himself
               can
               upright
               call
               .
            
             
               What!
               —
               while
               the
               very
               Saints
               ,
               while
               travelling
               here
               ,
            
             
               Bedaub'd
               with
               sin
               did
               in
               his
               sight
               appear
               ,
            
             
               Nay
               even
               the
               Heavens
               themselves
               are
               in
               his
               eye
            
             
               Grossely
               unclean
               ,
               full
               of
               Deformity
               .
            
          
           
             
               Will
               man
               pretend
               that
               he
               is
               clean
               ?
               will
               he
               ,
               
            
             
               Who
               's
               sin
               ,
               in
               
                 the
                 superlative
                 degree
              
               :
            
             
               Who
               in
               provocking
               God
               takes
               such
               delite
               ,
            
             
               As
               in
               his
               food
               ,
               and
               sins
               ,
               
                 with
                 appetite
              
               :
            
             
               Who
               greedily
               sucks
               in
               iniquity
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               he
               pretend
               i'
               th'
               least
               to
               purity
               ?
            
          
           
             
               No
               sure
               :
               —
               thou
               err'st
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               but
               ,
               if
               thou
               'lt
               hear
               
            
             
               What
               's
               for
               thy
               good
               .
               I
               freely
               will
               declare
            
             
               What
               I
               have
               seen
               ,
               and
               in
               my
               time
               have
               learn'd
               ,
            
             
               What
               with
               great
               pains
               ,
               and
               labour
               I
               have
               earn'd
               .
            
             
               I
               'le
               tell
               thee
               things
               ,
               which
               prudent
               men
               of
               old
               
            
          
           
             
             
               Have
               by
               their
               Reverend
               Ancestors
               been
               told
               ▪
            
             
               What
               these
               did
               not
               think
               fit
               to
               be
               conceal'd
               ,
            
             
               But
               for
               their
               childrens
               benefit
               reveal'd
               ,
            
             
               Who
               by
               learn'd
               Sayings
               ,
               and
               wise
               Apothegms
            
             
               In
               History
               have
               Eterniz'd
               their
               Names
               .
            
          
           
             
               Who
               by
               their
               Prudence
               did
               so
               moderate
               
            
             
               And
               mannage
               that
               ,
               which
               God
               had
               allocate
            
             
               To
               them
               for
               their
               inheritance
               so
               well
               ,
            
             
               With
               such
               Discretion
               ,
               and
               did
               so
               excell
            
             
               I'
               th'
               art
               of
               Government
               ,
               mentaining
               peace
            
             
               With
               all
               their
               Neighbours
               ,
               living
               in
               such
               case
            
             
               Amongst
               themselves
               ,
               as
               none
               durst
               undertake
            
             
               T
               ▪
               invade
               them
               ,
               or
               atempt
               i'
               th'
               least
               to
               break
            
             
               Their
               firm
               confederacy
               ,
               which
               of
               old
            
             
               They
               had
               so
               founded
               ,
               as
               nor
               
                 Steel
                 ▪
              
               nor
               Gold
            
             
               Could
               cut
               that
               Knot
               :
               nor
               could
               
                 the
                 smiling
                 tricks
              
            
             
               Of
               States-men
               countermine
               their
               Politicks
               .
            
             
               In
               short
               they
               did
               possess
               ,
               and
               govern
               all
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               their
               Land
               had
               been
               Allodial
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               it
               had
               belong'd
               to
               them
               alone
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               (
               save
               o'
               th'
               
                 King
                 of
                 Heavens
              
               ,
               )
               they
               held
               of
               none
               .
            
          
           
             
               Those
               men
               have
               told
               us
               that
               the
               wicked
               are
               
            
             
               Most
               miserable
               ,
               
                 in
                 continual
                 fear
              
               .
            
             
               In
               pains
               ,
               like
               those
               of
               Child-birth
               ,
               still
               they
               lie
            
             
               Exclaiming
               ,
               in
               the
               extream
               agonie
            
             
               Of
               a
               sad
               
                 troubled
                 conscience
              
               ,
               which
               alace
            
             
               Allowes
               them
               ease
               ,
               scarce
               a
               small
               moments
               space
               ▪
            
             
               The
               cruel
               man
               is
               never
               void
               of
               fear
               ,
            
             
               But
               fancies
               Death
               attends
               him
               every
               where
               .
            
             
               For
               ,
               when
               he
               calls
               to
               mind
               by
               what
               Oppressions
            
             
               He
               has
               enlarg'd
               
                 his
                 Titles
                 ,
                 and
                 Posessions
              
               :
            
             
               How
               many
               he
               has
               ruin'd
               ,
               and
               undone
               ,
            
             
               And
               eat
               up
               all
               their
               means
               ,
               since
               he
               begun
            
             
               To
               set
               up
               for
               himself
               ;
               how
               cunningly
            
             
               '
               Has
               turned
               out
               many
               a
               goodly
               family
               ,
            
             
               And
               sent
               them
               all
               a
               begging
               :
               he
               from
               thence
            
             
               Infallibly
               concludes
               .
               —
            
             
               All
               hate
               him
               ,
               curse
               him
               ,
               do
               his
               name
               abhorr
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               as
               they
               ask
               their
               alms
               from
               door
               to
               door
            
             
               They
               tell
               
                 by
                 whose
                 oppression
                 they
                 are
                 poor
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Then
               when
               he
               thus
               reflects
               ,
               and
               calls
               to
               mind
            
             
               How
               hateful
               he
               ▪
               s
               become
               to
               all
               mankind
               :
            
             
               The
               
                 unjust
                 Tyrant
              
               doth
               not
               think
               it
               strange
            
             
               That
               all
               the
               world
               should
               meditate
               revenge
            
             
               Against
               
                 their
                 common
                 Enemy
              
               :
               a
               man
            
             
               Proscrib'd
               ,
               and
               out-law'd
               by
               the
               publick
               Ban
            
             
               Of
               all
               just
               pious
               men
               ,
               who
               in
               their
               prayers
               ,
            
             
               With
               fervent
               zeal
               ,
               and
               
                 floods
                 of
                 bitter
                 tears
              
               ,
            
             
               Accuse
               them
               to
               their
               God
               ,
               and
               constantly
            
             
               For
               Justice
               ,
               —
               Justice
               —
               in
               Heavens
               Court
               do
               cry
               ,
            
             
               Against
               him
               ,
               —
               then
               he
               stares
               ,
               and
               looks
               about
               ,
            
             
               And
               even
               
                 his
                 own
                 Domesticks
              
               he
               doth
               doubt
            
             
               Upon
               his
               life
               have
               some
               design
               ,
               and
               those
            
             
               Who
               break
               his
               bread
               ,
               are
               now
               become
               his
               foes
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               With
               horrour
               thunder-struck
               ,
               with
               care
               oppress
               't
               
            
             
               This
               miserable
               soul
               can
               have
               no
               rest
               .
            
             
               Before
               his
               eyes
               strange
               visions
               appear
               ,
            
             
               His
               mind
               is
               sore
               belaboured
               ,
               his
               ear
            
             
               Is
               still
               infested
               with
               
                 a
                 noise
                 of
                 fear
              
               .
            
             
               A
               dreadful
               noise
               ,
               like
               that
               of
               Passing-bell
               ,
            
             
               Which
               doth
               his
               nigh-approaching
               death
               foretell
               ;
            
             
               In
               which
               he
               's
               not
               deceiv'd
               ,
               for
               by
               ,
               and
               by
               ,
            
             
               
                 (
                 Even
                 in
                 the
                 solstice
                 of
                 prosperity
                 )
              
            
             
               Down
               from
               the
               Mountains
               falls
               
                 some
                 injur'd
                 Lord
              
               ,
            
             
               Who
               ,
               and
               
                 his
                 hungry
                 crew
              
               ,
               with
               fire
               and
               sword
               ,
            
             
               This
               mighty
               mans
               Dominions
               invade
               ,
            
             
               And
               wasting
               all
               before
               them
               make
               a
               Trade
            
             
               Of
               pillaging
               ,
               appearing
               every
               where
               ,
            
             
               Like
               lightning
               ,
               sometimes
               here
               ,
               and
               sometimes
               there
               ,
            
             
               So
               through
               his
               territories
               nimbly
               fly
               ,
            
             
               Seizing
               his
               Towns
               ,
               and
               Castles
               speedily
               :
            
             
               Advancing
               still
               ,
               
                 in
                 a
                 vindictive
                 rage
              
               ,
            
             
               Until
               in
               Battel
               with
               him
               they
               engage
               ,
            
             
               Defeat
               his
               Forces
               ,
               put
               them
               all
               to
               flight
               ,
            
             
               Then
               to
               his
               glory
               he
               bids
               long-good-night
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               ends
               the
               whip
               ,
               and
               terrour
               of
               his
               age
               ,
               
            
             
               For
               to
               him
               so
               his
               mind
               did
               still
               presage
               ,
            
             
               I'
               th'
               noon-tide
               of
               his
               blesse
               :
               he
               durst
               not
               hope
               ,
            
             
               Or
               fancy
               any
               other
               horoscope
            
             
               Then
               a
               most
               wretch'd
               and
               miserable
               end
               ,
            
             
               Which
               makes
               him
               in
               perpetual
               horrour
               spend
            
             
               The
               best
               of
               all
               his
               time
               ,
               enjoyes
               no
               ease
               ,
            
             
               But
               is
               disturb'd
               in
               mind
               ,
               for
               still
               he
               sees
            
             
               The
               raging
               Sword
               before
               him
               ,
               and
               he
               fears
            
             
               His
               Enemies
               are
               still
               about
               his
               ears
               .
            
          
           
             
               At
               length
               ,
               when
               misery
               doth
               come
               indeed
               ,
               
            
             
               Like
               one
               ,
               that
               wanders
               to
               ,
               and
               fro
               
                 for
                 bread
              
               ,
            
             
               So
               doth
               this
               great
               man
               ramble
               every
               where
               ,
            
             
               And
               makes
               what
               shifts
               he
               can
               for
               
                 daily
                 fare
              
               .
            
             
               Carelesse
               of
               Honour
               ,
               outward
               Pomp
               ,
               and
               State
               ,
            
             
               And
               costly
               Dyet
               ,
               now
               content
               of
               what
            
             
               Nature
               affords
               :
               a
               simple
               
                 Peasants
                 Food
              
            
             
               To
               him
               is
               pleasant
               ,
               and
               he
               finds
               it
               good
               .
            
             
               He
               eats
               ,
               he
               sleeps
               ,
               no
               more
               he
               doth
               demand
               ,
            
             
               Because
               he
               knows
               his
               death
               is
               nigh
               at
               hand
               .
            
          
           
             
               Anxiety
               ,
               affliction
               ,
               grief
               ,
               and
               care
               ,
               
            
             
               Which
               stir
               up
               good
               mens
               hopes
               ▪
               make
               them
               despair
               ,
            
             
               Despair
               down-right
               ,
               in
               fiery
               rage
               exclaim
            
             
               '
               Gainst-what
               the
               precious
               fool
               doth
               Fortune
               name
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               
                 in
                 his
                 humours
              
               ,
               openly
               blaspheme
               .
            
             
               Transported
               ,
               drunk
               with
               fury
               ,
               he
               cryes
               out
               ,
            
             
               In
               fits
               ,
               and
               like
               a
               mad
               man
               runs
               about
            
             
               The
               Towns
               ,
               and
               Countrey-fields
               ,
               vents
               all
               his
               passions
            
             
               
                 In
                 angry
                 wrath
                 ,
                 and
                 horrid
                 execrations
                 .
              
            
             
               'Gainst
               him
               at
               length
               despair
               doth
               so
               prevail
               ,
            
             
               He
               becomes
               faint
               ,
               and
               all
               his
               spirits
               fail
               :
            
             
               Curs'd
               be
               the
               Stars
               ,
               that
               rul'd
               my
               Birth
               ,
               he
               crys
               ,
            
             
               With
               a
               strong
               sigh
               ,
               thrusts
               out
               his
               Soul
               ,
               and
               dyes
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               O
               thus
               let
               all
               
                 Oppressors
                 end
              
               !
               thus
               all
               
            
             
               The
               enemies
               of
               God
               Almighty
               fall
               !
            
             
               Let
               thus
               such
               men
               ,
               who
               in
               prosperity
            
             
               Lift
               up
               their
               faces
               ,
               and
               their
               God
               defy
               :
            
             
               Who
               laugh
               ,
               with
               pleasure
               .
               at
               Omnipotence
               ,
            
             
               And
               make
               a
               formal
               jest
               of
               Providence
               :
            
             
               Who
               ,
               in
               their
               actings
               ,
               do
               their
               God
               deride
               ,
            
             
               And
               spit
               against
               the
               Heavens
               in
               their
               pride
               :
            
             
               Let
               them
               all
               perish
               thus
               ;
               O
               let
               them
               dye
               ,
            
             
               Without
               compassion
               ,
               in
               great
               misery
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               ▪
               though
               vain
               man
               may
               to
               the
               World
               pretend
               ,
               
            
             
               He
               's
               proof
               of
               judgements
               ,
               can
               himself
               defend
            
             
               Against
               th'
               assaults
               of
               Heaven
               ,
               and
               proudly
               boasts
               ,
            
             
               In
               Power
               he
               's
               equal
               with
               
                 the
                 Lord
                 of
                 Hosts
              
               ,
            
             
               Our
               God
               doth
               smile
               ,
               and
               for
               some
               time
               permits
            
             
               This
               fool
               to
               Revel
               in
               his
               frantick
               Fits
               :
            
             
               But
               ,
               when
               he
               's
               blown
               up
               to
               the
               hight
               of
               pride
               .
            
             
               And
               undervalues
               all
               the
               World
               beside
               ,
            
             
               Then
               will
               he
               fall
               upon
               him
               ,
               overthrow
            
             
               All
               his
               defences
               ,
               bring
               
                 this
                 Champion
                 ▪
              
               low
               ,
            
             
               And
               make
               
                 th'
                 insulting
                 Rebel
              
               understand
            
             
               The
               difference
               'twixt
               an
               Almighty-hand
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               of
               Flesh
               :
               his
               choisest
               
                 Coat
                 of
                 Mail
              
            
             
               Shall
               not
               resist
               his
               thrusts
               ,
               God
               shall
               prevail
            
             
               'Gainst
               all
               his
               strength
               ,
               
                 that
                 men
                 may
                 learn
                 to
                 know
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 What
                 great
                 submission
                 to
                 their
                 God
                 they
                 owe.
                 
              
            
          
           
             
               And
               not
               imagine
               ,
               in
               prosperity
               ,
               
            
             
               Because
               in
               wealth
               ,
               and
               honour
               they
               are
               high
               ,
            
             
               They
               can
               the
               strength
               of
               our
               great
               God
               defy
               .
            
             
               For
               ,
               whilst
               in
               plenty
               we
               our
               years
               do
               waste
               ,
            
             
               Void
               of
               all
               sorrow
               ,
               with
               no
               care
               oppress
               't
               ,
            
             
               But
               in
               our
               Myrtle
               Groves
               deliciously
            
             
               We
               feed
               ,
               and
               sleep
               in
               deep
               security
               ▪
            
             
               Whilst
               hopeful
               Children
               do
               about
               us
               stand
               ,
            
             
               Like
               
                 Guards
                 o'
                 th'
                 Body
              
               ,
               and
               on
               every
               hand
            
             
               Our
               Friends
               ,
               Dependants
               Servants
               ,
               in
               a
               row
               ,
            
             
               By
               their
               attendance
               do
               their
               kindnesse
               show
               ,
            
             
               As
               well
               as
               their
               submission
               ,
               and
               we
               fear
            
             
               No
               enemy
               ,
               but
               all
               things
               do
               appear
               ,
            
             
               As
               tributary
               to
               our
               happinesse
               ,
            
             
               And
               we
               all
               Earthly
               blessings
               do
               possesse
               ,
            
             
               Then
               ,
               then
               alace
               ,
               we
               do
               become
               such
               fools
               ,
            
             
               As
               to
               forget
               that
               God
               Almighty
               rules
            
             
               This
               
                 lower
                 World
              
               ,
               and
               think
               our selves
               so
               sure
            
             
               In
               our
               Possessions
               ;
               as
               we
               can
               endure
            
             
               Heav'ns
               wrath
               ,
               and
               not
               be
               mov'd
               .
               —
               —
            
          
           
             
               But
               let
               us
               once
               but
               tumble
               in
               distresse
               ,
               
            
             
               Then
               we
               're
               at
               length
               obliged
               to
               confesse
            
             
               That
               God
               is
               all
               in
               all
               ,
               
                 that
                 he
                 alone
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Rules
                 all
                 from
                 Spade
                 ,
                 and
                 Shovel
                 to
                 the
                 Throne
                 .
              
            
             
               And
               though
               those
               impious
               fools
               ,
               who
               here
               despise
            
             
               The
               Power
               of
               God
               ,
               and
               think
               themselves
               so
               wise
               ,
            
             
               As
               they
               can
               purchase
               Lands
               in
               soveraignity
               ,
            
             
               And
               independant
               of
               Gods
               Majesty
               ,
            
             
             
               The
               Princes
               here
               on
               Earth
               :
               may
               vainly
               dream
            
             
               They
               're
               fully
               blessed
               ,
               yet
               in
               his
               esteem
            
             
               They
               are
               accurs'd
               ;
               condemn'd
               ,
               and
               destinate
            
             
               For
               Wrath
               ,
               and
               Torment
               ,
               dire
               Revenge
               ,
               and
               Hate
               .
            
             
               Let
               them
               ,
               to
               purchase
               to
               themselves
               a
               name
            
             
               Erect
               stupendious
               Monuments
               of
               fame
               .
            
             
               Repair
               wast
               houses
               ,
               Cities
               desolate
            
             
               Rebuild
               ,
               and
               their
               design
               to
               found
               a
               seat
            
             
               For
               them
               ,
               and
               there
               accurs'd
               Posterity
            
             
               '
               Spite
               of
               that
               Mighty
               God
               ,
               that
               lives
               on
               high
               :
            
          
           
             
               Nay
               let
               them
               languish
               in
               the
               Golden-itch
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               by
               all
               means
               endeavour
               to
               be
               rich
               ;
            
             
               Yet
               shall
               their
               toil
               ,
               and
               labour
               be
               in
               vain
            
             
               Nor
               shall
               they
               have
               more
               profit
               for
               their
               pain
            
             
               Than
               daily
               bread
               :
               nay
               that
               ere
               all
               be
               done
            
             
               Shall
               be
               deficient
               too
               ,
               and
               they
               anon
            
             
               As
               in
               a
               Glass
               their
               folly
               shall
               behold
               ,
            
             
               And
               see
               on
               what
               they
               have
               bestow'd
               their
               Gold.
            
             
               Those
               high
               fllow'n
               Projects
               ,
               which
               their
               aery
               minds
            
             
               Did
               entertain
               ;
               those
               fancies
               of
               all
               kinds
            
             
               Which
               did
               their
               heads
               possess
               shall
               now
               be
               broke
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               their
               notions
               vanish
               into
               smoak
               .
            
             
               Their
               buildings
               none
               shall
               ever
               see
               compleat
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               their
               substance
               shall
               evaporat
            
             
               Before
               the
               Roofs
               ar
               set
               on
               ;
               and
               these
               fair
            
             
               And
               sumptuous
               Fabrick
               ,
               to
               the
               open
               air
            
             
               Shall
               be
               expos'd
               ;
               they
               never
               shall
               grow
               old
            
             
               For
               their
               Materials
               shall
               be
               bought
               and
               sold
            
             
               To
               pay
               the
               Workmens
               Wages
               :
               and
               if
               ought
            
             
               (
               The
               naked
               walls
               perhaps
               )
               remain
               unbought
               ,
            
             
               Why
               these
               shall
               be
               a
               simple
               Volary
            
             
               Where
               
                 ill-presaging
                 Owls
              
               by
               nights
               do
               cry
            
             
               Rooks
               ,
               and
               Jack-dawes
               by
               day
               do
               make
               a
               noise
               ,
            
             
               And
               he
               who
               rais'd
               the
               Building
               ,
               scarce
               enjoys
            
             
               A
               covered
               corner
               in
               that
               spacious
               Nest
               ,
            
             
               Where
               he
               with
               his
               poor
               Family
               may
               rest
               .
            
          
           
             
               Where
               he
               with
               his
               poor
               Family
               may
               dwell
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               with
               sad
               groans
               ,
               and
               numerous
               sighings
               tell
            
             
               The
               story
               of
               his
               former
               life
               ,
               and
               show
            
             
               The
               vanity
               of
               all
               things
               here
               below
               .
            
             
               Where
               he
               may
               teach
               his
               Children
               to
               take
               care
               ,
            
             
               By
               his
               example
               
                 never
                 to
                 out-dare
              
            
             
               
                 Th'
                 Almighty
                 God
              
               :
               or
               think
               that
               any
               thing
            
             
               Can
               here
               be
               bless'd
               to
               us
               when
               Heavens
               King
            
             
               Has
               vow'd
               the
               contrair
               :
               or
               imagine
               that
            
             
               We
               can
               be
               happy
               here
               at
               any
               rate
               ,
            
             
               Unless
               God
               favour
               us
               :
               then
               ,
               with
               a
               groan
               ,
            
             
               Shut
               up
               his
               story
               ,
               and
               retire
               alone
            
             
               To
               some
               dark
               hole
               ,
               where
               he
               intends
               to
               lie
               ,
            
             
               And
               pass
               his
               days
               in
               sad
               obscurity
               ,
            
             
               Until
               the
               time
               arrive
               that
               he
               should
               die
               .
            
             
               But
               ere
               he
               die
               ,
               he
               shall
               spread
               flowers
               ,
               and
               leaves
               ,
            
             
               Temper'd
               with
               tears
               on
               all
               his
               childrens
               graves
               .
            
             
               His
               branches
               thus
               lop't
               off
               ,
               the
               Saples
               Trunk
            
             
             
               With'red
               ,
               and
               dry
               ,
               in
               grief
               ,
               and
               sorrow
               sunk
               ,
            
             
               At
               length
               shall
               burst
               ,
               and
               in
               a
               flood
               of
               Tears
            
             
               O're
               wheml'd
               ,
               shall
               end
               
                 the
                 Legend
                 of
                 his
                 years
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               shall
               he
               die
               ,
               whom
               ,
               while
               his
               sun
               did
               shine
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               every
               thing
               appeared
               to
               combine
            
             
               To
               raise
               his
               happinesse
               ,
               and
               make
               him
               glad
               ,
            
             
               No
               power
               of
               Eloquence
               could
               ere
               perswade
            
             
               That
               all
               his
               glory
               ,
               all
               his
               gallantry
            
             
               Was
               but
               meer
               air
               ,
               and
               glittering
               vanity
               .
            
             
               Therefore
               ,
               since
               he
               such
               speeches
               would
               not
               hear
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               to
               grave
               admonitions
               give
               ear
            
             
               By
               which
               good
               men
               endeavoured
               to
               teach
            
             
               What
               thoughts
               were
               proper
               for
               him
               ,
               and
               did
               preach
            
             
               Faith
               ,
               and
               Repentance
               to
               him
               every
               day
               ,
            
             
               But
               not
               reguarding
               what
               they
               all
               did
               say
               ,
            
             
               Would
               still
               continue
               in
               his
               high
               conceit
               ,
            
             
               Laugh
               at
               those
               serious
               Councellors
               ,
               and
               treat
            
             
               Their
               grave
               advices
               ,
               as
               ridiculous
               ,
            
             
               And
               
                 meer
                 cunn'd
                 Lessons
              
               ,
               serving
               for
               no
               use
               ,
            
             
               But
               to
               keep
               fools
               and
               children
               ,
               every
               where
               ,
            
             
               By
               such
               Predictions
               ,
               in
               continual
               fear
               .
            
             
               Therefore
               his
               end
               shall
               be
               all
               Vanity
               ;
            
             
               And
               he
               th'
               example
               of
               inconstancy
            
             
               In
               Human
               Glory
               ,
               laugh'd
               to
               scorn
               by
               all
               ,
            
             
               Poor
               ,
               wretched
               ,
               and
               unpitied
               shall
               fall
               .
            
          
           
             
               Poor
               ,
               and
               bereav'd
               of
               issue
               he
               shall
               die
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               of
               him
               there
               shall
               be
               no
               Memory
               ,
            
             
               Only
               his
               name
               like
               Beacon
               shall
               appear
            
             
               In
               History
               ,
               to
               warn
               all
               men
               to
               stear
            
             
               Another
               course
               than
               he
               ,
               who
               wilfully
            
             
               Did
               Ship-wrack
               on
               
                 this
                 Rock
                 of
                 Vanity
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               as
               sower
               Grapes
               unpleasant
               to
               the
               taste
               ,
               
            
             
               Not
               worth
               the
               eating
               ,
               but
               Hogs-food
               ,
               at
               best
               ,
            
             
               Men
               use
               to
               spitt
               out
               :
               as
               the
               Olive
               tree
            
             
               Doth
               cast
               her
               Flower
               ;
               so
               he
               ,
               who
               ere
               he
               be
               ,
            
             
               Who
               thus
               doth
               live
               ,
               who
               thus
               consumes
               his
               time
            
             
               Shall
               by
               our
               God
               be
               cast
               off
               in
               his
               Prime
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               all
               the
               Race
               of
               those
               poor
               Souls
               ,
               who
               hate
               
            
             
               Their
               Great
               Creator
               shall
               be
               desolate
               .
            
             
               Such
               as
               by
               Poling
               ,
               Cheats
               ,
               and
               Bribery
            
             
               Have
               from
               the
               Dung-hill
               rais'd
               a
               family
               ,
            
             
               And
               become
               
                 Men
                 of
                 Substance
              
               ,
               by
               oppressions
            
             
               Shall
               all
               at
               length
               from
               their
               unjust
               Possessions
            
             
               Be
               by
               the
               God
               of
               justice
               totally
            
             
               Ejected
               ,
               and
               their
               
                 masqued
                 Villany
              
            
             
               Shall
               to
               the
               World
               be
               publish'd
               that
               from
               thence
            
             
               All
               men
               may
               learn
               to
               place
               their
               confidence
            
             
               In
               God
               alone
               ;
               and
               not
               believe
               that
               all
            
             
               The
               Wit
               of
               Mankind
               can
               prevent
               their
               Fall
            
             
               When
               God
               intends
               it
               ,
               who
               did
               all
               creat
            
             
               Of
               nothing
               ,
               and
               can
               all
               annihilat
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               such
               men
               pregnant
               with
               all
               kind
               of
               ill
               ,
               
            
             
               Let
               them
               Hood-wink
               their
               conscience
               ,
               as
               they
               will
               ,
            
             
               After
               great
               labour
               and
               perplexity
               ,
            
             
             
               Are
               all
               delivered
               of
               
                 meer
                 vanity
              
               .
            
             
               Of
               all
               their
               stale
               devices
               here
               's
               the
               end
               ,
            
             
               what
               ere
               they
               plot
               doth
               to
               their
               ruin
               tend
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
           PART
           .
           III.
           
        
         
           
             Cap.
             XVI
             .
          
           
             
               TH'
               afflicted
               man
               ,
               whom
               all
               this
               while
               we
               must
               
            
             
               Suppose
               on
               Dung-hill
               ,
               parch'd
               with
               
                 blowing
                 dust
              
               ,
            
             
               His
               Body
               all
               with
               grievous
               sores
               o're
               spread
               ,
            
             
               With
               Blood
               ,
               and
               Ulcerous
               runnings
               pargetted
               .
            
             
               (
               Such
               as
               would
               make
               a
               man
               in
               health
               forbear
            
             
               To
               sit
               by
               
                 such
                 a
                 Carrion
              
               ,
               through
               fear
            
             
               He
               might
               b'infected
               )
               putrify'd
               ,
               unclean
               ,
            
             
               Shrunk
               into
               bones
               ,
               all
               withered
               ,
               and
               lean
               .
            
             
               with
               Boiles
               ,
               and
               Scabs
               ,
               so
               loathsome
               ,
               and
               so
               foul
               ,
            
             
               So
               noisesome
               to
               inhabit
               ,
               as
               his
               soul
            
             
               Can
               scarce
               have
               Lodging
               ,
               yet
               the
               
                 loving
                 thing
              
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               his
               Sores
               ,
               for
               all
               his
               suffering
               ,
            
             
               Will
               not
               forsake
               him
               ,
               and
               for
               all
               that
               's
               past
               ,
            
             
               Resolves
               by
               shifts
               to
               hold
               it
               out
               to
               th'last
               .
            
             
               For
               as
               when
               Floods
               in
               Winter
               suddainly
               ,
            
             
               Break
               into
               lower
               Rooms
               ,
               men
               use
               to
               fly
            
             
               Up
               to
               their
               Garrets
               ,
               to
               preserve
               their
               Lives
               :
            
             
               So
               to
               his
               head
               his
               soul
               doth
               fly
               ,
               and
               strives
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               all
               below
               with
               sores
               are
               overflown
               ,
            
             
               And
               there
               's
               no
               room
               undrown'd
               ,
               but
               that
               alone
               ,
            
             
               There
               to
               reside
               ,
               though
               in
               a
               doubtful
               case
               ,
            
             
               Until
               the
               Waters
               violence
               decrease
               .
            
             
               Amidst
               these
               storms
               there
               it
               resolves
               to
               dwell
               ,
            
             
               And
               fortifie
               
                 that
                 goodly
                 Cittadel
              
               ,
            
             
               Which
               if
               by
               strength
               of
               Art
               it
               can
               hold
               out
               ,
            
             
               Against
               those
               numerous
               foes
               ,
               it
               doth
               not
               doubt
               ,
            
             
               But
               though
               it
               gives
               the
               Body
               now
               as
               lost
               ,
            
             
               As
               but
               a
               breathing
               Skeleton
               at
               most
               ;
            
             
               Yet
               after
               all
               these
               woes
               ,
               by
               art
               and
               pain
               ,
            
             
               It
               may
               be
               soon
               recovered
               again
               .
            
             
               Job
               then
               ,
               all
               soul
               ,
               with
               reason
               yet
               supply'd
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               think
               himself
               still
               so
               well
               fortify'd
               ;
            
             
               As
               he
               'l
               not
               yeeld
               :
               such
               courage
               this
               affords
               ,
            
             
               As
               all
               
                 these
                 furious
                 batteries
                 of
                 words
              
               ,
            
             
               Us'd
               by
               his
               friends
               against
               his
               innocence
               ,
            
             
               Cannot
               prevail
               ,
               but
               still
               to
               his
               defence
            
             
               He
               means
               to
               stand
               :
               and
               though
               he
               's
               now
               so
               weak
               ,
            
             
               So
               fully
               spent
               ,
               as
               he
               can
               hardly
               speak
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               answers
               ,
               
                 though
                 he
                 rather
                 seems
                 to
                 squeak
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Job
               then
               I
               say
               ,
               we
               must
               imagine
               now
               ,
            
             
               To
               this
               so
               learn'd
               discourse
               has
               much
               adoe
            
             
             
               To
               make
               an
               answer
               :
               for
               we
               must
               suppose
            
             
               This
               Eliphaz
               to
               be
               as
               one
               of
               those
               ,
            
             
               Who
               to
               a
               Castle
               by
               long
               Siege
               become
            
             
               At
               length
               esteem'd
               untenable
               by
               some
               ;
            
             
               With
               Forts
               on
               every
               side
               environed
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               meer
               rubbish
               almost
               battered
               ;
            
             
               Is
               peremptorly
               with
               
                 last
                 summons
              
               sent
               ,
            
             
               And
               
                 Job
                 ,
                 as
                 speaking
                 from
                 the
                 battlement
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Alace
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               said
               he
               ,
               what
               comfort
               brings
               ,
               
            
             
               This
               long
               discourse
               ,
               I
               've
               often
               heard
               such
               things
            
             
               As
               you
               have
               spoke
               :
               and
               I
               perceive
               you
               trace
            
             
               All
               the
               same
               steps
               ,
               and
               from
               one
               
                 common
                 place
              
            
             
               Draw
               all
               your
               arguments
               :
               and
               still
               repeat
               ,
            
             
               (
               As
               if
               in
               speech
               you
               were
               confederat
               )
            
             
               Each
               one
               anothers
               words
               ,
               so
               palpably
               ,
            
             
               As
               though
               almost
               here
               without
               sense
               Ilye
               ;
            
             
               Yet
               seriously
               I
               am
               asham'd
               to
               hear
            
             
               Men
               of
               your
               parts
               :
               men
               who
               to
               all
               appear
            
             
               Of
               a
               deep
               reach
               ,
               with
               so
               much
               toil
               and
               pain
            
             
               
                 Speak
                 the
                 same
                 lesson
                 o're
                 ,
                 and
                 o're
                 again
                 .
              
            
             
               If
               this
               be
               that
               ,
               which
               comforting
               you
               call
               ,
            
             
               
                 Most
                 miserable
                 comforters
                 you
                 're
                 all
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Still
               to
               repeat
               this
               harangue
               o're
               and
               o're
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               tell
               me
               nought
               ,
               but
               what
               I
               knew
               before
               ,
            
             
               Is
               very
               hard
               ,
               pray
               what
               d'
               ye
               take
               me
               for
               ?
            
             
               D'
               ye
               think
               for
               all
               the
               torments
               ,
               sores
               ,
               and
               pains
            
             
               Which
               I
               endure
               ,
               but
               that
               there
               still
               remains
               ,
            
             
               Some
               
                 small
                 reserve
                 of
                 reason
              
               not
               yet
               spent
               ,
            
             
               By
               which
               I
               may
               withstand
               your
               argument
               .
            
             
               Yet
               for
               some
               time
               ,
               I
               am
               not
               yet
               o'recome
            
             
               So
               much
               with
               sorrow
               ,
               as
               I
               should
               be
               dumb
               ,
            
             
               Hearing
               of
               such
               discourse
               :
               my
               conscience
            
             
               Doth
               still
               assure
               me
               of
               my
               innocence
               ;
            
             
               And
               therefore
               I
               must
               let
               you
               know
               that
               I
            
             
               Do
               still
               all
               your
               
                 insulting
                 words
              
               defy
               .
            
             
               My
               God
               ,
               in
               whose
               Name
               ,
               you
               so
               much
               accuse
            
             
               Your
               miserable
               friend
               ,
               knows
               you
               abuse
            
             
               His
               Majesty
               ,
               whilst
               you
               would
               seem
               to
               be
            
             
               
                 Of
                 council
              
               to
               him
               ,
               as
               if
               all
               you
               three
            
             
               Were
               blamelesse
               ,
               without
               sin
               ,
               beyond
               the
               reach
            
             
               Of
               Laws
               ,
               and
               only
               I
               
                 a
                 sinful
                 wretch
              
               .
            
             
               Shall
               there
               be
               no
               end
               of
               such
               aery
               prating
               ?
            
             
               And
               what
               makes
               thee
               ,
               friend
               ,
               in
               expostulating
            
             
               So
               violent
               ,
               so
               bitter
               ,
               so
               severe
               ,
            
             
               In
               words
               so
               piquant
               ,
               as
               you
               'd
               hardly
               bear
            
             
               From
               one
               another
               ,
               yet
               must
               I
               sustain
            
             
               All
               these
               reproachful
               words
               ,
               and
               not
               complain
               .
            
             
               This
               't
               is
               to
               be
               aflicted
               :
               this
               to
               lye
            
             
               Under
               the
               mercy
               of
               sad
               penury
               .
            
             
               This
               to
               be
               poor
               ,
               this
               to
               be
               miserable
               ,
            
             
               When
               words
               by
               me
               before
               intolerable
               ,
            
             
               Words
               ,
               which
               incensing
               Choller
               in
               my
               breast
               ,
            
             
               In
               the
               same
               heat
               I
               had
               return'd
               at
               least
               ,
            
             
               I
               'm
               now
               compell'd
               with
               patience
               to
               digest
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               D'
               ye
               think
               but
               I
               could
               speak
               as
               well
               as
               you
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               use
               the
               same
               
                 unkind
                 expressions
              
               too
               ,
            
             
               Nay
               more
               severe
               ,
               and
               pique
               you
               to
               the
               bones
               ,
            
             
               Were
               we
               in
               equal
               terms
               ,
               but
               for
               the
               nonce
               ,
            
             
               All
               you
               can
               say
               with
               patience
               I
               must
               bear
               ,
            
             
               For
               now
               it
               seems
               I
               am
               condemn'd
               to
               hear
            
             
               All
               you
               can
               speak
               .
               But
               would
               that
               any
               of
               you
            
             
               Felt
               but
               the
               
                 twentieth
                 part
              
               of
               what
               I
               do
               ,
            
             
               Would
               that
               but
               for
               a
               week
               ,
               a
               day
               ,
               an
               hour
               ,
            
             
               You
               had
               some
               feeling
               of
               what
               I
               endure
               ,
            
             
               That
               for
               my
               satisfaction
               I
               might
               see
            
             
               In
               such
               a
               case
               what
               might
               your
               carriage
               be
               ,
            
             
               Should
               I
               but
               rate
               you
               thus
               as
               you
               do
               me
               .
            
             
               In
               such
               a
               case
               I
               would
               indeed
               assert
               ,
            
             
               Though
               you
               set
               up
               for
               Saints
               ,
               yet
               in
               your
               heart
            
             
               You
               were
               all
               sinners
               ,
               men
               who
               take
               delite
            
             
               To
               counterfeit
               
                 the
                 puling
                 hypocrite
              
               .
            
             
               Men
               ,
               who
               deserv'd
               what
               ever
               you
               endur'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               therefore
               plead
               that
               you
               might
               be
               assur'd
            
             
               God
               had
               rejected
               you
               :
               as
               all
               of
               you
            
             
               Affirm
               he
               has
               done
               me
               ;
               and
               argue
               too
            
             
               'Gainst
               your
               impatience
               
                 in
                 your
                 agony
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               harsh
               words
               augment
               your
               misery
               .
            
             
               I
               could
               insult
               ,
               I
               could
               your
               woes
               deride
               ;
            
             
               And
               jestingly
               passe
               by
               ,
               and
               
                 shake
                 my
                 head
              
            
             
               When
               I
               might
               see
               you
               thus
               on
               Dung-hill
               sit
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               do
               now
               ,
               and
               puzle
               all
               your
               wit
               ,
            
             
               (
               Though
               in
               the
               eyes
               o'
               th'
               world
               pretended
               saints
               )
            
             
               To
               make
               an
               answer
               to
               my
               arguments
               .
            
          
           
             
               All
               this
               I
               could
               perform
               ,
               were
               I
               inclin'd
               
            
             
               On
               such
               occasions
               to
               be
               so
               unkind
            
             
               To
               you
               ,
               as
               you
               are
               all
               of
               you
               to
               me
               ,
            
             
               And
               try
               your
               patience
               to
               that
               same
               degree
            
             
               As
               you
               do
               mine
               ;
               I
               could
               indeed
               expresse
            
             
               My
               thoughts
               of
               ,
               you
               with
               as
               much
               bitternesse
            
             
               As
               you
               do
               now
               of
               me
               .
            
             
               But
               God
               forbid
               ,
               were
               your
               estate
               so
               sad
               ,
            
             
               
                 I
                 should
                 affliction
                 to
                 affliction
                 add
                 .
              
            
             
               Or
               convocat
               my
               wits
               ,
               and
               rack
               my
               brain
               ,
            
             
               For
               shrewd
               inventions
               ,
               to
               augment
               your
               pain
               ,
            
             
               And
               smartly
               tax
               you
               when
               you
               did
               complain
               .
            
             
               No
               ,
               no
               ,
               but
               on
               the
               contrair
               ,
               from
               my
               soul
               ,
            
             
               I
               would
               your
               sad
               affliction
               condole
               .
            
             
               I
               'd
               cherish
               you
               
                 with
                 soft
                 ,
                 and
                 cordial
                 words
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Such
                 as
                 true
                 friendship
                 ,
                 at
                 such
                 times
                 ,
                 affords
                 :
              
            
             
               I
               'd
               tell
               you
               that
               afflictions
               are
               sent
            
             
               From
               Heaven
               upon
               us
               with
               no
               ill
               intent
               ;
            
             
               But
               all
               our
               woes
               ,
               if
               rightly
               understood
               ,
            
             
               Do
               rain
               upon
               us
               only
               for
               our
               good
               .
            
             
               I
               'd
               tell
               you
               too
               ,
               that
               Wheat
               the
               best
               of
               Grain
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               in
               Earths
               surface
               almost
               dead
               remain
               ,
            
             
               All
               the
               long
               Winter
               buried
               in
               Snow
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               maugre
               all
               those
               Storms
               it
               still
               doth
               grow
               .
            
             
             
               And
               in
               the
               Summer
               ,
               when
               the
               Sun
               draws
               nigh
               ,
            
             
               Makes
               an
               appearance
               with
               more
               bravery
               ,
            
             
               More
               Weight
               ,
               and
               Substance
               than
               all
               other
               Graines
               ,
            
             
               Which
               in
               
                 Green
                 Liveries
              
               do
               adorn
               the
               Plains
               ;
            
             
               Though
               none
               of
               those
               in
               shivering
               cold
               were
               sown
               ,
            
             
               As
               was
               the
               Wheat
               ;
               or
               had
               such
               pinching
               known
               ,
            
             
               As
               this
               same
               precious
               
                 feeding
                 Grain
              
               had
               done
               .
            
             
               I
               'd
               tell
               you
               how
               the
               
                 finest
                 Gold
              
               is
               found
               ,
            
             
               Not
               in
               the
               Valleys
               ,
               and
               the
               fruitful
               Ground
               ,
            
             
               But
               amongst
               barren
               Rock
               ,
               and
               Desart
               places
               ,
            
             
               Where
               nothing
               fit
               for
               Humane
               Food
               increases
               .
            
             
               I
               'd
               tell
               you
               also
               where
               the
               Coral
               grows
               ,
            
             
               Which
               every
               Mortal
               doth
               esteem
               ,
               who
               knows
            
             
               Its
               use
               and
               value
               :
               not
               in
               open
               Plains
            
             
               Amongst
               the
               pleasant
               Shrubs
               ,
               and
               useful
               Grains
               ,
            
             
               Not
               in
               inclosed
               Grounds
               ,
               on
               every
               side
            
             
               With
               Palisades
               of
               Quickset
               fortify'd
               ;
            
             
               Not
               in
               fair
               Gardens
               ,
               closly
               Wall'd
               a-round
               ,
            
             
               
                 Parks
                 ,
                 Orchards
                 ,
                 Forrests
                 ,
                 Woods
                 ,
              
               or
               some
               such
               ground
               ,
            
             
               Where
               other
               Plants
               do
               flourish
               and
               increase
               ,
            
             
               No
               this
               doth
               grow
               
                 i'
                 th'
                 bottom
                 of
                 the
                 Seas
              
               .
            
             
               This
               
                 fair
                 ingrain'd
                 Vermilion
                 Plant
              
               doth
               grow
               ,
            
             
               Where
               huge
               Sea-monsters
               ramble
               to
               and
               fro
               ,
            
             
               Devouring
               every
               thing
               which
               they
               can
               eat
               :
            
             
               And
               were
               this
               Corral
               for
               these
               fishes
               meat
               ,
            
             
               Man
               never
               would
               possess
               it
               .
               There
               it
               grows
            
             
               Where
               horrid
               darkness
               all
               things
               overflowes
               .
            
             
               In
               a
               most
               barren
               ground
               ,
               an
               useless
               land
               ,
            
             
               Made
               up
               of
               
                 pickled
                 rocks
              
               ,
               and
               
                 furrowed
                 sand
              
               .
            
             
               Yet
               there
               it
               grows
               ,
               and
               there
               its
               virtue
               saves
               ,
            
             
               Amidst
               the
               boistrous
               seas
               ,
               and
               sullen
               waves
               .
            
             
               And
               though
               indeed
               ,
               whilst
               in
               that
               dismal
               place
               ,
            
             
               Its
               form
               ,
               and
               beauty
               are
               in
               no
               good
               case
               ,
            
             
               Buried
               in
               Sea-weeds
               ,
               tender
               ,
               pale
               ,
               and
               soft
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               when
               by
               divers
               art
               't
               is
               brought
               aloft
               ,
            
             
               Anon
               it
               becomes
               hard
               ,
               of
               Scarlet-hue
            
             
               Both
               profitable
               ,
               and
               pleasant
               to
               the
               view
               .
            
             
               So
               in
               affliction
               virtue
               doth
               encrease
            
             
               Though
               buried
               in
               the
               bottom
               of
               the
               Seas
            
             
               Of
               Woes
               ,
               and
               Sorrows
               :
               for
               it
               still
               retains
            
             
               Its
               true
               intrinsick
               value
               ,
               and
               remains
            
             
               Amidst
               these
               rude
               insulting
               Waves
               intire
               ,
            
             
               As
               a
               true
               Diamond
               doth
               amidst
               the
               Fire
               .
            
             
               Thus
               ,
               thus
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               were
               you
               as
               I
               am
               now
               ,
            
             
               With
               such
               smooth
               Language
               I
               would
               comfort
               you
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               such
               sug'red
               words
               ,
               and
               pleasant
               trops
               ,
            
             
               Allay
               your
               sorrows
               ,
               and
               refresh
               your
               hopes
               .
            
             
               With
               healing
               words
               I
               would
               compesce
               the
               rage
            
             
               Of
               your
               afflictions
               ,
               and
               your
               grief
               asswage
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               O
               you
               'l
               say
               ,
               since
               I
               can
               thus
               express
               
            
             
               My self
               ,
               so
               smoothly
               in
               anothers
               case
               ,
            
             
               Since
               I
               to
               others
               can
               such
               comfort
               speak
               ,
            
             
               Why
               to
               my self
               do
               I
               not
               comfort
               take
               ?
            
             
               Why
               here
               it
               is
               now
               ,
               thus
               't
               is
               to
               be
               vex't
            
             
             
               With
               sore
               affliction
               ,
               thus
               to
               be
               perplex't
            
             
               In
               mind
               ,
               and
               body
               :
               here
               's
               the
               difference
            
             
               Betwixt
               a
               
                 bare
                 Opinion
              
               ,
               and
               Sense
               .
            
             
               These
               are
               your
               thoughts
               now
               ,
               and
               you
               do
               suppose
            
             
               Your
               wretched
               Friend
               to
               be
               as
               one
               of
               those
            
             
               Who
               can
               give
               others
               good
               advice
               ,
               and
               show
            
             
               Where
               they
               may
               find
               true
               comfort
               in
               their
               wo.
            
             
               Can
               others
               teach
               ,
               when
               with
               sad
               losses
               cross'd
            
             
               And
               'mongst
               the
               billows
               of
               affliction
               toss'd
               :
            
             
               How
               they
               should
               inconvenience
               avoid
               ,
            
             
               And
               not
               be
               with
               their
               miseries
               annoy'd
               :
            
             
               What
               Sail
               they
               should
               in
               such
               a
               Tempest
               bear
            
             
               Whot
               solid
               Course
               ,
               in
               prudence
               ,
               they
               should
               steer
            
             
               To
               save
               their
               lives
               ,
               and
               souls
               :
               but
               change
               the
               case
               ,
            
             
               And
               let
               such
               men
               themselves
               be
               in
               distress
               .
            
             
               Let
               but
               afflictions
               waves
               upon
               them
               break
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               themselves
               they
               can
               no
               council
               take
               ,
            
             
               
                 But
                 tye
                 up
                 th'
                 helm
                 ,
                 and
                 let
                 all
                 go
                 to
                 wrack
                 ▪
              
            
             
               This
               you
               imagine
               ,
               'cause
               you
               have
               no
               sense
            
             
               Of
               those
               sad
               pains
               ,
               which
               I
               do
               feel
               ,
               and
               thence
            
             
               Conclude
               that
               when
               you
               hear
               me
               thus
               complain
            
             
               
                 I
                 am
                 the
                 most
                 unduiiful
                 of
                 men
                 ,
              
            
             
               Who
               knowing
               better
               things
               do
               willfully
            
             
               Against
               my
               knowledge
               sin
               ,
               and
               foolishly
            
             
               Behave
               my self
               in
               misery
               like
               those
            
             
               Who
               nothing
               understand
               .
               Thus
               you
               suppose
            
             
               Thus
               you
               conclude
               ,
               and
               so
               by
               consequence
            
             
               
                 Return
                 me
                 guilty
                 of
                 impatience
              
               .
            
             
               But
               pray
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               observe
               ,
               I
               said
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               Thus
               I
               could
               do
               ,
               thus
               ,
               were
               you
               in
               my
               stead
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               ,
               as
               ye
               are
               ,
               from
               afflictions
               freed
               .
            
             
               But
               ,
               O
               there
               's
               great
               ,
               and
               vast
               disparity
            
             
               Betwixt
               the
               thought
               ,
               and
               sense
               of
               misery
               !
            
             
               As
               much
               as
               is
               betwixt
               
                 a
                 real
                 thing
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               
                 that
                 in
                 fancy
              
               ,
               or
               a
               suffering
            
             
               True
               blowes
               of
               Death
               ,
               and
               those
               upon
               a
               Stage
               :
            
             
               Or
               twixt
               a
               real
               tempest
               ,
               where
               the
               rage
            
             
               Of
               cruel
               waves
               some
               hundreds
               doth
               devour
               ,
            
             
               Where
               dying
               men
               with
               hideous
               cries
               out-roar
            
             
               The
               boistrous
               noise
               ,
               which
               wind
               ,
               and
               seas
               afford
               ,
            
             
               And
               such
               a
               thing
               in
               Picture
               :
               in
               a
               word
            
             
               Unlesse
               you
               felt
               those
               sorrows
               reallie
            
             
               Which
               I
               do
               feel
               ,
               and
               your
               prosperitie
            
             
               Were
               to
               affliction
               turn'd
               :
               unless
               your
               sense
            
             
               Were
               with
               such
               things
               acquaint
               ,
               no
               inference
            
             
               From
               suppositions
               ;
               no
               Imagination
            
             
               Of
               what
               they
               are
               ,
               by
               
                 Picture
                 ,
                 or
                 Relation
              
               ,
            
             
               No
               Map
               of
               such
               ,
               though
               ne'r
               so
               plain
               ,
               and
               fair
            
             
               Can
               make
               you
               understand
               ,
               what
               sorrows
               are
               .
            
             
               All
               those
               Ideas
               ,
               wichh
               your
               brain
               doth
               frame
               ,
            
             
               When
               you
               with
               pleasure
               of
               affliction
               dream
               :
            
             
               Are
               but
               weak
               notions
               ,
               mean
               conceptions
               ,
            
             
               And
               best
               of
               'em
               but
               
                 faint
                 Comparisons
              
               ,
            
             
               By
               which
               you
               cannot
               know
               what
               I
               endure
               ,
            
             
             
               Or
               learn
               what
               
                 true
                 affliction
              
               is
               ,
               no
               sure
               ,
            
             
               Unlesse
               ,
               as
               you
               see
               mine
               ,
               your
               case
               be
               this
               ,
            
             
               You
               cannot
               fancy
               what
               affliction
               is
               .
            
             
               But
               I
               do
               know
               ,
               alace
               I
               know
               too
               well
            
             
               What
               only
               you
               conceive
               ,
               but
               I
               do
               feel
               .
            
             
               I
               am
               the
               man
               have
               seen
               ,
               and
               can
               declare
            
             
               By
               sad
               experience
               what
               afflictons
               are
               .
            
             
               I
               am
               the
               man
               that
               have
               affliction
               seen
            
             
               In
               its
               true
               colours
               ,
               and
               have
               sadly
               been
            
             
               Oppress'd
               with
               grief
               ▪
               I
               am
               the
               man
               that
               knows
            
             
               Beyond
               all
               others
               ,
               true
               ,
               and
               real
               woes
               .
            
             
               Those
               
                 wasting
                 sighs
              
               ,
               in
               which
               insensibly
               ,
            
             
               The
               Soul
               out
               of
               its
               Earthly
               Cage
               doth
               fly
               :
            
             
               Those
               heavy
               groans
               ,
               which
               Life
               can
               hardly
               bear
               ,
            
             
               To
               me
               ,
               are
               become
               so
               familiar
               ,
            
             
               As
               when
               a
               few
               another
               man
               would
               kill
               ,
            
             
               I
               can
               emit
               a
               thousand
               ,
               when
               I
               will
               ,
            
             
               And
               yet
               not
               dye
               .
               Those
               hateful
               passages
            
             
               Of
               humane
               Life
               ,
               which
               make
               our
               woes
               encreasse
               ,
            
             
               
                 Fraud
                 ,
                 and
                 oppression
              
               ,
               hard
               for
               any
               man
            
             
               T'
               endure
               ,
               are
               become
               my
               quotidian
               .
            
             
               Tears
               from
               my
               eyes
               incessantly
               do
               flow
               ,
            
             
               As
               when
               in
               Summer
               heaps
               of
               melted
               Snow
            
             
               Falls
               from
               the
               Mountains
               ,
               with
               such
               violence
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               have
               almost
               lost
               my
               
                 optick
                 sense
              
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               still
               I
               live
               :
               my
               Body
               is
               o're
               grown
               ,
            
             
               With
               
                 putred
                 sores
              
               ,
               my
               Spirit
               overflown
               ,
            
             
               With
               
                 seas
                 of
                 grief
              
               ,
               yet
               am
               I
               not
               undone
               .
            
             
               What
               shall
               I
               do
               then
               ,
               shall
               I
               live
               ,
               or
               dye
               ,
            
             
               Sleep
               ,
               or
               awake
               ,
               on
               this
               ,
               or
               that
               side
               lye
               ?
            
             
               Even
               what
               I
               will
               ,
               't
               is
               all
               one
               in
               the
               case
               ,
            
             
               For
               no
               invention
               can
               procure
               me
               ease
               .
            
             
               Speaking
               ,
               and
               silence
               is
               to
               me
               one
               thing
               ,
            
             
               For
               neither
               of
               'em
               can
               me
               comfort
               bring
               .
            
          
           
             
               Comfort
               ,
               alace
               ,
               a
               thing
               so
               strange
               to
               me
               ,
               
            
             
               I
               cannot
               fancy
               what
               it
               is
               ;
               nor
               see
            
             
               From
               whence
               it
               should
               proceed
               :
               I
               scarce
               can
               dream
            
             
               Of
               such
               a
               thing
               ,
               I
               hardly
               know
               its
               name
               .
            
             
               Now
               pray
               where
               is
               this
               comfort
               to
               be
               had
               ?
            
             
               Is
               it
               in
               commerce
               ?
               do
               men
               make
               a
               trade
            
             
               In
               venting
               of
               it
               ?
               is
               it
               to
               be
               sold
               ?
            
             
               Can
               it
               be
               had
               for
               Money
               ,
               or
               for
               Gold
               ?
            
             
               If
               so
               ,
               then
               you
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               may
               comfort
               buy
               ,
            
             
               You
               may
               acquire
               it
               by
               your
               Means
               ,
               not
               I
               ,
            
             
               Who
               stripp'd
               of
               all
               ,
               here
               a
               poor
               Beggar
               ly
               .
            
             
               Poor
               ,
               and
               diseas'd
               ,
               o're
               burdened
               with
               wrath
               ,
            
             
               Depress'd
               with
               sorrow
               ,
               wearied
               to
               the
               death
               ,
            
             
               With
               heavy
               loads
               of
               grief
               .
               —
               I
               faint
               ,
               —
               I
               faint
               ;
            
             
               My
               spirits
               now
               I
               hope
               are
               fully
               spent
               .
            
             
               O
               let
               me
               dy
               ,
               since
               God
               has
               dissipat
            
             
               The
               hopes
               of
               both
               my
               Family
               ,
               and
               Estate
               .
            
             
               Since
               thou
               hast
               scattered
               both
               my
               Means
               ,
               and
               Race
               ,
            
             
               And
               brought
               me
               in
               contempt
               ,
               and
               sad
               disgrace
               ,
            
             
             
               With
               all
               my
               friends
               ;
               who
               will
               not
               own
               me
               more
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               converse
               with
               me
               as
               they
               did
               before
               ,
            
             
               
                 Because
                 the
                 hand
                 of
                 God
                 hath
                 made
                 me
                 poor
                 .
              
            
             
               Since
               thou
               hast
               made
               me
               odious
               to
               all
               ,
            
             
               And
               none
               do
               pity
               ,
               or
               lament
               my
               fall
               :
            
             
               But
               even
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               men
               ,
               who
               I
               thought
               had
               known
            
             
               My
               temper
               ,
               and
               at
               such
               time
               would
               ha'
               shown
            
             
               Their
               kindness
               to
               me
               in
               my
               sad
               distresse
               ,
            
             
               By
               their
               proud
               words
               afford
               me
               nothing
               lesse
               .
            
             
               Nay
               those
               whom
               blood
               to
               me
               had
               rendred
               dear
               ,
            
             
               Insult
               upon
               my
               woes
               ,
               and
               now
               appear
            
             
               More
               fierce
               ,
               more
               cruel
               ,
               more
               in
               Rancour
               di'd
               ,
            
             
               Than
               all
               
                 my
                 prating
                 Enimies
              
               beside
               .
            
             
               Then
               let
               me
               die
               !
               at
               length
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               let
               me
               die
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               may
               here
               shut
               up
               the
               History
               ,
            
             
               Of
               a
               most
               miserable
               Life
               ,
               and
               close
            
             
               In
               my
               last
               Groan
               ,
               the
               Fable
               of
               my
               woes
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               why
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               should
               I
               any
               longer
               see
               
            
             
               The
               light
               of
               Heaven
               ,
               who
               am
               condemn'd
               by
               thee
               !
            
             
               No
               ,
               with
               my
               Mantle
               wrapp'd
               about
               my
               head
               ,
            
             
               Let
               me
               be
               to
               the
               
                 place
                 of
                 dying
              
               led
               ;
            
             
               Where
               I
               may
               quicklie
               find
               what
               I
               desire
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               twinkling
               of
               an
               eye
               expire
               .
            
             
               Expire
               ?
               O
               happie
               word
               !
               to
               ease
               my
               pain
               ,
            
             
               Let
               me
               but
               once
               repeat
               that
               word
               again
               :
            
             
               Expire
               !
               —
               alace
               I
               fear
               that
               favour
               yet
            
             
               Will
               not
               be
               granted
               .
               I
               must
               longer
               wait
            
             
               For
               that
               
                 last
                 blow
              
               :
               and
               in
               this
               panting
               breath
            
             
               Still
               live
               ,
               yet
               feel
               the
               horrid
               pains
               of
               Death
               .
            
             
               A
               thing
               that
               should
               not
               live
               ,
               yet
               cannot
               die
               ;
            
             
               Lord
               what
               a
               goodly
               spectacle
               am
               I
               !
            
             
               Poor
               ,
               Lean
               ,
               Diseas'd
               ,
               Sun-dry'd
               ,
               and
               Withered
               ,
            
             
               My
               Face
               with
               Wrinkles
               deeply
               furrowed
               ,
            
             
               All
               these
               do
               shew
               it
               is
               not
               fit
               that
               I
            
             
               Should
               live
               ,
               and
               yet
               I
               'm
               not
               allow'd
               to
               die
               .
            
          
           
             
               Was
               ever
               man
               in
               such
               a
               dismal
               case
               ?
               
            
             
               Was
               ever
               mortal
               tortured
               thus
               ?
               alace
            
             
               I
               'm
               torn
               to
               pieces
               ,
               by
               the
               Divine
               Wrath
               ,
            
             
               And
               yet
               deny'd
               the
               
                 Liberty
                 of
                 Death
              
               .
            
             
               I
               'm
               become
               odious
               in
               Gods
               sight
               ,
               he
               hates
            
             
               The
               verie
               thoughts
               of
               me
               ,
               he
               meanlie
               rates
            
             
               All
               my
               Pretensions
               :
               nay
               he
               frowns
               upon
               me
               ,
            
             
               Denies
               his
               presence
               ,
               will
               hear
               no
               more
               on
               me
               .
            
             
               As
               
                 a
                 notorious
                 Traitor
              
               I
               am
               us'd
               ,
            
             
               The
               priviledge
               of
               council
               is
               refus'd
               ,
            
             
               To
               me
               ,
               and
               which
               is
               worse
               ,
               oblig'd
               down
               right
               ▪
            
             
               To
               answer
               my
               Inditement
               ,
               
                 without
                 sight
              
               .
            
             
               And
               'cause
               th'
               Almighty
               doth
               me
               thus
               despise
               ,
            
             
               My
               Enemies
               in
               wrath
               against
               me
               rise
               ,
            
             
               They
               rise
               against
               me
               with
               great
               Violence
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               
                 sharp
                 words
              
               assault
               my
               innocence
               .
            
             
               With
               grinding
               teeth
               ,
               and
               eyes
               all
               in
               a
               flame
               ,
            
             
               They
               stare
               about
               them
               ,
               when
               they
               hear
               my
               name
               ,
            
             
               With
               such
               disdain
               they
               do
               upon
               me
               smile
               ,
            
             
             
               As
               if
               forsooth
               it
               were
               not
               worth
               their
               while
            
             
               To
               notice
               such
               as
               I
               appear
               to
               be
               ,
            
             
               Or
               eye
               such
               a
               poor
               wretched
               soul
               as
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               With
               mouths
               wide
               open
               they
               upon
               me
               gape
               
            
             
               As
               if
               they
               'd
               me
               devour
               ,
               and
               seem
               to
               ape
            
             
               The
               
                 Hectors
                 of
                 the
                 Ocean
              
               ,
               when
               they
               chase
            
             
               With
               open
               mouths
               before
               them
               through
               the
               seas
            
             
               
                 Shoals
                 of
                 small
                 Fishes
              
               ;
               and
               most
               bitterly
            
             
               With
               Tongues
               ,
               like
               Scorpions
               ,
               they
               continually
            
             
               Do
               whip
               my
               Soul
               :
               they
               whisper
               to
               each
               other
            
             
               They
               go
               aside
               ,
               and
               there
               consult
               together
            
             
               How
               they
               may
               vex
               me
               further
               :
               they
               devise
            
             
               With
               all
               their
               force
               ,
               and
               art
               that
               in
               them
               lies
            
             
               How
               to
               undo
               me
               ,
               and
               bring
               evidence
               ,
            
             
               
                 T'
                 invalidat
                 my
                 Plea
                 of
                 Innocence
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Now
               it
               appears
               alace
               that
               God
               indeed
               
            
             
               Has
               me
               rejected
               ,
               and
               delivered
            
             
               Me
               as
               a
               slave
               into
               the
               hands
               of
               those
            
             
               Who
               are
               both
               his
               ,
               and
               my
               declared
               foes
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               was
               in
               Wealth
               ,
               and
               Honour
               ,
               and
               Esteem
               ,
               
            
             
               In
               great
               respect
               ,
               of
               all
               who
               heard
               my
               name
               :
            
             
               I
               knew
               what
               plentie
               was
               ,
               I
               liv'd
               at
               ease
               ;
            
             
               And
               no
               cross-dealings
               did
               disturb
               my
               peace
               ,
            
             
               Now
               I
               am
               poor
               ,
               now
               I
               am
               desolate
               ,
            
             
               And
               forfeit
               both
               of
               Honour
               ,
               and
               Estate
               .
            
             
               Now
               I
               am
               pinch'd
               ,
               and
               in
               great
               Penury
               ,
            
             
               Now
               I
               am
               poor
               ,
               and
               on
               the
               Dung-hill
               lie
               ,
            
             
               
                 Like
                 an
                 old
                 useless
                 Jade
                 expos'd
                 to
                 die
                 .
              
            
             
               The
               Wrath
               of
               God
               has
               shattered
               me
               to
               pieces
               ,
            
             
               And
               yet
               that
               wrath
               against
               me
               still
               encreaies
               .
            
          
           
             
               As
               
                 Grim-fac'd
                 Archers
              
               ,
               Executioners
               
            
             
               Of
               earthlie
               justice
               do
               themselves
               disperse
            
             
               In
               quest
               of
               Malefactors
               ;
               beat
               the
               Woods
               ,
            
             
               Willowes
               ,
               and
               Reeds
               ,
               that
               grow
               among
               the
               Floods
               ,
            
             
               Survey
               the
               Mountains
               ,
               and
               the
               Champaign
               Ground
               ,
            
             
               And
               give
               not
               over
               ,
               while
               their
               prey
               be
               found
               ,
            
             
               So
               have
               
                 Gods
                 Archers
              
               compass'd
               me
               around
               .
            
             
               I
               'm
               now
               their
               Captive
               ,
               by
               those
               I
               am
               led
            
             
               Whether
               they
               list
               ,
               pinion'd
               ,
               and
               fettered
               .
            
             
               They
               spare
               me
               not
               ,
               their
               fury
               knows
               no
               bounds
               ,
            
             
               They
               've
               made
               me
               all
               a
               Masse
               of
               Blood
               ,
               and
               Wounds
               .
            
          
           
             
               With
               heavy
               stroaks
               ,
               and
               blows
               ingeminat
               ,
               
            
             
               I
               'm
               broke
               to
               pieces
               :
               I
               'm
               excoriat
               ,
            
             
               By
               
                 Furrowing
                 Stripes
              
               :
               such
               cruel
               usage
               sure
            
             
               Never
               yet
               breathing
               Mortal
               did
               endure
               .
            
             
               As
               a
               fierce
               Giant
               ,
               with
               his
               monstrous
               Spear
               ,
            
             
               Banded
               ,
               and
               pointed
               ,
               beyond
               ordinar
               ,
            
             
               With
               violence
               ,
               upon
               his
               foe
               doth
               run
               ,
            
             
               So
               by
               the
               strength
               of
               God
               I
               am
               undone
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               this
               cause
               I
               upon
               my
               Skin
               have
               sow'd
               
            
             
               
                 A
                 doleful
                 Sack-cloath
              
               ,
               and
               my
               head
               have
               bow'd
            
             
               Low
               to
               the
               ground
               ;
               for
               this
               cause
               I
               lament
               ,
            
             
               For
               this
               cause
               I
               my
               cloaths
               have
               torn
               ,
               and
               rent
               ,
            
             
               My
               head
               have
               shav'd
               ,
               and
               in
               this
               sad
               Estate
               ,
            
             
             
               Each
               minut
               I
               my
               Threnody
               repeat
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               face
               with
               weeping
               is
               all
               withered
               ,
               
            
             
               Death
               o're
               my
               eyes
               its
               coverlet
               hath
               spread
               .
            
             
               The
               
                 pretty
                 guardians
              
               ,
               which
               did
               formerly
            
             
               Protect
               my
               wearied
               eyes
               from
               injury
               ,
            
             
               Now
               weak
               ,
               and
               sore
               ,
               with
               watching
               overspent
               .
            
             
               And
               by
               uninterrupted
               weeping
               faint
               ,
            
             
               Have
               quite
               their
               stations
               ,
               and
               take
               no
               more
               care
            
             
               Of
               their
               poor
               charge
               ,
               but
               now
               quite
               uselesse
               are
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               let
               me
               once
               again
               then
               but
               demand
               
            
             
               Of
               my
               great
               God
               ,
               that
               I
               may
               understand
            
             
               From
               him
               what
               is
               the
               cause
               of
               all
               my
               woe
               ;
            
             
               Just
               King
               of
               Heavens
               !
               —
               why
               am
               I
               punish'd
               so
               .
            
             
               I
               am
               not
               conscious
               of
               such
               horrid
               guilt
               ,
            
             
               As
               may
               deserve
               this
               :
               do
               then
               ,
               what
               thou
               wilt
               ;
            
             
               Cut
               me
               to
               pieces
               ,
               let
               my
               flesh
               be
               thrown
            
             
               To
               Dogs
               for
               food
               ;
               my
               bones
               dispers'd
               ,
               and
               sow'n
            
             
               Upon
               the
               highwayes
               ,
               that
               each
               Passenger
               ,
            
             
               Who
               travels
               on
               the
               Road
               ,
               may
               ,
               without
               care
               ▪
            
             
               Trample
               upon
               them
               ;
               yet
               I
               still
               must
               cry
            
             
               O
               my
               good
               God
               ,
               with
               thy
               good
               liberty
               ,
            
             
               
                 I
                 bear
                 a
                 heart
                 ,
                 that
                 doth
                 entirely
                 love
              
            
             
               
                 Its
                 great
                 Creator
              
               :
               and
               each
               hour
               doth
               prove
            
             
               By
               fervent
               prayer
               ,
               with
               what
               alacrity
            
             
               It
               doth
               perform
               all
               works
               of
               piety
               ;
            
             
               And
               is
               not
               guilty
               of
               hypocrisie
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               Earth
               !
               to
               Mortals
               common
               
                 Source
                 ,
                 and
                 Grave
              
               !
            
             
               Who
               kindly
               dost
               all
               breathless
               dust
               receive
               ,
               
            
             
               If
               I
               be
               such
               ,
               as
               men
               would
               have
               me
               be
               ,
            
             
               Let
               my
               
                 foul
                 blood
              
               no
               shelter
               find
               from
               thee
               ,
            
             
               But
               let
               my
               Corps
               expos'd
               upon
               the
               place
               ,
            
             
               Be
               to
               Spectators
               shown
               
                 with
                 open
                 face
              
               ,
            
             
               That
               ,
               if
               I
               dy
               fo
               great
               a
               Criminal
               ,
            
             
               As
               men
               would
               have
               me
               ,
               I
               may
               by
               all
            
             
               Voted
               unworthy
               of
               a
               burial
               .
            
          
           
             
               Why
               be
               it
               so
               then
               ,
               let
               me
               be
               condemn'd
               
            
             
               By
               man
               on
               Earth
               ,
               let
               me
               be
               thus
               esteem'd
            
             
               A
               
                 lying
                 Rogue
              
               ,
               a
               Hypocrite
               ,
               a
               Cheat
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Principles
               false
               ,
               and
               adulterat
               ;
            
             
               Yet
               
                 the
                 great
                 Judge
                 o'
                 th'
                 World
              
               doth
               know
               my
               cause
               ,
            
             
               And
               well
               I
               hope
               by
               tryal
               
                 of
                 his
                 Laws
              
               ,
            
             
               To
               be
               acquit
               ,
               my
               witnesse
               is
               on
               high
               ,
            
             
               My
               Records
               in
               the
               Heavens
               securely
               ly
               :
            
             
               By
               those
               ,
               one
               day
               ,
               I
               hope
               to
               make
               appear
               ,
            
             
               How
               from
               those
               Crimes
               I
               'm
               innocent
               ,
               and
               clear
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               to
               my
               unkind
               friends
               ,
               who
               on
               pretence
               
            
             
               Of
               consolation
               ,
               vent
               their
               eloquence
               ,
            
             
               Against
               the
               most
               unpitied
               of
               men
               ,
            
             
               Accusing
               me
               (
               poor
               wretch
               )
               once
               ,
               and
               again
               ,
            
             
               Present
               I
               shall
               no
               other
               answer
               make
               ,
            
             
               Then
               that
               
                 my
                 God
                 I
                 hope
                 at
                 length
                 will
                 speak
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               from
               his
               mouth
               resolve
               undoubtedly
               ,
            
             
               
                 Which
                 of
                 us
                 have
                 most
                 erreà
                 ,
                 they
                 ,
                 or
                 I
                 :
              
            
             
               Whilst
               I
               my self
               no
               other
               way
               defend
               ,
            
             
               But
               by
               
                 those
                 tears
              
               ,
               which
               from
               my
               eyes
               descend
               ,
            
             
               
                 By
                 which
                 to
                 God
                 my
                 cause
                 I
                 recommend
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               Yet
               ,
               would
               to
               God
               that
               one
               in
               my
               estate
               ,
               
            
             
               As
               with
               his
               Neighbour
               ,
               freely
               might
               debate
            
             
               With
               his
               Creator
               :
               then
               would
               I
               demand
            
             
               For
               what
               sad
               misdemeanours
               doth
               the
               hand
            
             
               Of
               God
               thus
               ly
               upon
               me
               ?
               why
               alace
            
             
               Am
               I
               in
               such
               a
               lamentable
               case
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Is
               it
               because
               
                 the
                 season
                 of
                 my
                 years
              
               ,
               
            
             
               Proper
               for
               such
               afflictions
               appears
               :
            
             
               And
               that
               the
               strength
               ,
               and
               vigour
               of
               my
               age
               ,
            
             
               Seems
               able
               with
               such
               tortures
               to
               engage
               .
            
             
               Why
               be
               it
               so
               :
               —
               yet
               after
               all
               —
               alace
               ,
            
             
               Me
               thinks
               my
               God
               should
               now
               extend
               some
               grace
               ,
            
             
               And
               not
               for
               ever
               show
               
                 an
                 angry
                 face
              
               .
            
             
               Yea
               sure
               ,
               me
               thinks
               he
               should
               some
               pity
               have
               ,
            
             
               Now
               when
               
                 I
                 am
                 even
                 stepping
                 to
                 my
                 Grave
                 .
              
            
             
               For
               oh
               !
               —
            
             
               My
               time
               appointed
               quickly
               shall
               run
               out
               ,
            
             
               My
               years
               shall
               vanish
               soon
               ,
               and
               then
               I
               doubt
               ,
            
             
               Some
               friend
               will
               kindly
               drop
               a
               tear
               ,
               and
               mourn
            
             
               
                 For
                 one
                 ,
                 who
                 goes
                 ,
                 whence
                 he
                 shall
                 not
                 return
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             Cap.
             XVII
             .
          
           
             
               MY
               Lungs
               are
               wasted
               ,
               and
               I
               find
               my
               breath
               
            
             
               Is
               corrupt
               ,
               and
               has
               now
               
                 the
                 scent
                 of
                 Death
              
               .
            
             
               The
               
                 current
                 of
                 my
                 Life
              
               is
               now
               run
               out
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               when
               on
               all
               hands
               I
               do
               look
               about
               ,
            
             
               I
               find
               there
               's
               no
               way
               how
               I
               can
               escape
            
             
               The
               Grave
               ,
               for
               every
               spot
               of
               Earth
               doth
               gape
            
             
               For
               this
               poor
               Carrion
               ;
               and
               I
               wish
               it
               were
            
             
               Fairly
               interr'd
               ,
               and
               not
               i'
               th'
               open
               air
            
             
               Expos'd
               ,
               to
               be
               the
               Food
               ,
               and
               daily
               Fare
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Beasts
               ,
               and
               Birds
               of
               prey
               .
               —
            
          
           
             
               I
               drop
               into
               the
               Grave
               ,
               —
               I
               breath
               with
               pain
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               nothing
               of
               a
               man
               doth
               now
               remain
               .
            
             
               But
               
                 some
                 small
                 reason
              
               ,
               and
               a
               voice
               ,
               that
               's
               shrunk
            
             
               Into
               the
               accent
               of
               a
               
                 hollow
                 Trunk
              
               .
            
             
               Yet
               in
               this
               sad
               condition
               fain
               would
               I
            
             
               Expect
               the
               good
               hour
               ,
               wherein
               I
               must
               dye
               .
            
             
               I
               'd
               fain
               resign
               my
               breath
               ,
               and
               trindle
               hence
               ,
            
             
               With
               satisfaction
               ,
               that
               my
               innocence
               ,
            
             
               Though
               question'd
               here
               ,
               is
               to
               my
               Maker
               known
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               must
               make
               account
               to
               him
               alone
               .
            
             
               Fain
               would
               I
               in
               the
               Grave
               ly
               down
               ,
               and
               rest
            
             
               My
               wearied
               Bones
               :
               where
               I
               might
               find
               at
               least
            
             
               After
               so
               many
               pains
               ,
               and
               sorrows
               ,
               ease
               ,
            
             
               But
               these
               men
               will
               not
               let
               me
               dy
               in
               peace
               .
            
             
               For
               ,
               
                 stead
                 of
                 comfort
              
               ,
               in
               this
               exigent
               ,
            
             
             
               With
               bitter
               words
               ,
               they
               do
               my
               Soul
               torment
               .
            
             
               Were
               any
               of
               those
               men
               now
               in
               my
               case
               ,
            
             
               How
               would
               they
               take
               it
               pray
               ?
               if
               in
               their
               face
               ,
            
             
               
                 While
                 they
                 were
                 dying
              
               ,
               one
               should
               them
               upbraid
               ,
            
             
               And
               call
               them
               Hypocrites
               ?
               —
               I
               am
               afraid
            
             
               For
               all
               their
               fair
               pretended
               patience
               ,
            
             
               Were
               they
               but
               conscious
               of
               their
               innocence
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               such
               sad
               distress
               ,
               as
               I
               am
               now
               ,
            
             
               Their
               
                 warm
                 Religion
              
               ,
               and
               their
               Morals
               too
               ,
            
             
               In
               such
               a
               case
               ,
               would
               have
               enough
               ado
               .
            
             
               To
               curb
               just
               Indignation
               ,
               which
               ,
               no
               doubt
               ,
            
             
               As
               well
               ,
               as
               mine
               ,
               would
               suddainly
               burst
               out
               .
            
             
               Sure
               they
               'd
               complain
               ,
               and
               tax
               th'
               Upbraiders
               too
            
             
               O●
               Barbarous
               ,
               unkind
               Usage
               ,
               as
               I
               now
            
             
               Do
               them
               for
               their
               harsh
               dealing
               thus
               with
               one
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               Innocence
               even
               to
               themselves
               is
               known
               .
            
             
               For
               no
               so
               Sauvage
               Nation
               ever
               yet
            
             
               Allowed
               that
               dying
               men
               at
               such
               a
               rate
            
             
               Should
               be
               insulted
               ,
               but
               most
               courteouslie
            
             
               Have
               still
               indulg'd
               to
               such
               the
               Libertie
            
             
               To
               use
               their
               own
               Devotions
               ,
               and
               die
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               this
               to
               me
               my
               unkind
               Friends
               deny
               .
            
          
           
             
               Since
               things
               are
               so
               ,
               with
               these
               I
               'le
               no
               more
               speak
               ,
               
            
             
               But
               to
               th'
               Almighty
               I
               'le
               my
               speech
               direct
               ▪
            
             
               I
               must
               a
               little
               with
               my
               God
               debate
               ,
            
             
               With
               my
               
                 Good
                 God
              
               I
               must
               the
               question
               state
               :
            
             
               For
               I
               perceive
               ,
               (
               let
               me
               say
               what
               I
               can
               )
            
             
               My
               case
               cannot
               be
               understood
               by
               man
               :
            
             
               I
               will
               debate
               with
               God
               then
               .
               Say
               ,
               Good
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               Wilt
               thou
               to
               me
               this
               liberty
               afford
               ?
            
             
               Wilt
               thou
               with
               me
               
                 join
                 issue
                 in
                 the
                 case
              
               ?
            
             
               And
               let
               us
               argue
               frreely
               ,
               face
               to
               face
               ,
            
             
               As
               one
               doth
               with
               another
               here
               below
               ,
            
             
               And
               plead
               th'
               affair
               
                 in
                 open
                 Court
              
               ,
               if
               so
               ,
            
             
               Be
               pleas'd
               to
               
                 put
                 in
                 surety
              
               for
               that
               end
               :
            
             
               
                 Now
                 who'll
                 ba●l
                 God
                 ,
                 as
                 one
                 would
                 do
                 his
                 Friend
                 ?
              
            
          
           
             
               Go
               to
               then
               ,
               —
               since
               I
               must
               debate
               my
               case
               
            
             
               With
               God
               ,
               who
               understands
               it
               ,
               not
               with
               these
               ,
            
             
               Who
               neither
               understands
               it
               ,
               nor
               will
               be
               ,
            
             
               (
               By
               all
               that
               I
               can
               speak
               )
               inform'd
               by
               me
               .
            
             
               First
               then
               ,
               my
               God
               (
               let
               these
               say
               what
               they
               will
               )
            
             
               I
               lay
               it
               
                 as
                 a
                 solid
                 Principle
              
               ,
            
             
               That
               ,
               though
               when
               sins
               of
               wicked
               men
               do
               cry
            
             
               To
               Heavens
               for
               justice
               ,
               on
               whom
               by
               ,
               and
               by
            
             
               Thou
               send'st
               thy
               numerous
               Plagues
               in
               troops
               abroad
               ,
            
             
               And
               put'st
               those
               wretches
               
                 under
                 thy
                 blackrod
              
               :
            
             
               Yet
               those
               are
               not
               the
               only
               men
               ,
               whom
               thou
            
             
               Appoin't'st
               for
               sorrow
               ,
               but
               to
               just
               men
               too
            
             
               Sad
               tokens
               are
               of
               thy
               displeasure
               sent
               ,
            
             
               By
               way
               of
               Trial
               not
               of
               Punishment
               .
            
             
               For
               I
               denie
               ●o●
               
                 but
                 Afflictions
                 are
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 just
                 rewards
                 of
                 sin
              
               nor
               will
               I
               dare
            
             
               T'
               aver
               the
               contr●●
               :
               Yet
               O
               Lord
               ,
               I
               know
            
             
               Oft
               times
               thou
               dost
               afflict
               thy
               own
               ,
               that
               so
            
             
             
               Thou
               mayst
               by
               humbling
               of
               'em
               ,
               let
               them
               see
            
             
               How
               much
               all
               Mankind
               should
               depend
               on
               thee
               ,
            
             
               Who
               all
               things
               hast
               created
               ,
               and
               can'st
               send
            
             
               Judgments
               ,
               or
               Mercies
               ,
               where
               thou
               dost
               intend
               .
            
             
               And
               yet
               ,
               when
               thou
               dost
               
                 Good
                 Men
              
               persecute
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               dost
               not
               mark
               them
               ,
               as
               (
               without
               dispute
               )
            
             
               
                 Men
                 who
                 deserv'd
                 such
                 usage
                 at
                 thy
                 hand
              
               ;
            
             
               No
               certainly
               ,
               for
               none
               who
               understand
            
             
               The
               method
               ,
               which
               thy
               Divine
               Providence
            
             
               Doth
               use
               with
               men
               ,
               and
               
                 what
                 's
                 the
                 difference
              
            
             
               
                 Betwixt
                 a
                 Trial
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 Punishment
                 ,
              
            
             
               Will
               make
               up
               such
               an
               
                 unkind
                 Argument
              
               ,
            
             
               As
               these
               out
               of
               my
               sad
               afflictions
               do
               ;
            
             
               But
               notwithstanding
               all
               my
               plagues
               ,
               allow
            
             
               I
               am
               not
               yet
               so
               guilty
               ,
               as
               those
               men
            
             
               By
               very
               
                 Strength
                 of
                 Rhetorick
              
               ,
               would
               fain
            
             
               Perswade
               me
               to
               believe
               :
               whilst
               they
               assert
            
             
               As
               a
               firm
               Axiom
               ,
               and
               by
               rules
               of
               art
            
             
               Argue
               it
               boldly
               ,
               —
               
                 that
                 no
                 man
                 can
                 be
              
            
             
               
                 Afflicted
                 by
                 the
                 hand
                 of
                 God
                 ,
                 but
                 he
              
            
             
               
                 Whose
                 sins
                 are
                 horrid
                 ,
                 and
                 abominable
                 :
              
            
             
               A
               strange
               opinion
               !
               an
               intolerable
               ,
            
             
               And
               impudent
               assertion
               ,
               such
               as
               none
               ,
            
             
               Who
               have
               regard
               to
               their
               own
               Souls
               would
               own
               .
            
          
           
             
               What!
               —
               thus
               to
               circumscribe
               
                 th'
                 Almighty
                 God!
              
            
             
               As
               if
               he
               should
               not
               use
               his
               angry
               rod
            
             
               On
               any
               but
               his
               open
               enimies
               ,
            
             
               
                 In
                 m●er
                 revenge
              
               ,
               and
               not
               his
               own
               chastise
               ,
            
             
               To
               keep
               them
               
                 in
                 their
                 duty
              
               :
               —
               this
               indeed
            
             
               Is
               Doctrine
               no
               way
               to
               be
               suffered
               .
            
             
               Poor
               
                 inconsiderat
                 Fools
              
               !
               they
               'l
               not
               allow
            
             
               That
               priviledge
               to
               God
               ,
               which
               Mortals
               do
            
             
               Freely
               enjoy
               ,
               without
               impediment
               ,
            
             
               For
               ,
               should
               one
               now
               retort
               their
               argument
            
             
               Upon
               themselves
               ,
               and
               seriously
               check
            
             
               
                 Those
                 knowing
                 persons
              
               ,
               when
               they
               do
               correct
               ,
            
             
               With
               
                 loving
                 stripes
              
               ,
               those
               of
               their
               Family
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               they
               do
               most
               esteem
               :
               then
               by
               ,
               and
               by
            
             
               They'd
               tell
               us
               what
               they
               do
               is
               not
               revenge
               ,
            
             
               
                 Hatred
                 ,
                 or
                 Wrath
              
               ,
               but
               Love
               :
               and
               yet
               't
               is
               strange
            
             
               They
               should
               assert
               
                 that
                 God
                 afflicteth
                 none
              
            
             
               
                 But
                 those
                 he
                 hates
              
               —
               —
            
             
               Thus
               I
               perceive
               then
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               th'
               hast
               hid
               from
               these
            
             
               The
               true
               ,
               and
               genuine
               meaning
               of
               my
               case
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               ,
               Lord
               :
               I
               know
               all
               comes
               alike
               to
               all
               ,
            
             
               And
               thou
               ,
               in
               Wisdom
               ,
               
                 lets
                 thy
                 Judgments
                 fall
              
            
             
               
                 On
                 just
                 ,
                 and
                 sinful
                 men
                 promis●uously
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               wilt
               not
               show
               the
               world
               a
               reason
               why
            
             
               Thou
               thus
               dost
               act
               :
               that
               so
               both
               good
               ,
               and
               bad
            
             
               May
               know
               
                 thy
                 Mighty
                 Hand
              
               ,
               and
               be
               afraid
            
             
               T'
               incur
               the
               hazard
               of
               thy
               hot
               displeasure
               ,
            
             
               When
               thou
               demonst●ates
               to
               'em
               ,
               with
               what
               measure
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               fadom'st
               all
               mens
               actions
               :
               for
               ,
               as
               thou
               ,
            
             
               Where
               wrath
               is
               merited
               ,
               wilt
               not
               allow
            
             
             
               The
               party
               punish'd
               
                 should
                 plead
                 innocent
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               say
               thou'
               rt
               cruel
               in
               his
               punishment
               ,
            
             
               So
               ,
               when
               thou
               sendst
               afflictons
               on
               the
               just
               ,
            
             
               And
               godly
               men
               ,
               who
               in
               thy
               mercy
               trust
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               'lt
               not
               permit
               that
               any
               should
               conclude
               ,
            
             
               From
               thence
               ,
               that
               such
               men
               must
               be
               understood
            
             
               Guilty
               of
               all
               ,
               that
               's
               evil
               :
               for
               ,
               if
               so
            
             
               The
               blessed
               
                 Saints
                 in
                 Heaven
              
               might
               undergo
            
             
               The
               
                 censure
                 of
                 the
                 most
                 ungodly
                 men
              
            
             
               
                 That
                 ever
                 liv'd
                 on
                 Earth
              
               ;
               since
               it
               is
               plain
               ,
            
             
               None
               ever
               such
               afflictions
               endur'd
               ,
            
             
               As
               those
               ,
               and
               yet
               to
               say
               their
               sins
               procur'd
            
             
               All
               that
               they
               suffered
               ,
               and
               that
               all
               they
               felt
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               in
               
                 the
                 land
                 of
                 misery
              
               they
               dwelt
               .
            
             
               Was
               but
               
                 the
                 product
                 of
                 their
                 faults
              
               :
               and
               that
            
             
               Their
               judgements
               hardly
               were
               proportionat
            
             
               To
               their
               
                 foul
                 Crimes
              
               ,
               were
               inallowable
               ,
            
             
               Since
               thou
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
               hast
               made
               them
               capable
            
             
               Of
               thy
               eternal
               favour
               .
               
                 Nay
                 this
                 were
              
            
             
               
                 To
                 prove
                 Religion
                 were
                 no
                 more
                 but
                 Air
                 ,
              
            
             
               That
               none
               were
               pious
               ,
               that
               no
               man
               did
               call
            
             
               Upon
               Gods
               Name
               aright
               ,
               no
               —
               none
               at
               all
               :
            
             
               But
               that
               all
               
                 those
                 goodly
                 Inhabitants
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 Heaven
              
               known
               to
               us
               by
               the
               name
               of
               Saints
            
             
               Were
               the
               meer
               dregs
               o'
               th'
               World.
               —
            
             
               Since
               in
               this
               Earth
               ,
               they
               knew
               no
               other
               state
            
             
               Of
               life
               ,
               then
               what
               we
               do
               commiserat
               ,
            
             
               Even
               though
               deserv'd
               in
               any
               ,
               whom
               we
               see
            
             
               In
               sad
               affliction
               ,
               (
               
                 though
                 none
                 pity
                 me
              
               .
               )
            
          
           
             
               I
               do
               concclude
               then
               ,
               't
               were
               a
               consequence
            
             
               Of
               dangerous
               import
               ,
               if
               we
               should
               from
               thence
            
             
               Infer
               that
               because
               that
               good
               men
               do
               endure
            
             
               Afflictions
               in
               this
               life
               ,
               that
               therefore
               sure
            
             
               Such
               men
               are
               impious
               ,
               vile
               ,
               and
               execrable
               ,
            
             
               For
               shame
               ,
               let
               none
               be
               so
               uncharitable
               ,
            
             
               As
               to
               maintain
               
                 this
                 error
              
               .
               —
            
             
               For
               I
               'm
               perswaded
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               
                 that
                 one
                 may
                 be
              
            
             
               
                 Under
                 griat
                 troubles
                 ,
                 and
                 yet
                 lov'd
                 by
                 thee
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Next
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               I
               hold
               it
               as
               a
               rule
               ,
               that
               all
               ,
            
             
               By
               
                 thy
                 just
                 Statutes
              
               are
               not
               Criminal
               ,
            
             
               Who
               
                 black
                 with
                 sorrow
              
               ,
               and
               o're
               come
               with
               pain
               ,
            
             
               
                 Of
                 their
                 afflictions
                 modestly
                 complain
              
               :
            
             
               If
               ,
               joint
               with
               such
               complaints
               they
               prayers
               send
            
             
               
                 To
                 Heavens
              
               ,
               and
               from
               their
               hearts
               do
               recommend
            
             
               To
               thy
               kind
               mercy
               the
               consideration
            
             
               Of
               their
               estate
               ,
               and
               
                 mildly
                 plead
                 compassion
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Lastly
               I
               am
               perswaded
               ,
               after
               all
               ,
            
             
               That
               though
               sad
               woes
               ,
               like
               
                 sheets
                 of
                 Snow
                 should
                 fall
              
            
             
               From
               Heavens
               upon
               a
               man
               ,
               who
               puts
               his
               trust
            
             
               In
               his
               Creator
               ;
               yet
               ,
               like
               
                 blowing
                 dust
              
               ,
            
             
               These
               
                 clouds
                 of
                 woes
              
               shall
               vanish
               into
               air
               ,
            
             
               And
               their
               
                 succeeding
                 life
              
               shall
               look
               more
               fair
               ,
            
             
               Then
               that
               in
               sorrow
               gloomy
               did
               appear
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               These
               are
               my
               principles
               ,
               good
               Lord
               ,
               from
               whence
               ,
            
             
               (
               With
               thy
               good
               leave
               )
               I
               would
               by
               consequence
            
             
               Infer
               that
               I
               'm
               unjustly
               tax't
               
                 by
                 these
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Who
                 call
                 themselves
                 my
                 friends
              
               :
               who
               proudly
               raise
            
             
               Themselves
               against
               me
               ▪
               and
               do
               argue
               still
               ,
            
             
               My
               numerous
               sins
               alone
               (
               say
               what
               I
               will
               )
            
             
               Have
               brought
               upon
               me
               all
               that
               I
               endure
               ,
            
             
               And
               therefore
               hold
               me
               guilty
               .
               and
               impure
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thou
               seest
               then
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               how
               these
               my
               case
               mistake
               ,
               
            
             
               Then
               why
               should
               they
               themselves
               my
               Judges
               make
               ?
            
             
               Who
               in
               their
               Censures
               are
               so
               partial
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               their
               own
               opinions
               wedded
               all
               ,
            
             
               Me
               thinks
               themselves
               they
               rather
               should
               decline
               ,
            
             
               Then
               ,
               
                 by
                 joynt
                 council
              
               ,
               cunningly
               combine
               ,
            
             
               Under
               pretence
               of
               friendship
               to
               encrease
            
             
               My
               troubles
               ,
               by
               such
               arguments
               ,
               as
               these
               .
            
             
               Should
               they
               be
               Judges
               ?
               they
               who
               openly
            
             
               
                 Do
                 value
                 men
                 by
                 their
                 prosperity
                 :
              
            
             
               And
               look
               on
               those
               ,
               who
               
                 in
                 afflictions
                 waves
              
            
             
               Do
               swim
               with
               pain
               ,
               as
               men
               do
               look
               on
               slaves
            
             
               Coupled
               in
               chains
               .
               —
               —
            
             
               Such
               flattery
               our
               God
               will
               not
               permit
            
             
               To
               go
               unpunish'd
               ,
               but
               when
               he
               thinks
               fit
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               those
               flatterers
               he
               'll
               such
               judgements
               send
               ,
            
             
               As
               in
               a
               few
               day●s
               space
               may
               make
               an
               end
               ,
            
             
               Not
               only
               of
               their
               persons
               ,
               but
               of
               all
               ,
            
             
               What
               these
               
                 proud
                 fools
              
               a
               memory
               do
               call
               .
            
             
               Shall
               all
               their
               worldly
               pageantry
               deface
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               in
               his
               anger
               ,
               root
               out
               all
               their
               Race
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               I
               remember
               ,
               whilst
               
                 my
                 sun
              
               did
               shine
               
            
             
               In
               its
               
                 full
                 O●b
              
               ,
               and
               all
               things
               did
               combine
            
             
               To
               make
               me
               happy
               ,
               as
               a
               man
               might
               be
            
             
               In
               this
               
                 vain
                 world
                 ▪
              
               then
               would
               I
               daily
               see
            
             
               My
               friends
               ,
               in
               crouds
               ,
               within
               my
               walls
               appear
            
             
               Protesting
               nothing
               to
               them
               was
               so
               dear
               ,
            
             
               As
               was
               
                 my
                 interest
              
               ,
               and
               with
               cast-up-eyes
               ,
            
             
               Perswading
               me
               that
               they
               would
               sacrifice
            
             
               Their
               Means
               ,
               their
               Lives
               ,
               and
               should
               occasion
               call
               ,
            
             
               To
               do
               me
               service
               ,
               
                 they
                 would
                 venture
                 all
              
            
             
               
                 That
                 men
                 call
                 dear
              
               :
               —
               I
               'm
               become
               poor
               of
               late
               ,
            
             
               By
               th'
               hand
               of
               God
               ,
               I
               'm
               become
               desolat
               ,
            
             
               With
               sorrows
               ,
               on
               all
               hands
               ,
               environed
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 all
                 my
                 noon-tide
                 friends
                 are
                 vanished
                 .
              
            
             
               My
               life
               is
               chang'd
               ,
               and
               all
               my
               friends
               are
               gone
               ▪
            
             
               And
               ,
               in
               distresse
               I
               'm
               visited
               by
               none
               ,
            
             
               But
               three
               ,
               
                 whose
                 visits
                 ,
                 I
                 may
                 say
                 have
                 been
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 worst
                 affliction
                 I
                 have
                 ever
                 seen
                 .
              
            
             
               (
               For
               truly
               I
               esteem
               those
               Visitants
            
             
               No
               Comforters
               ,
               but
               
                 subtile
                 Disputants
              
               )
            
             
               Men
               ,
               who
               retain
               no
               pity
               in
               their
               hearts
               ,
            
             
               But
               would
               on
               this
               occasion
               ,
               show
               their
               parts
            
             
               On
               me
               ,
               in
               this
               deplorable
               estate
               ,
            
             
               
                 Not
                 meaning
                 to
                 condole
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 debate
                 .
              
            
             
             
               Would
               they
               had
               spar'd
               their
               
                 unkind
                 kindnesse
              
               too
            
             
               And
               left
               me
               here
               as
               well
               as
               others
               do
               ,
            
             
               Then
               had
               I
               been
               more
               easy
               ,
               than
               I
               'm
               now
               .
            
             
               For
               all
               my
               other
               friends
               ,
               those
               Parasites
               ,
            
             
               Those
               Cuckows
               of
               my
               life
               ,
               those
               Hypocrites
               ,
            
             
               That
               gull
               the
               World
               with
               a
               fair
               pretence
            
             
               Of
               Love
               ,
               and
               Friendship
               are
               all
               marched
               hence
               .
            
             
               Nay
               would
               their
               venimous
               malice
               rested
               there
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               as
               they
               've
               quit
               me
               ,
               so
               they
               would
               forbear
            
             
               The
               mention
               of
               my
               name
               ;
               and
               when
               they
               meet
            
             
               At
               their
               Festivals
               ,
               would
               they
               would
               forget
            
             
               
                 That
                 ever
                 such
                 a
                 thing
                 was
                 born
                 ,
                 as
                 I
                 am
                 ,
              
            
             
               Would
               that
               some
               other
               Subject
               might
               supply'm
            
             
               With
               new
               Discourse
               ,
               and
               I
               had
               Liberty
            
             
               At
               least
               ,
               in
               dark
               oblivion
               here
               to
               die
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               O
               I
               'm
               now
               become
               the
               Table-talk
            
             
               Of
               all
               my
               friends
               ,
               nay
               all
               men
               ,
               when
               they
               walk
            
             
               In
               Streets
               ,
               or
               Fields
               ,
               of
               my
               afflictions
               prate
               ,
            
             
               And
               speak
               ,
               with
               pleasure
               ,
               of
               my
               sad
               estate
               .
            
             
               I
               'm
               now
               the
               rabbles
               talk
               at
               
                 Wakes
                 and
                 Faires
              
               ,
            
             
               My
               present
               sorrows
               sounding
               in
               their
               Ears
               ,
            
             
               Like
               a
               melodious
               Consort
               ,
               and
               (
               God
               knows
               )
            
             
               Hearing
               of
               my
               calamities
               ,
               and
               Woes
               ▪
            
             
               Those
               Clowns
               are
               no
               less
               pleas'd
               ,
               than
               when
               they
               hear
            
             
               The
               noise
               of
               
                 Tabret
                 ,
                 Fife
              
               ,
               or
               Dulcimer
               .
            
             
               Nay
               so
               my
               foes
               have
               now
               their
               malice
               spread
               ,
            
             
               As
               those
               ,
               who
               never
               knew
               me
               ,
               never
               had
            
             
               Acquaintance
               of
               me
               ,
               when
               they
               hear
               my
               name
            
             
               So
               much
               bespattered
               by
               a
               foul-mouth'd
               fame
               ,
            
             
               
                 Admire
                 what
                 curs'd
                 ,
                 and
                 wicked
                 thing
                 I
                 am
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               My
               eyes
               with
               weeping
               for
               this
               cause
               ,
               are
               dim
               ,
               
            
             
               (
               My
               heart
               ,
               with
               springs
               of
               grief
               swoln
               to
               the
               brim
            
             
               Both
               Day
               ,
               and
               Night
               affording
               new
               supplies
            
             
               
                 Of
                 brinish
                 liquors
              
               )
               for
               ,
               as
               water
               rise
               ,
            
             
               By
               
                 force
                 of
                 Pump
              
               :
               so
               from
               my
               bursting
               heart
            
             
               By
               
                 force
                 of
                 Sighs
              
               ,
               without
               all
               help
               of
               art
            
             
               Fresh
               Streams
               are
               suck'd
               up
               hourlie
               ,
               issuing
               out
            
             
               Through
               either
               eye
               ,
               as
               through
               a
               Water-spout
               .
            
             
               By
               this
               
                 uninterrupting
                 Flux
              
               ,
               at
               length
            
             
               With
               sorrows
               I
               perceive
               my
               former
               Strength
            
             
               Is
               quite
               exhausted
               ,
               and
               I
               now
               appear
            
             
               Like
               a
               meer
               shadow
               ,
               or
               a
               Damp
               of
               air
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               ,
               
                 at
                 first
                 view
              
               ,
               may
               all
               good
               men
               surprize
               ,
               
            
             
               To
               see
               a
               man
               plung'd
               in
               such
               miseries
               ,
            
             
               A
               man
               ,
               who
               thinks
               at
               least
               God
               doth
               not
               hate
            
             
               His
               Person
               ,
               nor
               doth
               so
               excruciat
            
             
               Him
               ,
               as
               
                 a
                 Malefactor
              
               ,
               though
               ▪
               he
               knows
            
             
               That
               all
               his
               sorrows
               ,
               all
               his
               pains
               ,
               and
               woes
            
             
               Are
               but
               his
               Merits
               :
               these
               my
               sufferings
            
             
               May
               possibly
               occasion
               murmurings
            
             
               Amongst
               the
               best
               of
               men
               ,
               when
               they
               perceive
            
             
               My
               sad
               condition
               (
               which
               though
               some
               believe
            
             
               To
               be
               
                 the
                 product
                 of
                 my
                 sins
              
               ,
               yet
               these
            
             
               Know
               better
               things
               )
               and
               viewing
               of
               my
               case
               ,
            
             
             
               Upon
               their
               own
               Deportment
               ,
               do
               reflect
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               with
               themselves
               think
               what
               they
               may
               expect
               ,
            
             
               When
               such
               as
               I
               ,
               who
               hopes
               all
               don't
               maintain
               ,
            
             
               That
               in
               Gods
               sight
               I
               am
               the
               worst
               of
               men
               ,
            
             
               Am
               so
               unkindlie
               us'd
               ,
               but
               when
               they
               check
            
             
               Their
               errors
               ,
               and
               begin
               to
               recollect
            
             
               Their
               minds
               ,
               and
               fall
               to
               
                 solid
                 Contemplations
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Of
                 the
                 true
                 Order
                 of
                 Gods
                 Dispensations
                 ,
              
            
             
               Then
               do
               they
               understand
               that
               God
               doth
               try
            
             
               
                 His
                 own
              
               by
               so
               exact
               a
               scrutiny
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               with
               such
               Judgments
               doth
               their
               lives
               infest
               ,
            
             
               As
               puts
               their
               patience
               to
               the
               
                 utmost
                 test
              
               :
            
             
               Yet
               still
               he
               loves
               them
               ▪
               and
               will
               not
               permit
            
             
               The
               Floods
               to
               rise
               higher
               than
               he
               thinks
               fit
               ,
            
             
               Because
               good
               men
               ,
               men
               just
               and
               innocent
            
             
               Do
               at
               his
               hands
               deserve
               no
               punishment
               .
            
             
               But
               for
               
                 the
                 couz●ning
                 Hypocrite
              
               ,
               sad
               wrath
            
             
               Shall
               rain
               upon
               him
               ;
               he
               shall
               wish
               for
               Death
               ,
            
             
               But
               shall
               not
               find
               it
               ,
               and
               his
               miseries
            
             
               Shall
               be
               augmented
               by
               
                 his
                 unheard
                 cries
              
               .
            
             
               Because
               God
               knows
               those
               men
               the
               World
               do
               cheat
            
             
               With
               a
               fair
               show
               of
               zeal
               ,
               and
               shreudly
               treat
            
             
               The
               just
               ,
               and
               upright
               ,
               whilst
               they
               would
               maintain
            
             
               They
               were
               themselves
               
                 the
                 only
                 pious
                 men
              
               .
            
             
               Then
               good
               men
               their
               afflictions
               shall
               forget
               ,
            
             
               When
               they
               see
               men
               ,
               whom
               God
               doth
               truly
               hate
               ,
            
             
               So
               justly
               punish'd
               ,
               men
               ,
               who
               have
               provok't
            
             
               By
               Villany
               ,
               Fraud
               ,
               and
               Oppression
               cloak't
            
             
               With
               piety
               ,
               one
               ,
               that
               will
               not
               be
               mock't
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               shall
               the
               righteous
               men
               new
               Spirits
               take
               
            
             
               When
               they
               consider
               how
               God
               doth
               correct
            
             
               The
               good
               ,
               but
               utterly
               destroys
               the
               bad
               ,
            
             
               And
               makes
               their
               case
               irreparably
               sad
               .
            
             
               Then
               though
               in
               dreadful
               misery
               ,
               and
               pain
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               shall
               they
               no
               more
               of
               their
               God
               complain
               ,
            
             
               Then
               will
               a
               Patient
               ,
               who
               doth
               understand
            
             
               His
               
                 good
                 Phisician
              
               will
               not
               set
               his
               hand
            
             
               To
               any
               Order
               ,
               or
               ,
               for
               any
               bribe
               ,
            
             
               Be
               hired
               by
               his
               En'mies
               to
               prescribe
            
             
               Such
               Medicines
               to
               him
               ,
               but
               what
               he
               knows
               ,
            
             
               (
               At
               least
               he
               doth
               ,
               by
               rules
               of
               art
               ,
               suppose
               )
            
             
               Are
               for
               his
               Health
               :
               to
               those
               
                 Religious
                 Men
              
            
             
               In
               the
               most
               boiling
               Calenture
               of
               pain
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               not
               repine
               ,
               but
               ,
               with
               great
               constancy
            
             
               Endure
               all
               the
               assaults
               of
               misery
               ,
            
             
               And
               still
               hold
               bravely
               out
               ,
               
                 untill
                 at
                 length
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 God
                 shall
                 relieve
                 them
                 ,
                 and
                 renew
                 their
                 strength
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               And
               now
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               though
               I
               design'd
               no
               more
               
            
             
               To
               argue
               with
               you
               ,
               as
               I
               did
               before
               .
            
             
               Yet
               on
               this
               subject
               I
               cannot
               forbear
            
             
               But
               once
               again
               must
               in
               all
               calmness
               here
            
             
               Complain
               of
               you
               ,
               who
               so
               mistake
               my
               case
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               'cause
               afflicted
               ,
               tell
               me
               in
               my
               face
               ,
            
             
               I
               'm
               a
               curs'd
               Person
               ,
               a
               vile
               Reprobat
               ,
            
             
             
               One
               ,
               whom
               his
               Maker
               doth
               abhor
               ,
               and
               hate
               :
            
             
               When
               you
               your selves
               ,
               for
               shame
               will
               not
               deny
               ,
            
             
               But
               that
               th'
               Almighty
               ,
               when
               he
               means
               to
               try
            
             
               The
               faith
               of
               those
               he
               loves
               ,
               will
               exercise
            
             
               Such
               with
               
                 unheard
                 of
                 woes
                 ,
                 and
                 miseries
              
               ;
            
             
               That
               when
               such
               fiery
               tryal
               they
               endure
            
             
               With
               patience
               ,
               they
               may
               become
               more
               pure
            
             
               Then
               formerly
               ,
               and
               (
               as
               your selves
               aver
               )
            
             
               After
               such
               sufferings
               ,
               in
               Gods
               sight
               appear
            
             
               More
               just
               ,
               and
               righteous
               ,
               then
               they
               were
               before
               ,
            
             
               Like
               Gold
               refin'd
               in
               Furnace
               o're
               ,
               and
               o're
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               ,
               since
               you
               've
               taken
               up
               an
               argument
               ,
            
             
               
                 To
                 prove
                 that
                 no
                 man
                 can
                 be
                 innocent
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Who
                 is
                 afflicted
                 ,
                 but
                 that
                 only
                 those
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Whose
                 sins
                 do
                 cry
                 for
                 judgements
                 suffer
                 woes
                 :
              
            
             
               You
               do
               resolve
               ,
               although
               your
               reasons
               were
            
             
               Ill
               founded
               ,
               and
               of
               no
               more
               weight
               then
               air
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               still
               your
               reputation
               to
               maintain
               ,
            
             
               By
               a
               continued
               reasoning
               ,
               and
               vain
            
             
               Expressing
               of
               your
               Parts
               ,
               albeit
               you
               know
            
             
               You
               are
               i'th'wrong
               ,
               yet
               you
               will
               have
               it
               so
               ;
            
             
               
                 Because
                 you
                 are
                 wisemen
                 ,
                 and
                 cannot
                 err
                 ,
              
            
             
               Whereas
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               by
               what
               doth
               yet
               appear
               ,
            
             
               (
               I
               know
               not
               what
               you
               wit
               ,
               and
               prudence
               call
               )
            
             
               But
               ,
               truth
               ,
               I
               find
               none
               wise
               amongst
               you
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               O
               I
               will
               no
               more
               expostulat
               
            
             
               With
               men
               ,
               who
               love
               to
               entertain
               debate
               ,
            
             
               
                 On
                 every
                 triffle
              
               ,
               and
               in
               foolish
               pride
               ,
            
             
               Think
               they
               know
               more
               ,
               than
               all
               mankind
               beside
               .
            
             
               No
               —
               such
               men
               are
               too
               wise
               for
               me
               ,
               and
               I
            
             
               Now
               am
               not
               for
               debates
               :
               —
               I
               dy
               ,
               —
               I
               dy
               ,
            
             
               My
               days
               are
               spent
               ,
               all
               my
               designs
               are
               quash'd
               ,
            
             
               My
               poor
               endeavours
               are
               to
               pieces
               dash'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               thoughts
               are
               now
               so
               with
               afflictions
               clouded
               ,
               
            
             
               My
               judgement
               with
               the
               
                 vail
                 of
                 woes
              
               so
               shrowded
               ,
            
             
               As
               now
               
                 my
                 sad
                 confusion
              
               I
               see
               ,
            
             
               When
               things
               most
               clear
               are
               dubious
               to
               me
               .
            
             
               Then
               why
               should
               I
               my
               time
               in
               arguing
               wast
               ?
            
             
               My
               
                 small
                 time
              
               ,
               that
               remains
               ?
               my
               days
               are
               past
               ,
            
             
               Then
               why
               should
               I
               desire
               to
               live
               ,
               when
               those
               ,
            
             
               From
               whom
               ,
               in
               this
               sad
               state
               ,
               I
               did
               suppose
            
             
               I
               might
               find
               comfort
               ,
               by
               their
               tart
               discourse
               ,
            
             
               Have
               rendred
               my
               condition
               ten
               times
               worse
               ,
            
             
               Then
               when
               they
               found
               me
               :
               —
               O
               had
               not
               these
               men
            
             
               Come
               hither
               ,
               sure
               I
               had
               been
               out
               of
               pain
               ,
            
             
               Before
               this
               time
               ,
               for
               ,
               in
               my
               solitude
               ,
            
             
               I
               had
               been
               stiffled
               by
               the
               multitude
            
             
               Of
               
                 wasting
                 sighs
                 ,
                 and
                 groans
              
               :
               —
               sure
               I
               had
               dy'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               been
               so
               happy
               too
               ,
               as
               none
               had
               spy'd
            
             
               My
               face
               ,
               
                 when
                 dying
              
               ,
               none
               had
               interpos'd
            
             
               Themselves
               'twixt
               me
               ,
               and
               death
               ,
               no
               hand
               had
               clos'd
            
             
               
                 My
                 glaring
                 eyes
              
               :
               none
               had
               
                 officiousl
                 ▪
              
            
             
               Impeded
               me
               ,
               when
               I
               design'd
               to
               dy
               .
            
             
               But
               in
               some
               
                 silent
                 hour
              
               ,
               unseen
               ,
               unknown
               ,
            
             
             
               Unheard
               ,
               uninterrupted
               ,
               all
               alone
               ,
            
             
               As
               one
               ,
               that
               falls
               asleep
               I
               had
               expir'd
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 gently
                 from
                 the
                 Worlds
                 view
                 retir'd
                 .
              
            
             
               —
               How
               sweetly
               had
               I
               dy'd
               ,
               how
               quietly
            
             
               
                 Had
                 I
                 been
                 shiffled
                 in
                 eternity
                 ,
              
            
             
               Betwixt
               the
               utmost
               gasp
               of
               parting
               breath
               ,
            
             
               And
               the
               chill
               blowing
               of
               approaching
               death
               .
            
             
               My
               
                 wearied
                 soul
              
               ,
               ere
               now
               ,
               from
               whence
               it
               came
               ,
            
             
               
                 In
                 the
                 vehicle
                 of
                 a
                 pleasant
                 dream
                 ,
              
            
             
               Had
               been
               transported
               :
               and
               my
               Body
               laid
            
             
               In
               the
               cold
               Ground
               had
               its
               
                 last
                 tribute
              
               pay'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               ,
               though
               I
               with
               some
               reason
               hope
               ,
               that
               I
               
            
             
               May
               see
               my
               sun
               return
               before
               I
               dy
               .
            
             
               And
               though
               I
               fancy
               to
               my self
               that
               yet
               ,
            
             
               The
               time
               may
               come
               ,
               in
               which
               I
               may
               forget
            
             
               All
               these
               afflictions
               ,
               which
               I
               now
               sustain
               ,
            
             
               And
               no
               more
               of
               consuming
               want
               complain
               .
            
             
               The
               time
               may
               come
               ,
               in
               which
               
                 my
                 Body
              
               may
            
             
               In
               its
               own
               sphere
               its
               former
               strength
               display
               ;
            
             
               And
               this
               
                 poor
                 soul
              
               ,
               which
               now
               with
               heavy
               groans
               ,
            
             
               And
               floods
               of
               tears
               ,
               its
               miseries
               bemoans
               ,
            
             
               May
               from
               
                 the
                 Dung-hill
              
               yet
               be
               elevate
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               restored
               to
               its
               former
               state
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               to
               what
               purpose
               all
               these
               hopes
               !
               alace
            
             
               To
               what
               end
               serve
               
                 those
                 fāir
                 appearances
              
               !
            
             
               
                 Those
                 aery
                 expectations
              
               ,
               which
               uphold
            
             
               The
               
                 drooping
                 spirits
              
               ,
               of
               both
               young
               ,
               and
               old
               .
            
             
               Those
               
                 pleasing
                 notions
              
               ,
               by
               which
               we
               deceive
            
             
               Our
               
                 lingring
                 hours
              
               ,
               and
               make
               our selves
               believe
            
             
               We
               may
               ,
               when
               vapours
               of
               the
               night
               are
               gone
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               view
               
                 our
                 sun
              
               in
               its
               full
               horizon
               .
            
             
               That
               
                 smiling
                 prospect
                 of
                 our
                 future
                 blisse
                 ,
              
            
             
               Which
               for
               some
               time
               ,
               allays
               our
               grievances
               .
            
             
               That
               
                 painted
                 idol
              
               ,
               in
               whose
               
                 downy
                 lap
              
               ,
            
             
               Our
               
                 wearied
                 sorrows
              
               sometime
               
                 take
                 a
                 nap
              
               :
            
             
               For
               what
               do
               all
               those
               serve
               ,
               when
               after
               all
               ,
            
             
               Death
               at
               our
               doors
               doth
               peremptorly
               call
               ,
            
             
               —
               
                 To
                 Grave
                 ,
                 —
                 to
                 Grave
                 —
                 make
                 haste
                 .
                 —
                 my
                 hour
                 draws
                 on
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Dispatch
                 —
                 dispatch
                 —
                 up
                 —
                 I
                 most
                 wait
                 on
                 none
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Bestir
                 your selves
                 ,
                 —
                 't
                 is
                 high
                 time
                 to
                 be
                 gone
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Then
               where
               are
               all
               
                 our
                 hopes
              
               !
               where
               all
               our
               joys
               ,
            
             
               And
               pleasures
               which
               did
               here
               make
               so
               much
               noise
               !
            
             
               When
               that
               sad
               Summons
               in
               our
               ears
               doth
               sound
               ,
            
             
               Ah
               where
               is
               then
               
                 our
                 Life-guard
              
               to
               be
               found
               ?
            
             
               Those
               Champions
               of
               the
               World
               !
               I
               doubt
               they
               are
               ,
            
             
               
                 By
                 that
                 time
                 bravely
                 vanish'd
                 into
                 Air.
                 
              
            
          
           
             
               Away
               all
               
                 foolish
                 hopes
              
               ,
               then
               ,
               for
               I
               know
               ,
            
             
               I
               know
               this
               Body
               to
               the
               Grave
               must
               go
               ,
            
             
               And
               after
               all
               those
               mournful
               passages
               ,
            
             
               
                 I
                 know
                 the
                 Grave
                 must
                 be
                 my
                 dwelling
                 place
                 .
              
            
             
               Where
               in
               
                 close
                 darknesse
              
               ,
               and
               
                 long
                 night
              
               I
               must
            
             
               Attend
               ,
               until
               my
               Soul
               return
               in
               Dust.
               
            
          
           
             
               And
               when
               I
               there
               have
               fix'd
               my
               habitation
               ,
               
            
             
               I
               shall
               take
               pleasure
               in
               the
               contemplation
            
             
             
               Of
               
                 that
                 dark
                 subterraneous
                 Soil
              
               ,
               and
               strive
            
             
               To
               learn
               more
               there
               ,
               than
               when
               I
               was
               alive
            
             
               On
               earth
               :
               there
               I
               shall
               quicklie
               know
               what
               all
            
             
               Which
               here
               we
               
                 honour
                 ,
                 Riches
                 ,
                 Beauty
              
               call
               ,
            
             
               
                 Strength
                 ,
                 Learning
                 ,
                 Judgment
                 ,
                 Worldlie
                 Policy
                 ,
              
            
             
               With
               all
               
                 the
                 Product
                 of
                 Mortality
              
               ,
            
             
               Do
               in
               those
               dismal
               Regions
               signify
               .
            
             
               There
               ,
               there
               I
               fear
               I
               soon
               shall
               learn
               to
               know
            
             
               There
               is
               no
               difference
               betwixt
               
                 High
                 ,
                 and
                 Low
              
               :
            
             
               Betwixt
               the
               Rich
               ,
               and
               Poor
               ,
               the
               Strong
               ,
               and
               Weak
               ,
            
             
               But
               there
               all
               of
               'em
               
                 the
                 same
                 figure
              
               make
               .
            
             
               I
               shall
               perceive
               that
               all
               
                 those
                 qualities
              
               ,
            
             
               Which
               we
               esteem
               in
               life
               ,
               afford
               no
               price
            
             
               Amongst
               the
               inhabitants
               of
               these
               Provinces
               ,
            
             
               Who
               barter
               nothing
               ,
               but
               for
               Species
            
             
               Of
               
                 simple
                 bodies
              
               void
               of
               cost
               ,
               or
               art
            
             
               Do
               only
               trade
               ,
               and
               ,
               in
               return
               ,
               impart
            
             
               
                 Dire
                 Putrifaction
              
               ,
               pestilentious
               Vapours
               ,
            
             
               Thick
               ,
               
                 rotten
                 air
              
               ,
               that
               would
               extinguish
               Tapers
               ,
            
             
               
                 Black
                 Sculls
              
               ,
               dry
               Bones
               ,
               with
               
                 Matter
                 purulent
              
               ,
            
             
               O
               goodly
               Trade
               !
               —
               O
               Wares
               most
               excellent
               !
            
             
               Yet
               these
               are
               th'
               only
               
                 Product
                 of
                 the
                 Grave
              
               ,
            
             
               These
               ,
               these
               are
               all
               ,
               which
               ,
               in
               return
               we
               have
            
             
               For
               bodies
               of
               the
               goodliest
               Form
               ,
               and
               Shape
               ,
            
             
               For
               
                 stately
                 Bodies
              
               ,
               which
               no
               art
               can
               ape
               .
            
             
               How
               many
               healthful
               bodies
               ,
               
                 in
                 their
                 prime
              
               ,
            
             
               Are
               hurried
               hourly
               hence
               ,
               by
               
                 pruning
                 time
              
               ,
            
             
               To
               
                 Deaths
                 Plantations
              
               :
               where
               that
               of
               a
               King
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               of
               a
               poor
               Clown
               is
               all
               one
               thing
               .
            
             
               That
               in
               its
               youth
               ,
               and
               that
               with
               age
               consum'd
               ,
            
             
               That
               wrapp'd
               up
               
                 in
                 its
                 rags
              
               ,
               and
               that
               perfum'd
            
             
               With
               Aromatick
               Odours
               .
               Nay
               ,
               although
            
             
               To
               
                 coasts
                 of
                 grave
              
               those
               latter
               will
               not
               go
               ,
            
             
               But
               elsewhere
               trade
               ,
               and
               brag
               much
               of
               their
               gain
               ,
            
             
               How
               free
               from
               Putrifaction
               they
               remain
            
             
               By
               trading
               to
               deep
               Caverns
               ,
               under
               ground
               ,
            
             
               Where
               
                 putrifying
                 moisture
              
               is
               not
               found
               :
            
             
               Where
               by
               the
               help
               of
               Powders
               ,
               Spices
               ,
               Oyles
               ,
            
             
               With
               other
               rich
               Ingredients
               (
               the
               Spoiles
            
             
               Of
               some
               fair
               Provinces
               )
               they
               do
               endeavour
               ,
            
             
               To
               keep
               their
               figure
               under
               ground
               ,
               for
               ever
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               
                 at
                 long
                 run
              
               ,
               their
               trading
               doth
               amount
            
             
               To
               the
               same
               Profit
               ,
               to
               the
               same
               account
               ,
            
             
               As
               do
               all
               others
               :
               for
               ,
               in
               sober
               sense
               ,
            
             
               I
               can
               indeed
               perceive
               no
               difference
               ,
            
             
               Betwixt
               a
               Body
               ,
               that
               enbalm'd
               doth
               ly
               ,
            
             
               In
               
                 a
                 Lead
                 Coffin
              
               ,
               wrapp'd
               up
               decently
               ,
            
             
               In
               costly
               Wax-cloathes
               ,
               Bowell'd
               ,
               and
               perfum'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               ,
               which
               with
               
                 a
                 tabid
                 ill
              
               consum'd
               ,
            
             
               Putrid
               ,
               and
               withered
               under
               ground
               doth
               rest
            
             
               In
               a
               
                 poor
                 Wooden
                 Coffin
              
               :
               for
               ,
               at
               best
               ,
            
             
               
                 Both
                 are
                 but
                 food
                 for
                 Vermine
                 :
              
               only
               this
               ,
            
             
               (
               As
               those
               ,
               who
               live
               in
               
                 open
                 Villages
              
               ,
            
             
               Are
               by
               th'
               Invaders
               sooner
               over-run
               ,
            
             
             
               Brought
               in
               Subjection
               ,
               plundred
               ,
               and
               undone
            
             
               Than
               those
               
                 in
                 Garisons
              
               )
               doth
               sooner
               feed
            
             
               Those
               hungry
               insects
               ,
               
                 than
                 that
                 wrapp'd
                 in
                 Lead
              
               .
            
             
               But
               even
               that
               too
               
                 to
                 wasting
                 time
              
               ,
               at
               length
            
             
               Is
               forc'd
               to
               yeeld
               ,
               for
               all
               its
               formal
               Strength
               ,
            
             
               And
               
                 the
                 poor
                 Carion
              
               which
               it self
               did
               trust
            
             
               To
               those
               
                 firm
                 Walls
              
               becomes
               at
               length
               
                 all
                 Dust.
              
            
             
               As
               well
               as
               that
               ,
               which
               in
               the
               open
               Grave
            
             
               Was
               sooner
               eat
               up
               :
               
                 seing
                 all
                 things
                 have
              
            
             
               
                 Their
                 own
                 duration
                 ,
                 and
                 their
                 period
              
            
             
               
                 Set
                 by
                 th'
                 appointment
                 of
                 th'
                 Almighty
                 God.
                 
              
            
          
           
             
               Now
               even
               those
               under
               ground
               ,
               preserv'd
               ,
               and
               dry'd
            
             
               Do
               become
               black
               ,
               and
               almost
               petrifi'd
               ,
            
             
               As
               we
               may
               daily
               see
               ,
               
                 without
                 all
                 shapes
              
               ,
            
             
               Flat
               ,
               and
               deform'd
               ,
               
                 not
                 so
                 like
                 Men
                 ,
                 as
                 Apes
                 ,
              
            
             
               Nay
               ,
               in
               a
               short
               time
               ,
               even
               to
               powder
               too
            
             
               Their
               flesh
               doth
               crumble
               .
            
             
               Whilst
               their
               rich
               Coffines
               studded
               every
               where
            
             
               With
               
                 Characters
                 of
                 Gold
              
               ,
               do
               still
               appear
            
             
               Sound
               ,
               and
               untouch'd
               ,
               which
               we
               should
               not
               admire
               ,
            
             
               If
               we
               consider
               that
               in
               
                 Shell
                 entire
              
            
             
               A
               rotten
               Kirnel
               oftentimes
               is
               found
               ,
            
             
               So
               these
               ,
               by
               long
               retention
               under
               ground
               ,
            
             
               Not
               with
               such
               dwellings
               in
               their
               lifetimes
               us
               ▪
               d
               ,
            
             
               Though
               well
               prepar'd
               ,
               yet
               are
               at
               length
               reduc'd
            
             
               By
               a
               contagious
               ,
               
                 subterraneous
                 air
              
               ,
            
             
               To
               that
               Condition
               ,
               in
               which
               they
               appear
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               O
               for
               all
               this
               wit
               ,
               for
               all
               this
               art
            
             
               How
               do
               those
               bodies
               to
               the
               world
               impart
            
             
               
                 As
                 perfect
                 Emblems
                 of
                 lifes
                 vanity
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 As
                 any
                 records
                 of
                 Mortality
              
            
             
               Afford
               .
               —
               For
               don't
               see
               these
               withered
               things
               ,
            
             
               Those
               
                 musty
                 reliques
              
               of
               our
               glorious
               Kings
               ,
            
             
               Who
               ,
               in
               their
               lives
               ,
               with
               art
               ,
               and
               vast
               expence
               ,
            
             
               T'
               express
               their
               Grandeur
               ,
               and
               magnificence
               ,
            
             
               Caus'd
               dig
               deep
               Caverns
               out
               of
               solid
               Rocks
               ,
            
             
               In
               which
               their
               bodies
               ,
               as
               in
               
                 Marble
                 box
              
               ,
            
             
               Might
               from
               
                 the
                 rage
                 of
                 insects
              
               sleep
               secure
               ,
            
             
               And
               firm
               to
               all
               Eternity
               endure
               .
            
             
               Pray
               don
               't
               we
               see
               how
               those
               same
               Corps
               are
               made
            
             
               Through
               much
               o'
               th'
               world
               the
               subject
               of
               a
               trade
               ?
            
             
               
                 O
                 this
                 vain
                 World
              
               !
               how
               ridiculous
            
             
               To
               see
               a
               Princes
               Body
               serve
               the
               use
            
             
               Of
               each
               Plebeian
               !
               —
               —
            
             
               To
               see
               those
               things
               ,
               for
               all
               their
               foolish
               hopes
               ,
            
             
               Exposed
               in
               Apothecaries
               Shops
               ,
            
             
               As
               well
               as
               
                 other
                 Drugs
              
               ,
               to
               publick
               Sale
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               in
               small
               parcels
               vented
               by
               retail
               !
            
             
               Alace
               how
               mean
               ,
               and
               how
               much
               differing
            
             
               From
               the
               first
               project
               of
               a
               Mighty
               King
               !
            
             
               But
               
                 the
                 great
                 King
                 of
                 Heavens
              
               will
               have
               it
               so
               ,
            
             
               
                 That
                 to
                 proud
                 Mankind
                 he
                 their
                 pride
                 may
                 show
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 For
                 as
                 from
                 dust
                 they
                 sprung
                 ,
                 again
                 they
                 must
              
            
             
               
                 By
                 course
                 of
                 nature
                 ,
                 all
                 return
                 to
                 dust
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               'T
               is
               Dust
               alone
               ,
               for
               which
               those
               Countreys
               deal
               ,
            
             
               
                 The
                 only
                 traffique
                 of
                 that
                 Common-weall
              
               ;
            
             
               All
               things
               imported
               these
               to
               Dust
               convert
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               soon
               ,
               or
               late
               ,
               by
               a
               
                 laborious
                 Art
              
               ,
            
             
               Expose
               that
               Dust
               to
               publick
               view
               again
               ,
            
             
               
                 To
                 show
                 corruption
                 only
                 their
                 doth
                 reign
                 .
              
            
             
               That
               Governs
               all
               ,
               whilst
               no
               eye
               can
               perceive
            
             
               
                 The
                 cunning
                 Manufacture
                 of
                 the
                 Grave
                 .
              
            
             
               Let
               bodies
               
                 swim
                 in
                 oyl
              
               ,
               and
               carefully
            
             
               Preserv'd
               in
               Glasses
               ,
               boast
               Eternity
               .
            
             
               Let
               them
               be
               swallowed
               down
               ,
               let
               them
               be
               kep't
            
             
               In
               Fishes
               bellies
               ,
               or
               confus'dly
               heap't
               ,
            
             
               One
               bove
               another
               ,
               in
               some
               nasty
               hole
               ,
            
             
               Or
               in
               small
               atomes
               reach
               from
               pole
               to
               pole
               ,
            
             
               Or
               squandred
               in
               the
               bottom
               of
               the
               Seas
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               certainly
               ,
               at
               length
               ,
               all
               by
               degrees
               ,
            
             
               Must
               become
               Dust
               ,
               which
               when
               I
               shall
               perceive
               ,
            
             
               With
               
                 men
                 on
                 Earth
              
               ,
               I
               'll
               no
               more
               commerce
               have
               ,
            
             
               But
               keep
               firm
               correspondence
               with
               the
               grave
               ,
            
             
               
                 Corruption
                 I
                 will
                 my
                 Father
                 call
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 Worms
                 my
                 Mother
                 ,
                 Brethren
                 ,
                 Sisters
                 all
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Then
               where
               are
               all
               my
               hopes
               ?
               what
               look
               I
               for
               
            
             
               On
               this
               side
               time
               ?
               why
               should
               I
               labour
               more
               ,
            
             
               T'
               uphold
               my
               spirit
               ,
               
                 in
                 vain
                 expectation
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Of
                 future
                 blisse
                 ,
                 and
                 worldy
                 restauration
                 ?
              
            
             
               When
               after
               all
               I
               clearly
               may
               perceive
            
             
               There
               is
               no
               hope
               for
               me
               ,
               but
               in
               
                 the
                 Grave
              
               .
            
             
               In
               that
               dark
               dwelling
               I
               must
               only
               rest
               ,
            
             
               And
               
                 in
                 Deaths
                 silent
                 shades
              
               must
               only
               taste
               ,
            
             
               That
               ,
               which
               ,
               on
               Earth
               ,
               I
               never
               can
               attain
               ,
            
             
               That
               ease
               ,
               which
               I
               from
               Life
               expect
               in
               vain
               .
            
             
               Then
               farewell
               
                 all
                 my
                 hopes
              
               ;
               —
               I
               'll
               hope
               no
               more
               ,
            
             
               But
               here
               all
               expectations
               give
               o're
               .
            
             
               Let
               others
               hope
               to
               see
               their
               misery
            
             
               Turn
               to
               a
               
                 Sun-shine
                 of
                 prosperity
              
               .
            
             
               Let
               others
               hope
               to
               see
               their
               sorrows
               crown'd
            
             
               With
               a
               fair
               issue
               ,
               and
               themselves
               abound
            
             
               In
               wealth
               ,
               and
               peace
               ,
               
                 my
                 hope
                 is
                 under
                 ground
              
               ,
            
             
               Thither
               ,
               —
               O
               thither
               only
               will
               I
               go
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               those
               Regions
               finish
               all
               my
               woe
               .
            
             
               
                 Let
                 others
                 then
                 hope
                 still
                 ,
                 when
                 I
                 am
                 gone
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Let
                 others
                 live
                 ,
                 I
                 am
                 for
                 death
                 alone
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               All
               Earthly
               hopes
               are
               vain
               ,
               and
               perishing
               ,
               
            
             
               The
               course
               of
               life
               is
               
                 a
                 meer
                 changeling
              
               .
            
             
               There
               's
               nothing
               here
               ,
               that
               we
               can
               lasting
               call
               ,
            
             
               The
               joyes
               of
               Mankind
               are
               meer
               cous'nage
               all
               .
            
             
               
                 Wit
                 ,
                 Honours
                 ,
                 Riches
                 ,
                 Courage
                 ,
                 Titles
                 ,
                 Fame
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Are
                 but
                 the
                 hiccups
                 of
                 the
                 Worlds
                 esteem
              
            
             
               
                 In
                 which
                 vain
                 man
                 buoy'd
                 up
                 doth
                 proudly
                 swim
                 .
              
            
             
               But
               when
               the
               black
               clouds
               of
               adversity
            
             
               Begin
               to
               gather
               ,
               and
               the
               angry
               Sky
            
             
               Threatens
               a
               storm
               ,
               then
               one
               may
               plainly
               see
            
             
               What
               
                 timorous
                 ,
                 insipid
                 things
              
               those
               be
               ,
            
             
               Which
               we
               so
               much
               admire
               ,
               for
               ,
               in
               a
               tryce
               ,
            
             
             
               Those
               men
               ,
               with
               all
               their
               
                 glorious
                 qualities
              
               ,
            
             
               At
               first
               approach
               of
               woes
               begin
               to
               shrink
               ,
            
             
               And
               then
               (
               
                 their
                 Bladders-bursting
              
               )
               down-right
               sink
               .
            
             
               Down
               to
               the
               bottom
               of
               the
               Pit
               they
               fall
               ,
            
             
               Where
               ,
               in
               a
               moment
               ,
               they
               are
               hudled
               all
               ,
            
             
               
                 In
                 one
                 great
                 masse
                 of
                 Dust
                 ,
              
               no
               difference
            
             
               'Twixt
               a
               poor
               Beggar
               and
               a
               
                 splendid
                 Prince
              
            
             
               There
               to
               be
               seen
               ,
               
                 but
                 all
                 in
                 heapes
                 do
                 ly
              
            
             
               
                 In
                 the
                 large
                 Garner
                 of
                 Mortality
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 As
                 all
                 were
                 but
                 one
                 Grain
              
               ;
               and
               there
               's
               an
               end
            
             
               Of
               all
               we
               speak
               ,
               act
               ,
               fancy
               ,
               or
               intend
               .
            
             
               All
               the
               proud
               Boasters
               of
               the
               World
               at
               length
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               their
               Riches
               ,
               Honour
               ,
               Wit
               ,
               and
               Strength
               ,
            
             
               In
               which
               they
               plac'd
               their
               confidence
               ,
               and
               trust
               ,
            
             
               
                 Assemble
                 all
                 together
                 in
                 the
                 Dust.
                 
              
            
          
           
             
               O
               then
               ,
               let
               no
               man
               put
               his
               confidence
            
             
               In
               
                 earthlie
                 blessings
              
               ,
               nor
               permit
               his
               sense
            
             
               To
               have
               command
               ,
               
                 where
                 reason
                 should
                 preside
              
               ,
            
             
               But
               let
               it
               ,
               with
               Religion
               for
               its
               guide
               ,
            
             
               Order
               his
               march
               of
               life
               so
               prudently
               ,
            
             
               
                 As
                 he
                 may
                 still
                 look
                 to
                 Mortality
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 As
                 the
                 last
                 stage
                 of
                 humane
                 vanity
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             Cap.
             XVIII
             .
          
           
             
               THus
               having
               long
               discours'd
               ,
               and
               become
               faint
               ,
               
            
             
               With
               speaking
               much
               ,
               Job
               would
               have
               been
               content
               ,
            
             
               T'
               have
               had
               some
               respite
               for
               a
               while
               ,
               but
               that
            
             
               His
               friends
               had
               still
               resolved
               to
               debate
            
             
               Upon
               the
               subject
               ,
               and
               still
               mean't
               t'evince
               ,
            
             
               
                 That
                 he
                 was
                 only
                 punish'd
                 for
                 his
                 sins
                 .
              
            
             
               Then
               Zophar
               now
               ,
               and
               learned
               Eliphaz
            
             
               Supposing
               they
               had
               argued
               the
               case
            
             
               So
               fully
               ,
               as
               that
               no
               more
               could
               be
               said
               ,
            
             
               Thinking
               it
               needlesse
               any
               more
               to
               plead
               ;
            
             
               Bildad
               ,
               a
               man
               ,
               who
               had
               not
               spoke
               much
               yet
               ,
            
             
               But
               listned
               most
               o'
               th'
               time
               to
               their
               debate
               ,
            
             
               Resolves
               now
               with
               his
               friend
               to
               argue
               too
               ,
            
             
               And
               try
               what
               his
               brisque
               Rhetorick
               can
               do
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               ,
               says
               he
               ,
               will
               thy
               flamming
               passions
               cool
               ,
               
            
             
               When
               wilt
               thou
               cease
               
                 to
                 act
                 the
                 angry
                 fool
              
               ?
            
             
               Why
               so
               enrag'd
               ?
               why
               
                 with
                 such
                 bitternesse
              
               ,
            
             
               Against
               thy
               friends
               dost
               thou
               thy self
               expresse
               ?
            
             
               What
               have
               we
               done
               ,
               that
               thou
               shouldst
               thus
               accuse
            
             
               Thy
               best
               of
               friends
               ?
               in
               this
               thou
               dost
               abuse
            
             
               Our
               gentle
               nature
               :
               I
               would
               then
               advise
            
             
               Thee
               in
               thy
               language
               to
               become
               more
               wise
               ,
            
             
               And
               not
               upbraid
               us
               thus
               ,
               as
               if
               thou
               thought
            
             
               We
               were
               all
               
                 I●eots
                 ,
                 Dunces
                 ,
                 men
                 of
                 nought
                 .
              
            
             
               Thou
               treat'st
               us
               with
               expressions
               of
               scorn
               ,
            
             
             
               Words
               of
               contempt
               ,
               words
               hardly
               to
               be
               born
            
             
               By
               men
               of
               worth
               ,
               and
               ingenuity
               ,
            
             
               Men
               ,
               who
               do
               live
               by
               rules
               of
               piety
               ,
            
             
               As
               well
               ,
               as
               ever
               thou
               didst
               hitherto
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               in
               the
               fear
               of
               God
               ,
               exceed
               thee
               now
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               thou
               dost
               rave
               ,
               and
               somtimes
               wilt
               direct
            
             
               Thy
               speech
               to
               God
               ,
               in
               such
               a
               Dialect
               ,
            
             
               In
               such
               expostulating
               words
               ,
               as
               though
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               the
               torture
               thou
               dost
               undergo
               ,
            
             
               Thou'd
               challenge
               him
               
                 as
                 Author
              
               :
               him
               ,
               who
               sends
            
             
               Judgments
               ,
               where
               he
               thinks
               fit
               ,
               what
               he
               intends
            
             
               None
               can
               oppose
               :
               him
               ,
               
                 who
                 on
                 high
                 doth
                 sit
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 judges
                 all
                 the
                 World
                 as
                 he
                 thinks
                 fit
                 .
              
            
             
               Yet
               with
               this
               God
               ,
               forsooth
               ,
               thou
               darst
               debate
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               thy
               Maker
               thus
               expostulat
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               in
               words
               too
               so
               impertinent
               ,
            
             
               As
               none
               that
               fear'd
               that
               Majesty
               would
               vent
               ,
            
             
               Words
               so
               imperious
               ,
               words
               so
               arrogant
               ,
            
             
               Words
               so
               unusual
               ,
               and
               extravagant
               ,
            
             
               Words
               so
               approaching
               open
               Blasphemy
            
             
               That
               wee
               're
               affraid
               to
               bear
               thee
               company
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thou
               talks't
               with
               God
               ,
               as
               if
               thou
               didst
               not
               know
            
             
               'T
               is
               he
               ,
               that
               made
               the
               Heavens
               ,
               thou
               blustrest
               so
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               thou
               talk'd
               with
               men
               ,
               
                 and
                 dost
                 so
                 shake
              
            
             
               
                 In
                 fits
                 of
                 passion
              
               ,
               in
               discourse
               so
               weak
               ,
            
             
               As
               one
               should
               say
               —
               
                 I
                 know
                 not
                 what
                 I
                 speak
                 .
              
            
             
               Consider
               well
               now
               pray
               ,
               if
               thou
               wouldst
               dare
            
             
               Address
               in
               language
               so
               familiar
               ,
            
             
               Thy self
               to
               any
               Prince
               on
               earth
               ,
               as
               now
            
             
               Thou
               dost
               to
               th'
               King
               of
               Kings
               ;
               Consider
               too
            
             
               How
               much
               already
               thou
               hast
               rouz'd
               his
               wrath
               ,
            
             
               And
               make
               him
               not
               pursue
               thee
               to
               the
               Death
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               dost
               thou
               speak
               to
               God
               ,
               and
               then
               anon
               ,
            
             
               Like
               one
               
                 in
                 frantick
                 Fits
              
               ,
               thou
               fall'st
               upon
            
             
               
                 Thy
                 honest
                 Friends
              
               ,
               men
               ,
               who
               do
               pity
               thee
               ,
            
             
               And
               are
               indeed
               much
               troubled
               thus
               to
               see
            
             
               One
               whom
               they
               always
               lov'd
               ,
               one
               they
               esteem'd
               ,
            
             
               One
               ,
               whom
               they
               never
               ,
               (
               
                 but
                 with
                 honour
              
               )
               nam'd
               :
            
             
               One
               ,
               whose-afflictions
               from
               their
               very
               soul
               ,
            
             
               They
               're
               now
               come
               hither
               meerly
               to
               condole
               ,
            
             
               In
               such
               disorder
               .
               But
               proceed
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
            
             
               Only
               let
               's
               know
               ,
               when
               thou
               wilt
               put
               an
               end
            
             
               To
               thy
               Discourse
               :
               pray
               let
               us
               understand
               ,
            
             
               (
               For
               all
               the
               ills
               we
               merit
               at
               thy
               hand
               )
            
             
               Only
               when
               thou
               hast
               done
               ;
               we
               ask
               no
               more
               ,
            
             
               But
               teach
               us
               when
               thy
               speech
               thou
               wilt
               give
               ore
               ,
            
             
               When
               thou'lt
               an
               end
               of
               all
               this
               language
               make
               ,
            
             
               
                 That
                 we
                 may
                 know
                 when
                 it
                 is
                 time
                 to
                 speak
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Pray
               what
               dost
               mean
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               that
               thou
               shouldst
               treat
               ,
               
            
             
               Men
               of
               our
               Reputation
               at
               this
               rate
               ?
            
             
               Pray'
               what
               dost
               take
               us
               for
               ?
               dost
               think
               but
               we
            
             
               Can
               all
               express
               our
               minds
               as
               well
               as
               thee
               ,
            
             
               Were
               we
               inclin'd
               ,
               
                 with
                 as
                 much
                 foolish
                 heat
              
            
             
               Thy
               rude
               expressions
               to
               retaliat
               ?
            
             
             
               Compar'd
               with
               thee
               forsooth
               ,
               it
               seems
               we
               're
               all
            
             
               But
               very
               beasts
               ,
               or
               what
               thou'
               rt
               pleas'd
               to
               call
               ,
            
             
               In
               
                 thy
                 sharp
                 passion
              
               ,
               men
               esteem'd
               by
               none
            
             
               To
               be
               such
               bruites
               ,
               but
               by
               thy self
               alone
               .
            
             
               We
               're
               all
               forsooth
               but
               Boobies
               in
               thy
               eyes
               :
            
             
               How
               long
               is
               't
               ,
               friend
               ,
               since
               thou
               became
               so
               wise
               ?
            
             
               Sure
               it
               must
               be
               of
               late
               ,
               for
               formerly
               ,
            
             
               When
               thou
               didst
               flourish
               in
               prosperity
               ,
            
             
               We
               knew
               thee
               ,
               at
               the
               best
               ,
               but
               even
               such
               ,
            
             
               As
               we
               're
               our selves
               :
               but
               now
               thou
               talk'st
               as
               much
               ,
            
             
               
                 As
                 though
                 thy
                 Wit
                 were
                 more
                 than
                 natural
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 thou
                 of
                 late
                 knew
                 more
                 than
                 we
                 do
                 all
                 .
              
            
             
               Pray
               let
               us
               know
               from
               whence
               this
               Wisdom
               then
            
             
               Proceeds
               ,
               in
               which
               beyond
               all
               other
               men
            
             
               Thou
               dost
               excell
               :
               pray
               let
               us
               know
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
            
             
               By
               what
               unheard
               of
               means
               ,
               thou
               hast
               attain'd
            
             
               To
               so
               much
               Wisdom
               in
               so
               short
               a
               space
               ,
            
             
               For
               ,
               since
               we
               see
               thee
               ,
               in
               thy
               prosp'rous
               case
               ,
            
             
               Not
               many
               months
               are
               past
               ,
               and
               truely
               then
            
             
               We
               thought
               thee
               no
               more
               wise
               then
               other
               men
               .
            
             
               Then
               cannot
               I
               conjecture
               whence
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               This
               so
               transcendent
               wisdom
               doth
               proceed
               ;
            
             
               Nor
               from
               what
               source
               it
               has
               its
               derivation
               ,
            
             
               
                 Unless
                 it
                 flow
                 frim
                 suddain
                 inspiration
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               But
               seriously
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               when
               I
               reflect
               
            
             
               On
               what
               I
               've
               heard
               ,
               what
               I
               did
               not
               expect
            
             
               From
               such
               a
               man
               as
               Job
               :
               and
               when
               I
               see
            
             
               How
               most
               unjustly
               we
               're
               accus'd
               by
               thee
               ,
            
             
               As
               men
               come
               hither
               ,
               
                 without
                 all
                 intent
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 comforting
              
               ,
               but
               meerly
               to
               torment
            
             
               Thy
               soul
               ,
               with
               bitter
               words
               :
               
                 and
                 multiply
              
            
             
               
                 Thy
                 sorrows
                 by
                 our
                 unkind
                 company
              
               ;
            
             
               Whilst
               ,
               with
               debates
               we
               make
               thy
               pains
               encrease
               ,
            
             
               When
               ,
               God
               knows
               ,
               we
               endeavour
               nothing
               lesse
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               thus
               ,
               I
               say
               ,
               in
               sadnesse
               ,
               I
               reflect
            
             
               On
               the
               rash
               words
               ,
               which
               I
               have
               heard
               thee
               speak
               ,
            
             
               As
               ,
               if
               thou
               were
               't
               in
               pure
               vindictive
               rage
               ,
            
             
               Resolv'd
               for
               lewd
               ,
               and
               horrid
               crimes
               to
               stage
               ,
            
             
               Not
               only
               us
               ,
               who
               are
               but
               silly
               men
               ,
            
             
               Such
               as
               thy self
               ,
               but
               even
               to
               arraign
            
             
               
                 The
                 Government
                 of
                 Heavens
              
               :
               as
               if
               that
               God
            
             
               Did
               upon
               thee
               unjustly
               use
               his
               Rod
               :
            
             
               On
               thee
               ,
               a
               creature
               just
               ,
               and
               innocent
               ;
            
             
               Who
               never
               yet
               knew
               what
               transgression
               mean't
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               on
               that
               ground
               ,
               thou
               dost
               conclude
               that
               he
            
             
               Must
               be
               unjust
               ,
               who
               thus
               tormenteth
               thee
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               I
               reflect
               on
               this
               ,
               and
               seriously
            
             
               Observe
               thy
               carriage
               in
               this
               misery
               ,
            
             
               I
               think
               thou
               art
               so
               far
               from
               being
               more
            
             
               Prudent
               ,
               and
               knowing
               then
               thou
               wert
               before
               ,
            
             
               That
               thou
               art
               down-right
               mad
               .
               —
            
             
               For
               who
               ,
               but
               one
               that
               's
               rap't
               out
               of
               his
               wits
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               mind
               is
               troubled
               by
               
                 invading
                 fits
              
               ,
            
             
               Would
               make
               so
               great
               a
               noise
               ?
               thus
               cry
               ,
               and
               howl
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               in
               his
               anger
               tear
               his
               very
               Soul
               ,
            
             
               As
               thou
               dost
               now
               thy self
               in
               wrath
               expresse
               ,
            
             
               As
               though
               thou
               were
               't
               
                 first
                 Martyr
                 in
                 the
                 case
              
               .
            
             
               How
               from
               my
               Soul
               do
               I
               commiserat
            
             
               A
               man
               in
               such
               a
               sad
               distracted
               state
               :
            
             
               Why
               dost
               thou
               think
               but
               other
               men
               as
               well
            
             
               As
               thou
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               the
               same
               afflictions
               feel
               ?
            
             
               Thy
               case
               indeed
               is
               no
               ways
               singular
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               are
               thy
               sufferings
               extraordinar
               :
            
             
               Then
               why
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               art
               thou
               become
               so
               vain
               ,
            
             
               To
               think
               thou
               shouldst
               not
               feel
               ,
               what
               other
               men
            
             
               As
               good
               ,
               as
               thee
               ,
               do
               dayly
               undergo
               ,
            
             
               And
               make
               not
               half
               this
               noise
               of
               it
               ,
               if
               so
               ,
            
             
               I
               do
               ,
               with
               sorrow
               look
               upon
               thy
               state
               ,
            
             
               And
               think
               indeed
               it
               is
               more
               desperate
            
             
               Then
               that
               of
               
                 those
                 shut
                 up
                 in
                 Hospitals
              
               ,
            
             
               For
               most
               of
               these
               have
               
                 lucid
                 intervals
              
               ,
            
             
               But
               thou
               hast
               none
               ;
               their
               fury
               may
               be
               tam'd
               ,
            
             
               By
               strength
               of
               Medicine
               ,
               and
               they
               reclaim'd
            
             
               By
               time
               to
               
                 their
                 own
                 wits
              
               :
               thine
               doth
               encrease
               ,
            
             
               And
               seems
               to
               be
               
                 a
                 madness
                 in
                 excess
              
               .
            
             
               Thy
               fury
               seizes
               on
               thee
               more
               ,
               and
               more
               ,
            
             
               
                 Beyond
                 the
                 approved
                 cure
                 of
                 Hall●bore
                 .
              
            
             
               For
               thou
               dost
               think
               that
               God
               ,
               to
               favour
               thee
               ,
            
             
               Should
               alter
               his
               established
               decree
               ,
            
             
               And
               even
               be
               pleas'd
               ,
               on
               thy
               account
               ,
               to
               change
            
             
               
                 The
                 so
                 well
                 ordred
                 course
                 of
                 Nature
                 :
              
               —
               strange
            
             
               That
               any
               mortal
               man
               endu'd
               with
               reason
               ,
            
             
               Should
               dar
               to
               hatch
               within
               his
               breast
               such
               treason
            
             
               Against
               Heavens
               King
               !
               dost
               think
               that
               God
               will
               make
            
             
               The
               lofty
               Rocks
               within
               their
               Sockets
               shake
               ,
            
             
               Or
               mash
               the
               Frame
               of
               Nature
               ,
               for
               thy
               sake
               ?
            
             
               Dost
               think
               he
               'll
               make
               the
               Earth
               turn
               desolate
               ,
            
             
               To
               complement
               thee
               in
               thy
               sad
               estate
               ?
            
             
               Or
               make
               
                 Men
                 ,
                 Beasts
                 ,
                 Birds
                 ,
                 Fishes
              
               in
               the
               Sea
               ,
            
             
               Endure
               the
               same
               afflictions
               with
               thee
               ?
            
             
               
                 That
                 the
                 whole
                 Universe
                 ,
                 from
                 Pole
                 ,
                 to
                 Pole
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Might
                 ,
                 with
                 one
                 voice
                 thy
                 miseries
                 condole
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Alace
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               thou
               rav'st
               ,
               thou
               rav'st
               indeed
               ,
               
            
             
               If
               thou
               foment
               such
               fancies
               :
               pray
               take
               heed
            
             
               What
               thou
               dost
               think
               ,
               at
               least
               what
               thou
               dost
               speak
               ,
            
             
               For
               thy
               expressions
               show
               thy
               judgement
               weak
               .
            
             
               And
               (
               which
               is
               yet
               a
               sign
               more
               evident
            
             
               Of
               thy
               distemper
               ,
               and
               an
               argument
            
             
               Of
               thy
               disordred
               mind
               )
               with
               confidence
               ,
            
             
               Because
               we
               seem
               to
               doubt
               thy
               innocence
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               calls't
               us
               
                 fools
                 ,
                 and
                 dunces
              
               ,
               which
               implyes
            
             
               As
               much
               as
               thou
               think'st
               thou
               art
               hugely
               wise
               .
            
             
               Whilst
               all
               wise
               men
               conclude
               ,
               without
               debate
               ,
            
             
               
                 That
                 every
                 man
                 wise
                 in
                 his
                 own
                 conceit
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 I●
                 but
                 a
                 fool
              
               :
               of
               which
               alace
               I
               see
               ,
            
             
               A
               too
               true
               demonstration
               in
               thee
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               therefore
               ,
               with
               more
               reason
               ,
               I
               'd
               request
               ,
            
             
               Then
               thou
               hast
               us
               ,
               thou
               would
               not
               speak
               at
               least
               ,
            
             
             
               For
               ,
               in
               this
               troubled
               state
               ,
               
                 I
                 'd
                 thee
                 advise
              
            
             
               
                 To
                 hold
                 thy
                 peace
                 ,
                 and
                 we
                 shall
                 think
                 thee
                 wise
                 ,
              
            
             
               At
               least
               ,
               as
               we
               have
               heard
               ,
               with
               patience
            
             
               All
               thy
               discourse
               ,
               and
               taken
               no
               offence
            
             
               At
               thy
               injurious
               words
               ,
               so
               thou
               wouldst
               hear
            
             
               What
               I
               intend
               to
               speak
               ,
               which
               ,
               though
               I
               fear
            
             
               Will
               quadrat
               too
               much
               with
               thy
               case
               ,
               yet
               I
            
             
               With
               all
               discretion
               ,
               shall
               forbear
               t'
               apply
               ,
            
             
               But
               only
               shall
               endeavour
               to
               expresse
               ,
            
             
               In
               a
               few
               words
               ,
               
                 wy
                 judgement
                 on
                 the
                 case
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               see
               ,
               my
               friend
               then
               (
               though
               thou
               still
               dost
               plead
               ,
            
             
               
                 Not
                 guilty
              
               )
               yet
               a
               man
               may
               plainly
               read
               ,
            
             
               In
               thy
               afflictions
               what
               's
               the
               cause
               of
               all
            
             
               Thy
               miseries
               ;
               which
               I
               do
               freely
               call
            
             
               
                 Thy
                 crying
                 sins
                 ;
                 thy
                 unjust
                 dealings
                 :
              
               —
               hence
            
             
               Those
               woes
               ,
               from
               these
               thy
               sufferings
               commence
               .
            
             
               Thy
               judgements
               clearly
               do
               thy
               sins
               expresse
            
             
               To
               all
               of
               us
               ,
               though
               thou
               wilt
               not
               confesse
               :
            
             
               But
               cunningly
               wouldst
               still
               plead
               innocent
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 truly
                 there
                 's
                 no
                 greater
                 argument
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 guilt
                 then
                 still
                 denying
                 ,
                 when
                 impeach'd
                 :
              
            
             
               But
               ,
               for
               all
               thy
               defences
               ,
               God
               has
               reach'd
            
             
               Thee
               in
               his
               justice
               ,
               and
               has
               punish'd
               thee
            
             
               For
               thy
               foul
               sins
               ,
               in
               manner
               ,
               as
               we
               see
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               ,
               as
               in
               wrath
               our
               God
               is
               formidable
               ,
            
             
               So
               all
               his
               orders
               are
               inviolable
               :
            
             
               He
               lets
               the
               wicked
               man
               in
               villany
            
             
               Proceed
               and
               flourish
               ,
               undisturbedly
               ,
            
             
               For
               a
               long
               time
               ,
               until
               he
               doth
               attain
            
             
               To
               the
               full
               Zenith
               of
               his
               joyes
               ,
               and
               then
            
             
               He
               draws
               the
               Reins
               ,
               and
               doth
               his
               pride
               compesce
               ,
            
             
               In
               the
               bright
               noon-tide
               of
               his
               happinesse
               :
            
             
               
                 So
                 from
                 his
                 earthly
                 glory
                 in
                 a
                 tryce
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 He
                 tumbles
                 down
                 ,
                 as
                 from
                 a
                 precipice
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               His
               
                 radiant
                 lustre
              
               shall
               be
               no
               more
               seen
               ,
               
            
             
               But
               
                 his
                 great
                 name
              
               ,
               as
               though
               he
               ne'er
               had
               been
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               be
               raz'd
               out
               of
               
                 the
                 Records
                 of
                 Fame
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               none
               shall
               know
               he
               was
               ,
               or
               whence
               he
               came
               ;
            
             
               Nay
               ,
               those
               who
               knew
               him
               in
               prosperity
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               now
               abhor
               his
               very
               memory
               .
            
          
           
             
               His
               wealth
               ,
               and
               power
               ,
               in
               which
               he
               did
               confide
               ,
               
            
             
               Shall
               fail
               him
               :
               all
               his
               arts
               and
               tricks
               beside
               ,
            
             
               By
               which
               he
               us'd
               to
               couzen
               other
               men
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               be
               most
               quaintly
               disappointed
               then
               .
            
             
               His
               council
               shall
               be
               overturned
               all
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               his
               own
               devices
               he
               shall
               fall
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               course
               of
               life
               he
               in
               this
               Earth
               doth
               steer
               ,
               
            
             
               Shall
               be
               like
               Ships
               'mongst
               shelves
               ,
               in
               constant
               fear
               ,
            
             
               With
               dreadful
               thoughts
               he
               shall
               be
               overlaid
               ,
            
             
               
                 Of
                 his
                 own
                 shadow
                 he
                 shall
                 be
                 afraid
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Sad
               apprehensions
               shall
               upon
               him
               seize
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               ,
               in
               his
               spirits
               ,
               he
               shall
               find
               no
               ease
               .
            
             
               For
               ,
               when
               he
               means
               by
               pleasures
               ,
               to
               divert
            
             
               His
               sorrows
               ,
               and
               alleviate
               his
               heart
            
             
             
               By
               serene
               thoughts
               ,
               his
               conscience
               by
               ,
               and
               by
            
             
               Shall
               lay
               before
               him
               
                 his
                 impiety
              
               :
            
             
               Which
               shall
               him
               also
               in
               his
               sleep
               affright
               ,
            
             
               And
               steal
               upon
               him
               ,
               like
               a
               Thief
               ,
               by
               night
               .
            
          
           
             
               Shall
               apprehend
               that
               plots
               are
               every
               where
               
            
             
               Laid
               for
               his
               life
               ,
               and
               that
               men
               do
               prepare
            
             
               
                 Actions
                 ,
                 Indytements
                 ,
                 Jurors
                 ,
                 evidence
              
            
             
               Against
               him
               ,
               and
               his
               frighted
               conscience
            
             
               Makes
               him
               believe
               that
               men
               do
               ly
               in
               wait
            
             
               To
               catch
               him
               ,
               and
               that
               every
               man
               doth
               hate
            
             
               Both
               him
               ,
               and
               all
               his
               execrable
               race
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               he
               's
               the
               discourse
               of
               every
               place
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               on
               his
               pillow
               he
               shall
               lay
               his
               head
               ,
               
            
             
               Thinking
               by
               sleep
               from
               terrors
               to
               be
               freed
               ,
            
             
               Then
               shall
               fresh
               terrors
               ,
               like
               a
               rapid
               stream
            
             
               Break
               in
               upon
               his
               fancy
               ,
               
                 in
                 a
                 dream
              
               .
            
             
               Then
               shall
               he
               start
               out
               of
               his
               sleep
               ,
               and
               call
            
             
               
                 For
                 Sword
              
               ,
               for
               
                 Helmet
                 ,
                 Corslet
                 ,
                 Shield
                 ▪
              
               —
               for
               all
               ,
            
             
               Then
               sleep
               again
               ,
               but
               ,
               in
               a
               tryce
               awake
               ,
            
             
               And
               nimbly
               to
               his
               feet
               himself
               betake
               :
            
             
               So
               sleep
               ,
               and
               wake
               ,
               and
               wake
               ,
               and
               sleep
               ,
               by
               fits
               ,
            
             
               All
               the
               long
               night
               ,
               like
               one
               out
               of
               his
               wits
               .
            
          
           
             
               His
               Creditors
               on
               all
               his
               Means
               shall
               seize
               ,
               
            
             
               Turn
               out
               his
               Family
               ,
               bring
               him
               by
               degrees
            
             
               To
               such
               a
               sad
               ,
               penurious
               exigent
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               ,
               and
               his
               shall
               have
               no
               aliment
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               
                 wasting
                 sorrow
              
               ,
               want
               of
               sleep
               ,
               and
               food
               ,
               
            
             
               With
               all
               things
               ,
               that
               to
               nature
               are
               allow'd
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               in
               his
               Loines
               ,
               his
               Body
               ,
               and
               his
               Head
               ,
            
             
               A
               
                 complication
                 of
                 diseases
              
               breed
               :
            
             
               By
               which
               the
               hateful
               wretch
               shall
               every
               day
               ,
            
             
               In
               some
               dark
               corner
               ,
               rot
               ,
               and
               pine
               away
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               
                 all
                 his
                 hopes
              
               ,
               by
               which
               he
               formerly
               ,
               
            
             
               In
               th'
               hottest
               fits
               of
               his
               adversity
               ,
            
             
               Would
               cheer
               his
               drooping
               spirits
               ,
               and
               recall
            
             
               
                 His
                 almost
                 parting
                 soul
              
               ,
               then
               shall
               they
               all
            
             
               Abandon
               him
               ,
               and
               he
               shall
               then
               appear
            
             
               Upon
               all
               hands
               environed
               with
               fear
               .
            
             
               Like
               a
               
                 poor
                 Malefactor
              
               ,
               who
               has
               tane
            
             
               His
               leave
               of
               all
               his
               friends
               ,
               and
               with
               some
               pain
            
             
               Mounted
               the
               Ladder
               ?
               when
               he
               looks
               about
               ,
            
             
               Of
               deaths
               approach
               he
               makes
               no
               longer
               doubt
               ,
            
             
               Concluding
               'cause
               attended
               now
               by
               none
               ,
            
             
               But
               th'
               
                 horrid
                 Executioner
              
               alone
               ,
            
             
               Sure
               he
               must
               dy
               ,
               —
               for
               all
               his
               hopes
               are
               gone
               .
            
          
           
             
               Fear
               ,
               while
               he
               lives
               ,
               shall
               dwell
               within
               those
               walls
               ,
               
            
             
               Which
               his
               indeed
               he
               most
               unjustly
               calls
               ;
            
             
               Because
               by
               fraud
               ,
               and
               rapine
               purchased
               ,
            
             
               In
               his
               own
               Chamber
               fear
               shall
               make
               its
               bed
               ,
            
             
               Fear
               with
               him
               shall
               at
               Table
               dayly
               feed
               .
            
             
               Until
               at
               length
               ,
               for
               all
               his
               art
               ,
               and
               pain
               ,
            
             
               By
               which
               he
               would
               his
               purchases
               retain
               :
            
             
               An
               
                 unseen
                 Moth
              
               shall
               enter
               his
               Estate
               ,
            
             
               Which
               in
               short
               time
               most
               sensibly
               shall
               eat
               ▪
            
             
             
               
                 The
                 fruit
                 of
                 all
                 his
                 Labours
                 :
              
               then
               ,
               when
               all
            
             
               His
               miseries
               do
               seem
               apace
               to
               fall
            
             
               Upon
               him
               ,
               he
               begins
               to
               stir
               ,
               and
               fain
            
             
               
                 Would
                 weather
                 out
                 his
                 troubles
              
               ,
               but
               in
               vain
               ,
            
             
               For
               soon
               he
               sees
               (
               let
               him
               do
               what
               he
               can
               )
            
             
               It
               quite
               surmounts
               the
               art
               ,
               and
               wit
               of
               man
               ,
            
             
               To
               save
               those
               ill-got
               Means
               ,
               which
               every
               day
               ,
            
             
               Like
               gangren'd
               Members
               ,
               sensibly
               decay
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               all
               his
               joynts
               do
               quiver
               ,
               when
               annon
            
             
               He
               
                 by
                 his
                 Books
              
               perceives
               that
               all
               is
               gone
               .
            
             
               All
               's
               gone
               :
               all
               's
               lost
               ,
               all
               his
               so
               vast
               Estate
            
             
               Like
               hidden
               smoak
               ,
               is
               now
               evaporat
               :
            
             
               His
               Lands
               ,
               his
               Means
               ,
               all
               his
               effects
               are
               now
            
             
               Consum'd
               to
               ashes
               ,
               
                 and
                 he
                 knows
                 not
                 how
              
               .
            
             
               Thus
               shall
               he
               perish
               ,
               '
               spite
               of
               all
               his
               wit
               ,
            
             
               And
               thus
               at
               length
               
                 upon
                 the
                 Dung-hill
                 sit
              
               ,
            
             
               Asking
               a
               farthing
               of
               each
               one
               goes
               by
               ,
            
             
               A
               sad
               example
               of
               humane
               vanity
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               that
               's
               not
               all
               ,
               for
               ,
               lest
               some
               spurious
               brat
               ,
               
            
             
               Sprung
               from
               his
               Loynes
               might
               yet
               repullulat
               .
            
             
               And
               ,
               in
               his
               life
               ,
               revive
               the
               memory
            
             
               Of
               such
               a
               man
               ,
               th'
               Almighty
               by
               ,
               and
               by
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               ,
               at
               on
               blow
               ,
               his
               Family
               destroy
               ,
            
             
               And
               leaves
               this
               Creature
               neither
               Girle
               ,
               or
               Boy
               :
            
             
               The
               World
               of
               his
               whole
               Issue
               he
               doth
               cleanse
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 utterly
                 consumes
                 him
                 ,
                 root
                 ,
                 and
                 branch
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               His
               memory
               on
               no
               record
               shall
               stand
               ,
               
            
             
               But
               if
               thereafter
               any
               shall
               demand
               ,
            
             
               (
               Who
               may
               be
               curious
               in
               such
               things
               ,
               as
               these
               )
            
             
               When
               they
               perceive
               some
               scattered
               vestiges
               ,
            
             
               Of
               stately
               buildings
               -
               
                 who
                 did
                 this
                 erect
              
               ?
            
             
               The
               neighbours
               shall
               no
               other
               answer
               make
               ,
            
             
               Save
               ,
               that
               they
               know
               not
               ,
               nor
               did
               ever
               hear
               ,
            
             
               That
               any
               great
               man
               did
               inhabit
               there
               .
            
             
               His
               memory
               all
               Writers
               shall
               disclaim
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               in
               discourses
               ,
               he
               shall
               have
               no
               name
               .
            
          
           
             
               His
               name
               shall
               wholly
               be
               obliterat
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               ,
               with
               oblivion
               be
               consolidat
               :
            
             
               It
               shall
               be
               chac'd
               out
               of
               the
               World
               ,
               for
               shame
            
             
               That
               e'r
               men
               should
               a'
               known
               
                 so
                 vile
                 a
                 name
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               never
               man
               shall
               after
               of
               it
               dream
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 His
                 memory
                 shall
                 be
                 condemn'd
              
               ,
               and
               none
               ,
               
            
             
               Brother
               ,
               or
               
                 Sister
                 ▪
                 Daughter
                 ,
                 Grand-child
                 ,
                 Son
                 ,
              
            
             
               Nephew
               ,
               or
               Niece
               shall
               him
               survive
               ,
               to
               show
            
             
               If
               ever
               
                 such
                 a
                 man
              
               did
               live
               ,
               or
               no.
            
             
               For
               none
               shall
               represent
               him
               ,
               none
               shall
               dar
            
             
               
                 Own
                 Blood
                 with
                 him
              
               ,
               or
               call
               himself
               
                 his
                 Heir
              
               .
            
             
               But
               even
               those
               wretches
               ,
               who
               by
               Law
               might
               claim
            
             
               His
               Honours
               ,
               shall
               b'oblig'd
               
                 to
                 change
                 their
                 name
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Posterity
               shall
               ,
               with
               amazement
               ,
               hear
               
            
             
               His
               fall
               ,
               and
               shall
               be
               Thunder
               —
               struck
               ,
               with
               fear
               ,
            
             
               Nay
               the
               most
               grave
               ,
               and
               stayd
               amongst
               them
               all
            
             
               Shall
               tremble
               ,
               when
               perhaps
               to
               mind
               they
               call
               ,
            
             
               
                 That
                 such
                 a
                 thing
                 once
                 in
                 the
                 World
                 did
                 live
                 ,
              
            
             
             
               
                 Which
                 to
                 its
                 maker
                 such
                 offence
                 did
                 give
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Sure
               these
               the
               Exits
               of
               the
               wicked
               are
               ,
               ,
               
            
             
               In
               which
               Gods
               Justice
               doth
               it self
               declare
               :
            
             
               These
               are
               the
               goodly
               Dwellings
               ,
               in
               which
               all
               ,
            
             
               Who
               on
               their
               Riches
               ,
               not
               on
               God
               do
               call
               .
            
             
               Do
               here
               ,
               on
               earth
               ,
               reside
               :
               there
               all
               their
               Treasures
            
             
               Are
               hoorded
               up
               ,
               there
               all
               
                 their
                 worldly
                 Pleasures
              
               :
            
             
               
                 This
                 is
                 the
                 Dwelling
                 ,
                 this
                 the
                 firm
                 abode
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 those
                 unhappy
                 men
                 ,
                 who
                 fear
                 not
                 God.
                 
              
            
          
        
         
           
             Cap.
             XIX
             .
          
           
             
               THus
               Bildad
               spake
               ,
               thus
               in
               a
               
                 flowing
                 strain
              
               
            
             
               This
               learn'd
               Orator
               briskly
               did
               maintain
            
             
               The
               good
               old
               Cause
               :
               though
               those
               ,
               who
               spake
               before
            
             
               Had
               on
               the
               Subject
               said
               as
               much
               ,
               and
               more
            
             
               Then
               he
               could
               add
               with
               all
               his
               Eloquence
               ,
            
             
               Only
               the
               words
               were
               Bildad
               ,
               but
               the
               sense
            
             
               Was
               still
               the
               same
               ,
               with
               that
               which
               Eliphaz
            
             
               And
               Zophar
               had
               discours'd
               upon
               the
               case
               .
            
             
               When
               he
               had
               then
               this
               New-old-lecture
               read
            
             
               Job
               ,
               with
               more
               calmness
               ,
               answered
               him
               ,
               and
               said
               .
            
          
           
             
               Why
               so
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               I
               see
               you
               shall
               intend
               
            
             
               To
               vex
               my
               Soul
               :
               ah
               !
               shall
               there
               be
               no
               end
            
             
               Of
               your
               Discourses
               ?
               will
               you
               ne'r
               give
               o're
               ,
            
             
               But
               still
               
                 your
                 old
                 Position
              
               more
               ,
               and
               more
            
             
               Pursue
               with
               all
               the
               reason
               you
               can
               make
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               your
               Reputation
               lay
               at
               Stake
               ,
            
             
               To
               prove
               that
               I
               were
               one
               that
               merited
            
             
               These
               Ills
               I
               suffer
               ,
               and
               were
               punished
            
             
               Most
               justly
               for
               my
               sins
               :
               in
               this
               Design
            
             
               You
               seem
               all
               by
               your
               reas'ning
               to
               Combine
               .
            
             
               This
               doth
               appear
               to
               be
               the
               utmost
               scope
               ,
            
             
               Of
               your
               Discourse
               ,
               by
               which
               at
               length
               you
               hope
            
             
               To
               force
               me
               to
               confess
               ,
               what
               ,
               to
               this
               hour
               ,
            
             
               I
               have
               deny'd
               ;
               if
               it
               were
               in
               your
               power
               .
            
             
               But
               I
               'le
               perswad
               you
               ,
               all
               that
               you
               can
               speak
            
             
               Will
               not
               procure
               it
               ,
               I
               am
               not
               so
               weak
            
             
               As
               yet
               ,
               that
               by
               
                 the
                 force
                 of
                 Eloquence
              
               ,
            
             
               I
               should
               be
               charm'd
               out
               of
               
                 my
                 Innocence
              
               .
            
             
               No
               ,
               no
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               for
               all
               that
               you
               can
               say
               ,
            
             
               I
               will
               not
               
                 by
                 Confession
              
               betray
            
             
               My
               Conscience
               ,
               and
               acknowledge
               what
               unless
            
             
               I
               should
               bely
               it
               ,
               
                 I
                 cannot
                 confess
              
               .
            
             
               Though
               I
               confess
               some
               men
               in
               my
               condition
            
             
               Ere
               they
               'd
               endure
               
                 such
                 frequent
                 Repetition
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 Injuries
              
               ,
               would
               acknowledge
               any
               thing
               ,
            
             
               
                 T'
                 avoid
                 the
                 torture
                 of
                 your
                 reasoning
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               Ten
               times
               you
               have
               reproach'd
               me
               to
               my
               face
               ,
               
            
             
               Yet
               not
               asham'd
               ,
               you
               still
               pursue
               the
               chace
               .
            
             
               Indeed
               your
               malice
               now
               is
               evident
               ,
            
             
               For
               ,
               in
               your
               talk
               ,
               you
               're
               become
               impudent
               .
            
             
               I
               now
               perceive
               what
               all
               this
               while
               has
               been
               ▪
            
             
               Your
               aim
               ,
               I
               understand
               now
               what
               you
               mean.
            
             
               I
               see
               your
               only
               purpose
               is
               to
               try
            
             
               How
               a
               poor
               Soul
               involv'd
               in
               misery
            
             
               Is
               able
               to
               endure
               ,
               besides
               the
               pain
            
             
               In
               which
               he
               lyes
               ,
               
                 the
                 rude
                 insults
                 of
                 men
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Unkindly
               done
               !
               if
               this
               be
               your
               intent
               ,
               
            
             
               Not
               to
               condole
               with
               me
               ,
               but
               to
               torment
            
             
               My
               Soul
               with
               arguing
               ,
               whilst
               my
               present
               state
            
             
               Requires
               smooth
               language
               ,
               and
               not
               rough
               debate
               .
            
             
               Thus
               by
               discourse
               ,
               obliging
               me
               to
               speak
               ,
            
             
               In
               answer
               to
               you
               ,
               when
               I
               am
               so
               weak
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               can
               hardly
               move
               my
               lips
               :
               when
               all
            
             
               My
               Teeth
               do
               gingle
               ,
               when
               my
               Chops
               do
               fall
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 my
                 slow
                 words
                 are
                 meerly
                 guttural
                 .
              
            
             
               If
               for
               this
               end
               you
               three
               be
               hither
               come
               ,
            
             
               Indeed
               you
               had
               as
               good
               a
               stay'd
               at
               home
               .
            
             
               For
               I
               conceive
               this
               kind
               of
               disputing
               ,
            
             
               Can
               to
               afflicted
               men
               no
               comfort
               bring
               .
            
             
               No
               ,
               no
               more
               ,
               then
               if
               one
               should
               see
               his
               friend
            
             
               Fall'n
               in
               a
               pit
               ,
               and
               should
               be
               so
               unkind
               ,
            
             
               As
               '
               stead
               of
               helping
               of
               him
               out
               ,
               to
               tell
               him
               ,
            
             
               'T
               is
               for
               his
               sins
               this
               accident
               befell
               him
               .
            
             
               So
               when
               you
               see
               me
               in
               this
               desolate
            
             
               Condition
               ,
               in
               this
               lamentable
               state
               ,
            
             
               '
               Stead
               of
               upholding
               my
               decaying
               spirits
               ,
            
             
               You
               always
               tell
               me
               ,
               thus
               each
               Mortal
               merits
            
             
               To
               be
               afflicted
               ,
               who
               hath
               done
               offence
            
             
               To
               his
               Creator
               :
               
                 whose
                 own
                 Conscience
              
            
             
               
                 Tells
                 him
                 he
                 's
                 guilty
                 ,
                 yet
                 pleads
                 innocence
                 .
              
            
             
               But
               what
               says
               all
               this
               to
               the
               case
               in
               hand
               ?
            
             
               Pray
               now
               ,
               my
               good
               friends
               ,
               let
               me
               understand
               ,
            
             
               In
               these
               my
               sins
               where
               your
               concern
               doth
               ly
               ?
            
             
               For
               my
               escapes
               ,
               whether
               must
               you
               ,
               or
               I
            
             
               Make
               answer
               pray
               ?
               sure
               I
               conceive
               that
               none
            
             
               Must
               make
               account
               for
               those
               ,
               but
               I
               alone
               .
            
             
               Then
               what
               are
               you
               concern'd
               ?
               if
               I
               have
               err'd
               ,
            
             
               The
               worse
               is
               mine
               :
               and
               if
               I
               hav
               prefer'd
            
             
               My
               pleasures
               to
               that
               duty
               ,
               which
               I
               owe
            
             
               To
               my
               
                 so
                 kind
                 Creator
              
               ,
               sure
               I
               know
               ,
            
             
               He
               'll
               none
               of
               you
               for
               these
               in
               judgement
               call
               ,
            
             
               But
               I
               alone
               must
               make
               account
               for
               all
               .
            
             
               Nay
               further
               ,
               my
               dear
               friends
               ,
               should
               I
               allow
            
             
               That
               I
               have
               sinn'd
               ,
               yet
               sure
               to
               none
               of
               you
            
             
               I
               ever
               gave
               offence
               :
               
                 my
                 sins
                 at
                 least
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Were
                 acted
                 in
                 the
                 closet
                 of
                 my
                 breast
                 ,
              
            
             
               My
               converse
               was
               to
               outward
               view
               upright
               ,
            
             
               My
               sins
               were
               perceptible
               by
               the
               sight
            
             
               Of
               God
               alone
               :
               and
               so
               such
               Godly
               men
            
             
               As
               you
               are
               ,
               of
               no
               scandal
               can
               complain
               ,
            
             
             
               Proceeding
               from
               my
               carriage
               :
               pray
               then
               why
            
             
               Should
               you
               upbraid
               me
               thus
               continually
            
             
               With
               sins
               ,
               which
               were
               you
               put
               to
               prove
               ,
               I
               fear
            
             
               For
               all
               your
               art
               you
               could
               not
               make
               appear
            
             
               That
               I
               were
               guilty
               of
               'em
               ?
               why
               should
               you
            
             
               Who
               are
               wise
               men
               ,
               such
               liberty
               allow
            
             
               To
               your
               hot
               passions
               ?
               why
               should
               you
               exclaim
            
             
               Against
               a
               poor
               afflicted
               man
               ?
               for
               shame
            
             
               Forbear
               this
               bitter
               railing
               ,
               pray
               forbear
            
             
               And
               if
               you
               be
               Comforters
               ,
               let
               me
               hear
            
             
               Some
               words
               of
               comfort
               ,
               pray
               now
               let
               me
               see
            
             
               If
               you
               be
               such
               ,
               as
               you
               pretend
               to
               be
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               if
               in
               railing
               you
               will
               still
               proceed
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               think
               you
               do
               perform
               a
               noble
               deed
               ,
            
             
               In
               whipping
               one
               with
               words
               already
               spent
            
             
               With
               sad
               afflictions
               ,
               whilst
               you
               would
               torment
            
             
               A
               dying
               creature
               ,
               I
               will
               teach
               you
               how
            
             
               To
               mannage
               this
               trade
               better
               than
               you
               do
               .
            
             
               I
               'le
               furnish
               you
               with
               store
               of
               arguments
               ,
            
             
               Better
               than
               those
               ,
               which
               your
               poor
               wits
               invents
               :
            
             
               And
               let
               you
               see
               ,
               where
               your
               advantage
               lies
               ,
            
             
               Which
               yet
               indeed
               ,
               for
               all
               that
               your
               're
               so
               wise
            
             
               You
               have
               not
               hit
               ,
               I
               'll
               teach
               how
               t'
               upbraid
               ,
            
             
               And
               how
               to
               say
               more
               then
               you
               yet
               have
               said
               ,
            
             
               
                 Though
                 after
                 all
                 't
                 is
                 but
                 a
                 scurvy
                 trade
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               I
               'd
               have
               you
               then
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               to
               understand
               ,
               
            
             
               That
               by
               the
               Power
               of
               an
               Almighty
               hand
               ,
            
             
               I
               'm
               totally
               undone
               ,
               I
               'm
               overthrown
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               my
               glory
               turned
               up
               side
               down
               .
            
             
               I
               am
               entangled
               in
               afflictions
               net
               ,
            
             
               With
               wounding
               sorrows
               I
               am
               round
               beset
               :
            
             
               And
               still
               the
               more
               I
               struggle
               to
               get
               out
               ,
            
             
               I
               stick
               the
               faster
               ,
               when
               I
               look
               about
            
             
               For
               help
               from
               man
               :
               I
               easily
               perceive
               ,
            
             
               That
               of
               all
               my
               acquaintance
               none
               do
               grieve
               ,
            
             
               To
               see
               their
               old
               friend
               in
               this
               woful
               case
               ,
            
             
               But
               all
               upbraid
               me
               to
               my
               very
               face
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               cry
               out
               of
               Oppression
               ,
               Rapine
               ,
               Force
               ,
               
            
             
               Plain
               Depredation
               ,
               or
               what
               else
               is
               worse
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               from
               Heav'ns
               Court
               there
               's
               yet
               no
               answer
               made
               ,
            
             
               I
               
                 call
                 ,
                 but
                 there
                 's
                 no
                 justice
                 to
                 be
                 had
                 .
              
            
             
               All
               do
               abhor
               me
               ,
               all
               do
               do
               say
               't
               is
               just
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               should
               have
               my
               dwelling
               in
               the
               Dust
               ,
            
             
               Because
               in
               wealth
               I
               many
               did
               exceed
               ,
            
             
               And
               had
               in
               store
               all
               things
               that
               Mortals
               need
               :
            
             
               From
               whence
               as
               't
               were
               a
               Crime
               ,
               they
               do
               infer
               ,
            
             
               'T
               is
               just
               that
               such
               as
               I
               should
               now
               be
               here
               .
            
             
               For
               those
               who
               me
               in
               peace
               ,
               and
               wealth
               did
               know
               ,
            
             
               Are
               out
               of
               envy
               glad
               to
               see
               me
               low
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               is
               my
               lot
               ,
               this
               is
               my
               present
               state
               ,
               
            
             
               This
               is
               the
               woful
               ,
               and
               disconsolat
            
             
               Condition
               of
               my
               life
               :
               I
               now
               appear
            
             
               Like
               a
               distress'd
               
                 night-wandering
                 Traveller
              
               ,
            
             
               Who
               sometimes
               falls
               on
               stones
               ,
               sometimes
               doth
               rush
            
             
               Amongst
               the
               prickles
               of
               some
               
                 silent
                 bush
              
               :
            
             
             
               Sometimes
               in
               
                 Quag
                 mires
              
               falls
               ,
               from
               whence
               got
               out
            
             
               With
               arms
               at
               length
               out
               stretch'd
               ,
               he
               grops
               about
            
             
               I'
               th'
               horrid
               darkness
               of
               the
               night
               ,
               and
               fain
            
             
               Would
               follow
               out
               his
               way
               ,
               but
               all
               in
               vain
               ;
            
             
               For
               the
               poor
               soul
               no
               sooner
               extricats
            
             
               Himself
               from
               troubles
               ,
               then
               in
               other
               straits
            
             
               He
               quickly
               falls
               :
               now
               on
               some
               precipice
            
             
               He
               finds
               himself
               advanc'd
               ,
               then
               in
               a
               trice
            
             
               He
               casts
               about
               him
               ,
               and
               not
               many
               paces
            
             
               From
               thence
               ,
               the
               Trunk
               of
               some
               old
               tree
               embraces
               ,
            
             
               Anon
               from
               some
               
                 steep
                 Rock
              
               he
               tumbles
               down
               ,
            
             
               And
               finds
               himself
               amongst
               the
               Brambles
               soon
               ▪
            
             
               Engag'd
               with
               
                 Wild
                 goats
              
               :
               thence
               with
               toil
               ,
               and
               pain
            
             
               He
               wrestles
               out
               :
               and
               by
               ,
               and
               by
               again
            
             
               Falls
               in
               some
               Quag-mire
               to
               the
               Knees
               ,
               and
               thence
            
             
               He
               makes
               a
               passage
               with
               some
               violence
               ,
            
             
               And
               falls
               anon
               into
               some
               Ditch
               ,
               at
               length
            
             
               O're
               toil'd
               with
               wandring
               ,
               and
               now
               wanting
               strength
            
             
               To
               wrestle
               any
               more
               with
               Shrubs
               ,
               and
               Bushes
               ,
            
             
               Ditches
               ,
               and
               
                 Quick-setts
                 Quag-mires
                 ,
                 Pools
                 ,
                 Bull-rushes
                 ▪
              
            
             
               
                 Willows
                 ,
                 and
                 Elms
              
               ,
               which
               ever
               ,
               and
               anon
            
             
               He
               doth
               encounter
               :
               fairly
               he
               sits
               down
            
             
               On
               the
               cold
               ground
               ,
               and
               there
               in
               pain
               ,
               and
               fear
               ,
            
             
               Resolves
               to
               watch
               it
               out
               ,
               while
               day
               appear
            
             
               Even
               such
               am
               I
               ,
               such
               is
               my
               dismal
               case
               ,
            
             
               My
               way
               is
               closely
               fenc'd
               ,
               all
               passages
            
             
               Block'd
               up
               on
               every
               side
               ,
               and
               every
               road
            
             
               Stopp'd
               ,
               
                 as
                 with
                 trees
                 a
                 cross
              
               ,
               by
               th'
               mighty
               God
               ,
            
             
               So
               that
               ,
               I
               cannot
               pass
               .
               —
            
             
               Inward
               ,
               and
               outward
               so
               my
               troubles
               now
               ,
            
             
               Do
               multiply
               ,
               I
               know
               not
               what
               to
               do
               .
            
             
               As
               waves
               upon
               each
               others
               back
               do
               ride
               ,
            
             
               In
               a
               full
               body
               at
               a
               
                 growing
                 Tide
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               such
               fury
               fall
               upon
               the
               Shore
            
             
               As
               if
               they
               would
               the
               very
               earth
               devour
               :
            
             
               And
               as
               one
               breaks
               ,
               another
               doth
               succeed
            
             
               With
               the
               same
               force
               ,
               and
               in
               that
               others
               steed
               ,
            
             
               Another
               ,
               and
               so
               wave
               on
               wave
               doth
               break
            
             
               So
               after
               one
               sad
               cross
               ,
               I
               still
               expect
            
             
               Another
               ,
               and
               another
               on
               the
               back
            
             
               Of
               that
               ,
               and
               so
               untill
               all
               go
               to
               wrack
               .
            
             
               I
               cannot
               see
               how
               these
               rude
               waves
               will
               cease
               ,
            
             
               But
               that
               my
               woes
               each
               moment
               will
               encrease
            
             
               Untill
               I
               be
               destroy'd
               :
               I
               cannot
               see
            
             
               What
               th'
               issues
               of
               these
               miseries
               may
               be
               .
            
             
               Or
               where
               my
               sorrows
               raging
               course
               will
               stop
            
             
               Only
               
                 upon
                 a
                 slender
                 plank
                 of
                 hope
              
            
             
               I
               still
               do
               ●it
               ,
               expecting
               ,
               after
               all
               ,
            
             
               The
               pride
               of
               these
               insulting
               waves
               may
               fall
               ,
            
             
               A
               calm
               may
               come
               ,
               and
               I
               may
               get
               ashore
            
             
               And
               live
               in
               plenty
               as
               I
               did
               before
               .
               
            
          
           
             
               But
               now
               the
               hand
               of
               God
               upon
               me
               lies
            
             
               Most
               heavily
               ,
               my
               woes
               and
               miseries
            
             
               Are
               not
               to
               be
               express'd
               :
               my
               prosp'rous
               state
            
             
             
               In
               which
               I
               was
               conspicuous
               of
               late
               ,
            
             
               Is
               now
               renvers'd
               ,
               my
               Honours
               rent
               ,
               and
               torn
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               exposed
               
                 to
                 the
                 rabbles
                 scorn
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               who
               created
               me
               ,
               he
               who
               employ'd
               
            
             
               His
               Breath
               in
               framing
               me
               ,
               has
               now
               destroy'd
               ,
            
             
               What
               formerly
               de
               did
               appoint
               to
               live
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               that
               end
               did
               such
               allowance
               give
            
             
               Out
               of
               
                 Heav'ns
                 treasure
              
               ,
               as
               might
               well
               expresse
               ,
            
             
               Both
               his
               own
               glory
               ,
               and
               the
               happinesse
            
             
               Of
               him
               he
               lov'd
               .
               But
               now
               I
               am
               undone
               ,
            
             
               My
               expectation
               is
               quite
               overthrown
               .
            
             
               And
               as
               when
               th'
               Earth
               doth
               in
               her
               bowels
               find
               ,
            
             
               Strong
               torments
               of
               a
               
                 subterraneous
                 wind
              
               ;
            
             
               She
               trembles
               ,
               as
               in
               Ague
               fit
               ,
               and
               then
            
             
               To
               ease
               her self
               of
               that
               sad
               inward
               pain
               ,
            
             
               Like
               one
               in
               Child-birth
               ,
               for
               sometime
               she
               roars
               ,
            
             
               Then
               quickly
               bursts
               asunder
               ,
               and
               devours
            
             
               
                 Towns
                 ,
                 Castles
                 ,
                 Mountains
                 ,
                 Houses
                 ,
                 Villages
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               by
               the
               root
               pulls
               up
               the
               
                 tallest
                 Trees
              
               ,
            
             
               Though
               ne'r
               so
               firmly
               knit
               ;
               though
               ne'r
               so
               sure
            
             
               Fix'd
               in
               the
               Rocks
               ,
               yet
               they
               cannot
               endure
            
             
               
                 That
                 furious
                 shock
                 of
                 Nature
              
               ,
               but
               must
               all
            
             
               In
               Earths
               dark
               Caverns
               ,
               find
               their
               Burial
               .
            
             
               So
               am
               I
               swallowed
               up
               alive
               ,
               and
               none
            
             
               Can
               help
               me
               now
               ,
               
                 for
                 all
                 my
                 hopes
                 are
                 gone
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Against
               me
               God
               his
               Ban
               has
               issued
               ,
               
            
             
               Proscrib'd
               me
               ,
               
                 set
                 a
                 price
                 upon
                 my
                 head
                 .
              
            
             
               And
               now
               as
               for
               an
               Outlaw
               every
               where
            
             
               Search
               is
               made
               for
               me
               ,
               neither
               here
               ,
               nor
               there
            
             
               Am
               I
               secure
               ;
               but
               still
               I
               am
               espy'd
               ,
            
             
               My
               God
               has
               hemm'd
               me
               in
               on
               every
               side
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               as
               a
               skilful
               
                 wary
                 General
              
               ,
               
            
             
               E're
               he
               to
               
                 close
                 Seige
              
               of
               a
               Town
               doth
               fall
               ,
            
             
               First
               with
               light
               Troops
               invests
               the
               place
               around
               ,
            
             
               Shut
               up
               all
               Passages
               ,
               takes
               up
               his
               Ground
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               thinks
               proper
               ,
               then
               begins
               his
               Lines
               ,
            
             
               Raises
               his
               Batteries
               ,
               labours
               in
               his
               Mines
               ,
            
             
               Makes
               his
               approaches
               ,
               and
               doth
               never
               cease
               ,
            
             
               By
               night
               ,
               or
               day
               ,
               until
               he
               gain
               the
               Place
               .
            
             
               So
               I
               am
               now
               besieg'd
               :
               his
               Troops
               invest
            
             
               
                 My
                 fortresse
              
               on
               all
               quarters
               ,
               and
               infest
            
             
               Me
               with
               allarums
               ,
               and
               with
               all
               the
               power
            
             
               Of
               Heavens
               I
               am
               assaulted
               every
               hour
               .
            
             
               Expecting
               no
               relief
               ,
               I
               do
               perceive
               ,
            
             
               
                 That
                 all
                 my
                 hopes
                 depend
                 upon
                 the
                 Grave
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               For
               all
               those
               Creatures
               ,
               which
               we
               Kindred
               call
               ,
               
            
             
               
                 My
                 Brothers
                 ,
                 Sisters
                 ,
                 Nephews
                 ,
                 Cousins
                 ,
              
               all
            
             
               From
               whom
               I
               might
               expect
               relief
               ,
               have
               now
            
             
               Forsaken
               me
               :
               none
               of
               'em
               will
               allow
            
             
               Me
               one
               
                 kind
                 visit
              
               :
               but
               are
               pleas'd
               to
               hear
            
             
               How
               I
               am
               tortur'd
               ,
               and
               can
               scarce
               forbear
            
             
               From
               smiling
               when
               they
               see
               me
               in
               this
               state
               ?
            
             
               All
               my
               acquaintance
               too
               ,
               with
               whom
               of
               late
            
             
               I
               kindly
               did
               converse
               ,
               are
               now
               asham'd
            
             
             
               
                 To
                 hear
                 their
                 old
                 ,
                 but
                 poor
                 acquaintance
                 nam'd
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               My
               kinsmen
               ,
               ah
               !
               those
               men
               whom
               every
               hour
               ,
            
             
               I
               would
               oblige
               by
               what
               lay
               in
               my
               power
               .
               
            
             
               Those
               men
               ,
               to
               whom
               I
               have
               great
               favours
               show'n
               ,
            
             
               And
               studied
               more
               their
               interest
               then
               my
               own
               ,
            
             
               
                 These
                 horrid
                 monsters
                 of
                 ingratitude
              
               ,
            
             
               Neither
               with
               virtue
               ,
               nor
               Gods
               fear
               endu'd
               ,
            
             
               Those
               Vipers
               ,
               whom
               I
               in
               my
               House
               have
               bred
               ,
            
             
               And
               many
               years
               have
               at
               my
               Table
               fed
               ,
            
             
               Else
               they
               had
               starv'd
               :
               these
               have
               abandon'd
               me
               ,
            
             
               These
               have
               insulted
               o'r
               me
               ,
               
                 now
                 I
                 see
              
            
             
               
                 What
                 't
                 is
                 to
                 become
                 poor
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Nay
               
                 my
                 Domestick
                 servants
              
               ,
               who
               did
               sleep
               
            
             
               Under
               my
               Roof
               ,
               who
               did
               my
               Substance
               keep
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               those
               Creatures
               ,
               who
               did
               eat
               my
               bread
            
             
               Those
               men
               do
               look
               upon
               me
               now
               as
               dead
               .
            
             
               Those
               ,
               whom
               I
               with
               my
               money
               purchased
               ;
            
             
               Who
               in
               my
               
                 Fields
                 ,
                 and
                 Vineyards
              
               laboured
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               those
               numerous
               maids
               ,
               who
               formerly
            
             
               Did
               earn
               their
               bread
               within
               my
               Family
               :
            
             
               When
               they
               perceive
               me
               in
               so
               sad
               a
               case
               ,
            
             
               Are
               now
               afraid
               to
               look
               upon
               my
               face
               .
            
             
               They
               do
               not
               know
               me
               ,
               I
               cannot
               perswade
               them
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               'm
               the
               person
               ,
               formerly
               ,
               who
               fed
               them
               :
            
             
               No
               they
               will
               not
               believe
               that
               I
               am
               he
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               but
               of
               late
               in
               plenty
               they
               did
               see
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               they
               did
               honour
               ,
               whom
               they
               did
               esteem
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               they
               respected
               ,
               at
               whose
               very
               name
            
             
               Those
               slaves
               would
               tremble
               ,
               but
               in
               their
               conceit
               ,
            
             
               
                 They
                 look
                 upon
                 me
                 as
                 some
                 counterfeit
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Of
               late
               I
               to
               a
               Servant
               call'd
               for
               aid
               ,
            
             
               Not
               by
               command
               ,
               but
               as
               one
               would
               perswade
               
            
             
               A
               stranger
               ,
               but
               the
               man
               no
               answer
               made
               .
            
             
               I
               call'd
               another
               ,
               but
               he
               would
               not
               hear
               ,
            
             
               A
               third
               ,
               a
               fourth
               ,
               but
               no
               man
               would
               appear
            
             
               To
               do
               me
               service
               ;
               all
               a
               distance
               kep't
               ,
            
             
               And
               through
               the
               Hedges
               at
               their
               Master
               peep
               't
               ,
            
             
               As
               those
               ,
               who
               were
               afraid
               of
               Pestilence
            
             
               To
               be
               infected
               ,
               all
               my
               Eloquence
               ,
            
             
               My
               pray'rs
               ,
               my
               sighs
               ,
               my
               tears
               ,
               in
               any
               sort
               ,
            
             
               Could
               not
               from
               these
               one
               single
               word
               extort
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               O
               sad
               judgement
               !
               which
               is
               worst
               of
               all
               ,
            
             
               I
               from
               
                 my
                 very
                 Wife
              
               for
               help
               did
               call
               :
               
            
             
               From
               her
               ,
               whom
               many
               years
               I
               entertain'd
               ,
            
             
               Not
               as
               my
               slave
               ,
               but
               as
               my
               bosom
               friend
               ;
            
             
               In
               whose
               embraces
               lay
               depositat
            
             
               The
               
                 greatest
                 treasure
              
               of
               my
               prosprous
               state
               :
            
             
               From
               her
               ,
               from
               my
               own
               Wife
               ,
               from
               this
               same
               Creature
               ,
            
             
               I
               call'd
               for
               help
               by
               all
               the
               tyes
               of
               Nature
               :
            
             
               By
               all
               the
               dearest
               pledges
               of
               our
               love
            
             
               I
               did
               conjure
               her
               ,
               but
               nothing
               would
               move
            
             
               This
               unkind
               Woman
               who
               has
               now
               forgot
            
             
               She
               is
               
                 my
                 Consort
              
               ,
               and
               remembers
               not
            
             
               Our
               former
               love
               ,
               but
               in
               my
               present
               state
               ,
            
             
               Unhappily
               is
               become
               so
               ungrate
               ,
            
             
             
               She
               'l
               not
               come
               nigh
               me
               ,
               as
               she
               did
               before
               ,
            
             
               And
               ne'r
               desires
               to
               see
               me
               any
               more
               .
            
             
               She
               hates
               me
               ,
               she
               abhorrs
               me
               ,
               she
               denies
            
             
               My
               converss
               ,
               I
               am
               loathsome
               in
               her
               eyes
               .
            
             
               She
               tells
               me
               now
               my
               breath
               is
               become
               strange
               ,
            
             
               But
               what
               alace
               makes
               her
               affection
               change
            
             
               So
               suddenlie
               ?
               't
               is
               not
               my
               ulcerous
               case
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               all
               the
               furrows
               in
               my
               withered
               face
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               yet
               the
               Scent
               of
               
                 my
                 infectious
                 Breath
              
               ,
            
             
               As
               she
               pretends
               ,
               by
               which
               approaching
               Death
            
             
               Is
               clearlie
               presag'd
               ,
               for
               she
               tells
               anon
            
             
               
                 She
                 cannot
                 converse
                 with
                 a
                 Carion
                 .
              
            
             
               No
               —
               no
               these
               reasons
               have
               no
               weight
               at
               all
               ,
            
             
               Fig-leav'd
               excuses
               ;
               meer
               pretences
               all
               ,
            
             
               'T
               is
               none
               of
               these
               :
               
                 't
                 is
                 only
                 poverty
              
            
             
               Occasions
               this
               Desertion
               ;
               —
               for
               why
            
             
               
                 As
                 any
                 man
                 in
                 wealth
                 decays
                 ,
                 or
                 grows
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 So
                 a
                 bad
                 wifes
                 affection
                 ●bbs
                 ,
                 or
                 flowes
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Yea
               
                 little
                 boyes
              
               ,
               who
               seeing
               me
               before
               ,
               
            
             
               Would
               veil
               their
               Caps
               ,
               respect
               me
               now
               no
               more
            
             
               Than
               one
               who
               begs
               his
               bread
               from
               door
               to
               door
               .
            
             
               They
               point
               at
               me
               ,
               they
               laugh
               ,
               do
               what
               they
               list
               ,
            
             
               And
               though
               I
               check
               them
               ,
               yet
               they
               still
               persist
               ,
            
             
               Insulting
               o're
               me
               in
               my
               miserie
               ,
            
             
               They
               tell
               each
               other
               
                 there
                 poor
                 Job
                 doth
                 lie
              
               .
            
             
               No
               wonder
               ,
               when
               the
               parents
               me
               despise
            
             
               I
               should
               be
               hateful
               in
               the
               childrens
               eyes
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               dearest
               friends
               too
               ,
               men
               ,
               whom
               for
               my
               heart
               
            
             
               I
               did
               entirelie
               love
               ,
               have
               now
               ta'n
               part
            
             
               With
               all
               my
               other
               enemies
               ▪
               even
               those
               .
            
             
               In
               whom
               I
               trusted
               are
               become
               my
               foes
               ,
            
             
               My
               greatest
               foes
               ,
               yet
               each
               of
               them
               contends
               ,
            
             
               (
               How
               e're
               I
               take
               it
               )
               they
               are
               all
               my
               friends
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               now
               that
               I
               this
               Historie
               may
               close
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               in
               one
               passage
               sum
               up
               all
               my
               woes
               :
            
             
               See
               where
               with
               sores
               all
               covered
               I
               sit
               ,
            
             
               Plaistered
               with
               Scabs
               ,
               and
               Boiles
               ,
               for
               nothing
               fit
               ,
            
             
               But
               at
               some
               tree
               Root
               to
               be
               buried
               ,
            
             
               As
               Carrions
               are
               ,
               and
               there
               like
               dung
               ,
               to
               feed
            
             
               The
               sucking
               Vegetable
               :
               O
               did
               I
            
             
               Enjoy
               my
               
                 health
                 ,
                 and
                 strength
              
               ,
               as
               formerlie
            
             
               How
               would
               I
               undervalue
               all
               my
               losses
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Means
               ,
               and
               Children
               ,
               with
               my
               other
               crosses
               :
            
             
               How
               bravely
               would
               I
               bear
               it
               out
               ,
               how
               fair
            
             
               Would
               the
               Effigies
               of
               my
               life
               appear
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               that
               's
               past
               :
               did
               I
               enjoy
               my
               health
            
             
               That
               would
               be
               to
               me
               
                 Children
                 ,
                 Honour
                 ,
                 Wealth
              
               ,
            
             
               Furnish'd
               with
               Health
               
                 I
                 'd
                 make
                 the
                 Devil
                 give
                 o're
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               be
               asham'd
               to
               vex
               me
               any
               more
               .
            
             
               But
               O
               my
               sorrows
               !
               O
               the
               grievous
               pain
            
             
               Which
               I
               endure
               !
               no
               part
               doth
               now
               remain
            
             
               Of
               all
               my
               body
               from
               these
               Ulcers
               free
            
             
               No
               part
               untouch'd
               ,
               (
               as
               everie
               one
               may
               see
               )
            
             
               Onlie
               my
               mouth
               ,
               not
               yet
               by
               these
               invaded
            
             
             
               Nor
               by
               these
               numerous
               Boils
               yet
               barricaded
            
             
               Servs
               for
               a
               passage
               to
               my
               loadened
               heart
               ,
            
             
               By
               which
               it
               may
               its
               grief
               to
               th'
               world
               impart
               ,
            
             
               But
               not
               blasphem
               ,
               as
               some
               men
               would
               a'
               done
            
             
               In
               my
               condition
               .
               —
            
             
               No
               no
               ,
               let
               God
               do
               with
               me
               what
               he
               will
               ,
            
             
               My
               heart
               and
               mouth
               shall
               be
               abstemious
               still
            
             
               From
               all
               such
               inclination
               to
               evil
               ,
            
             
               And
               such
               bad
               instigations
               ,
               of
               the
               Devil
               ,
            
             
               For
               (
               come
               what
               will
               on
               't
               )
               I
               had
               rather
               lie
            
             
               In
               this
               sad
               case
               of
               life
               perpetuallie
               ,
            
             
               
                 Before
                 I
                 should
                 once
                 curse
                 my
                 God
                 ,
                 and
                 die
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Have
               pity
               then
               ,
               for
               Heav'ns
               sake
               ,
               all
               my
               friends
               ,
            
             
               Have
               pity
               on
               me
               ,
               let
               your
               angry
               minds
               
            
             
               Be
               now
               appeas'd
               ,
               let
               all
               your
               Choller
               cease
               ,
            
             
               When
               you
               perceive
               me
               in
               this
               woful
               case
               .
            
             
               You
               see
               how
               God
               has
               punish'd
               ,
               me
               you
               see
            
             
               
                 How
                 all
                 the
                 plagues
                 of
                 Hell
                 have
                 seiz'd
                 on
                 me
                 .
              
            
             
               How
               God
               has
               set
               me
               as
               a
               mark
               ,
               for
               all
            
             
               The
               sorrows
               of
               this
               world
               ,
               both
               great
               ,
               and
               small
               ,
            
             
               To
               level
               at
               :
               O
               may
               not
               this
               appease
            
             
               Your
               wrath
               against
               me
               ,
               when
               such
               ills
               ,
               as
               these
            
             
               Do
               triumph
               o're
               me
               ,
               when
               I
               'm
               led
               in
               chains
            
             
               Attended
               by
               a
               thousand
               woes
               ,
               and
               paines
               ,
            
             
               O
               may
               not
               this
               suffice
               ;
               have
               pity
               then
            
             
               
                 Have
                 pity
                 on
                 me
                 ;
                 friends
                 ,
                 as
                 you
                 are
                 men
                 ,
              
            
             
               Let
               all
               your
               hearts
               be
               moved
               with
               compassion
               ,
            
             
               When
               you
               behold
               me
               tortur'd
               in
               this
               fashion
               .
            
             
               
                 Have
                 pity
                 then
                 ,
                 have
                 pity
                 now
                 upon
                 me
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 O
                 ye
                 my
                 friends
                 !
                 forth
                 '
                 hand
                 of
                 God
                 is
                 on
                 me
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               The
               hand
               of
               God
               doth
               heavy
               on
               me
               ly
               ,
               
            
             
               I
               am
               involv'd
               in
               such
               perplexity
            
             
               In
               such
               
                 sad
                 Circumstances
              
               ,
               such
               distress
               ,
            
             
               No
               humane
               art
               ,
               or
               language
               can
               express
               .
            
             
               Yet
               still
               your
               persecution
               doth
               proceed
            
             
               'Gainst
               me
               ,
               the
               Oyl
               of
               malice
               still
               doth
               feed
            
             
               Your
               burning
               wrath
               ,
               you
               never
               do
               give
               o're
            
             
               But
               still
               oppress
               my
               Spirit
               more
               ,
               and
               more
            
             
               With
               bitter
               words
               :
               is
               't
               not
               enough
               you
               see
            
             
               My
               body
               thus
               piece-meal'd
               ,
               but
               you
               must
               be
               ,
            
             
               (
               While
               you
               pretend
               my
               losses
               to
               condole
               )
            
             
               
                 The
                 cruel
                 Executioners
                 of
                 my
                 soul.
              
            
             
               Is
               't
               not
               enough
               you
               see
               my
               body
               pin'd
               ,
            
             
               But
               you
               must
               likewise
               thus
               distract
               my
               mind
               ?
            
             
               Ah
               will
               your
               tedious
               arguing
               never
               cease
               ?
            
             
               Would
               as
               for
               seven
               daies
               ,
               you
               did
               hold
               your
               peace
               .
            
             
               When
               first
               you
               hither
               came
               :
               so
               to
               this
               hour
            
             
               You
               ne'r
               had
               spoke
               :
               alace
               how
               lean
               ,
               and
               poor
            
             
               All
               your
               Discourse
               is
               on
               my
               present
               state
            
             
               Expressing
               not
               so
               much
               your
               wit
               ,
               as
               hate
               ,
            
             
               Still
               varieing
               ,
               still
               mistaking
               of
               my
               case
               ,
            
             
               Still
               anvilling
               on
               
                 one
                 poor
                 common
                 place
              
               ;
            
             
               As
               if
               't
               were
               meritorious
               to
               assert
               ,
            
             
               Though
               pious
               in
               my
               words
               ,
               yet
               in
               my
               heart
            
             
             
               I
               am
               a
               rotten
               Hypocrite
               :
               indeed
            
             
               If
               you
               intend
               in
               railing
               to
               proceed
               ,
            
             
               In
               my
               opinion
               truly
               it
               were
               fit
               ,
            
             
               You
               should
               at
               least
               those
               
                 threed-bare
                 tropicks
              
               quite
               ,
            
             
               You
               should
               your
               former
               Batteries
               neglect
               ,
            
             
               And
               on
               new
               grounds
               new
               arguments
               erect
               :
            
             
               And
               ,
               truth
               ,
               I
               think
               by
               what
               I
               've
               spoke
               of
               late
               ,
            
             
               I
               've
               furnish
               ▪
               d
               you
               with
               matter
               adequat
               ,
            
             
               To
               more
               then
               any
               of
               you
               hath
               spoke
               as
               yet
               .
            
             
               Proceed
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               then
               ,
               do
               your
               worst
               ,
               let
               all
            
             
               Your
               wits
               joint
               forces
               brisquely
               on
               me
               fall
               ,
            
             
               
                 All
                 your
                 insults
                 I
                 shall
                 with
                 patience
              
            
             
               
                 Endure
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 my
                 miseries
                 dispence
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 When
                 I
                 reflect
                 on
                 my
                 own
                 innocence
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               My
               innocence
               I
               ever
               will
               assert
               ,
               
            
             
               For
               not
               your
               logick
               ,
               not
               your
               wit
               ,
               and
               art
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               wheadle
               me
               into
               acknowledgement
            
             
               Of
               your
               
                 so
                 oft
                 repeated
                 argument
              
               .
            
             
               No
               ,
               no
               ,
               I
               never
               will
               confesse
               ,
               what
               you
            
             
               To
               have
               conceded
               ,
               keep
               so
               much
               adoe
               ,
            
             
               No
               ,
               
               I
               'm
               so
               far
               from
               being
               asham'd
               of
               what
            
             
               I
               've
               spoke
               ,
               since
               we
               did
               mannage
               this
               debate
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               could
               wish
               
                 my
                 words
                 were
                 registrat
              
               .
            
             
               I
               care
               not
               who
               hereafter
               do
               revise
            
             
               
                 The
                 memoires
                 of
                 my
                 woes
                 ,
                 and
                 miseries
                 .
              
            
             
               I
               am
               indifferent
               who
               hereafter
               read
            
             
               My
               Plea
               ,
               and
               see
               how
               I
               have
               answered
            
             
               Your
               pointed
               arguments
               ,
               I
               care
               not
               who
            
             
               In
               after
               ages
               do
               peruse
               what
               now
            
             
               I
               speak
               :
               although
               the
               words
               that
               from
               my
               mouth
               ,
            
             
               Do
               issue
               ,
               are
               not
               so
               polite
               ,
               so
               smooth
               ,
            
             
               So
               fine
               ,
               so
               quaint
               ,
               so
               fraught
               with
               Eloquence
               ,
            
             
               As
               yours
               are
               ,
               yet
               I
               do
               presume
               the
               sense
            
             
               Imports
               as
               much
               ,
               as
               if
               you
               had
               abus'd
            
             
               Your
               Parts
               ,
               and
               most
               injuriously
               accus'd
            
             
               A
               man
               ,
               who
               '
               spite
               of
               all
               your
               argument
               ,
               ,
            
             
               And
               pungent
               talk
               ;
               will
               still
               plead
               innocent
               .
            
             
               O
               that
               my
               words
               were
               keep
               't
               upon
               record
               !
            
             
               O
               that
               my
               God
               such
               favour
               would
               afford
               ,
            
             
               That
               what
               I
               speak
               in
               this
               my
               agony
               ,
            
             
               Might
               be
               transmitted
               to
               Posterity
               :
            
             
               
                 In
                 such
                 a
                 fair
                 ,
                 and
                 lasting
                 character
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 As
                 all
                 our
                 Edicts
                 ,
                 Laws
                 ,
                 and
                 Statutes
                 are
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Would
               they
               were
               graven
               with
               an
               
                 Iron
                 pen
              
               ,
               
            
             
               In
               Lead
               .
               or
               Brass
               ,
               that
               all
               the
               race
               of
               men
            
             
               Might
               still
               remember
               on
               this
               conference
               ,
            
             
               And
               see
               how
               firm
               I
               've
               stood
               to
               the
               defence
            
             
               
                 Of
                 my
                 ,
                 as
                 yet
                 ,
                 unspotted
                 innocence
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Nor
               would
               I
               have
               you
               think
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               that
               I
               
            
             
               Value
               my self
               on
               my
               integrity
               .
            
             
               Or
               boldly
               plead
               my
               innocence
               ,
               because
            
             
               I
               fall
               not
               under
               reach
               of
               
                 humane
                 Laws
              
               .
            
             
               Or
               that
               I
               did
               on
               Earth
               no
               tryal
               fear
               ,
            
             
               Because
               my
               Padlock't-sins
               did
               not
               appear
               ,
            
             
             
               By
               evidence
               expos'd
               to
               publick
               view
               ,
            
             
               But
               cunningly
               were
               all
               conceal'd
               from
               you
               .
            
             
               No
               ,
               God
               forbid
               that
               e'r
               I
               should
               assert
            
             
               My
               innocence
               i'th'least
               ,
               if
               in
               my
               heart
            
             
               By
               strictest
               search
               I
               found
               on
               record
               that
               ,
            
             
               Which
               my
               assertion
               might
               invalidat
               ,
            
             
               No
               ,
               no
               ,
               such
               practises
               I
               do
               detest
               ,
            
             
               I
               keep
               a
               constant
               Jury
               in
               my
               breast
               ,
            
             
               By
               which
               I
               'm
               hourly
               try'd
               ,
               no
               allegation
               ,
            
             
               No
               fain'd
               excuse
               no
               specious
               information
               ,
            
             
               No
               falshood
               ,
               no
               corrupted
               evidence
               ,
            
             
               In
               that
               impartial
               
                 Court
                 of
                 Conscience
              
               ,
            
             
               Will
               ever
               be
               receiv'd
               ,
               at
               any
               rate
               ,
            
             
               From
               this
               same
               Court
               I
               have
               certificat
            
             
               Of
               my
               pure
               innocence
               .
            
             
               
                 For
                 I
                 'm
                 perswaded
                 my
                 Redeemer
                 lives
                 ,
              
            
             
               I
               firmly
               do
               believe
               't
               is
               he
               that
               gives
            
             
               Assurance
               to
               all
               those
               ,
               whom
               he
               doth
               love
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               will
               interceed
               for
               them
               above
               .
            
             
               I
               know
               in
               him
               I
               have
               some
               interest
               ,
            
             
               And
               upon
               that
               security
               I
               rest
               .
            
             
               I
               know
               he
               will
               at
               last
               on
               Earth
               appear
               ,
            
             
               And
               make
               the
               sinful
               World
               quake
               for
               fear
            
             
               Of
               his
               approach
               ,
               when
               like
               a
               mighty
               king
               ,
            
             
               He
               shall
               i'
               th'
               Clouds
               appear
               ,
               and
               in
               a
               ring
            
             
               Oh
               
                 Heav'ns
                 great
                 Host
              
               stand
               circled
               all
               around
               ,
            
             
               Issue
               his
               Edicts
               ,
               and
               
                 by
                 Trumpet
                 sound
              
            
             
               Command
               both
               dead
               ,
               and
               living
               to
               appear
            
             
               In
               Judgement
               ,
               where
               each
               mortal
               thing
               may
               hear
            
             
               His
               just
               Procedure
               :
               there
               he
               will
               indite
            
             
               Him
               ,
               whom
               you
               call
               
                 the
                 cunning
                 Hypocrite
              
               ,
            
             
               As
               well
               as
               th'
               
                 open
                 sinner
              
               ,
               him
               he
               will
            
             
               Find
               guilty
               ,
               and
               condemn
               for
               all
               his
               skill
               ;
            
             
               If
               I
               be
               such
               then
               ,
               as
               you
               'd
               have
               me
               be
               ,
            
             
               In
               that
               great
               day
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               you
               'll
               clearly
               see
               ,
            
             
               What
               shall
               become
               of
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               after
               this
               my
               Body
               Worms
               have
               eat
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               with
               their
               substance
               't
               is
               incorporat
               :
            
             
               After
               my
               Bones
               are
               squandred
               in
               the
               Ground
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               my
               Flesh
               no
               vestige
               can
               be
               found
               :
            
             
               
                 My
                 Scull
              
               ,
               my
               Arms
               ,
               and
               Thigh-bones
               ,
               thrown
               aloft
               ,
            
             
               By
               th'
               Shovel
               of
               the
               Grave-maker
               as
               oft
               ,
            
             
               As
               for
               new
               Guests
               ,
               new
               Rooms
               he
               doth
               provide
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               Earth
               my
               Corps
               are
               putrifi'd
               :
            
             
               After
               my
               Dust
               about
               the
               Grave
               is
               roll'd
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               in
               the
               Flesh
               I
               shall
               my
               God
               behold
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Yes
               with
               these
               eyes
               ,
               
                 these
                 individual
                 eyes
              
               ,
               
            
             
               With
               which
               ,
               I
               now
               behold
               these
               
                 glorious
                 Skies
              
               ;
            
             
               I
               then
               shall
               see
               ,
               that
               
                 glorious
                 Architect
              
               ,
            
             
               Who
               for
               his
               glory
               ,
               did
               the
               Heavens
               Erect
               .
            
             
               For
               though
               some
               think
               our
               Bodies
               made
               of
               Clay
               ,
            
             
               Which
               crumble
               in
               the
               Grave
               ,
               on
               
                 rising
                 day
              
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               not
               stand
               up
               ;
               but
               some
               of
               thinnest
               Air
            
             
               Compos'd
               shall
               in
               their
               place
               that
               day
               appear
               .
            
             
             
               Yet
               I
               'm
               convinc'd
               that
               this
               numerical
               ,
            
             
               This
               Earthly
               Body
               ,
               this
               organical
            
             
               Composure
               which
               we
               here
               a
               Body
               name
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               on
               that
               day
               appear
               the
               very
               same
               .
            
             
               Only
               as
               Earth
               when
               vitrify'd
               ,
               is
               still
            
             
               But
               Earth
               ,
               though
               richly
               polish'd
               by
               the
               skill
            
             
               Of
               knowing
               Artists
               :
               so
               this
               peice
               of
               Clay
            
             
               Shall
               be
               refin'd
               ,
               and
               at
               
                 appearance
                 day
              
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               with
               such
               beauty
               ,
               grace
               ,
               and
               glory
               shine
               ,
            
             
               As
               God
               thinks
               proper
               for
               the
               grand
               design
            
             
               Of
               its
               perpetual
               true
               Felicity
               ,
            
             
               Which
               join'd
               with
               Soul
               ,
               in
               heavenly
               harmony
               ,
            
             
               It
               shall
               enjoy
               :
               impassible
               of
               all
            
             
               Those
               thwarting
               ills
               ,
               
                 which
                 here
                 we
                 troubles
                 call
              
               .
            
             
               Then
               in
               this
               Body
               ,
               with
               those
               very
               eyes
            
             
               I
               shall
               perceive
               him
               ,
               with
               none
               else
               ,
               but
               these
            
             
               I
               shall
               behold
               
                 my
                 Saviour
              
               :
               I
               believe
            
             
               Firmly
               ,
               that
               
                 in
                 the
                 Flesh
              
               I
               shall
               perceive
            
             
               My
               
                 bless'd
                 Redeemer
              
               :
               though
               my
               very
               Reins
            
             
               Are
               shrunk
               within
               my
               Back
               ,
               and
               all
               my
               Veins
            
             
               Choak'd
               up
               with
               stagnant
               ,
               and
               corrupted
               Blood
               ,
            
             
               Are
               now
               like
               Ditches
               full
               of
               Dirt
               ,
               and
               Mud.
            
             
               Although
               my
               moisture
               is
               all
               spent
               and
               gone
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               am
               nothing
               now
               but
               skin
               ,
               and
               bone
               :
            
             
               Though
               I
               all
               humane
               shape
               ,
               and
               form
               have
               lost
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               eyes
               of
               all
               more
               like
               a
               Ghost
               ,
            
             
               Then
               like
               a
               living
               man
               I
               do
               appear
               ,
            
             
               And
               no
               man
               will
               come
               nigh
               me
               now
               ,
               for
               fear
            
             
               Of
               my
               contagious
               breath
               :
               yet
               after
               all
               ,
            
             
               This
               bodie
               ,
               this
               same
               individual
            
             
               And
               putrid
               bodie
               shall
               again
               revive
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               again
               ,
               as
               formerly
               shall
               live
               ,
            
             
               And
               my
               Redeemer
               with
               those
               verie
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               I
               clearlie
               shall
               behold
               ,
               when
               from
               the
               skies
            
             
               He
               shall
               descend
               to
               judge
               the
               Quick
               ,
               and
               Dead
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               those
               verie
               eyes
               I
               then
               shall
               read
            
             
               
                 The
                 Journals
                 of
                 his
                 Actings
              
               :
               then
               I
               shall
            
             
               Before
               my
               Heavenlie
               Judge
               convince
               you
               all
            
             
               I
               am
               no
               Hipocrite
               ;
               as
               you
               assert
               ,
            
             
               But
               innocent
               ,
               and
               upright
               in
               my
               heart
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               O
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               why
               do
               you
               persecute
               
            
             
               A
               poor
               man
               thus
               ?
               why
               do
               ye
               contribute
            
             
               All
               your
               endeavours
               ,
               why
               is
               all
               your
               wit
            
             
               Employ'd
               to
               prove
               that
               I
               am
               Hypocrite
               ?
            
             
               Ah
               why
               so
               cruel
               ,
               why
               so
               inhumane
            
             
               As
               still
               to
               doubt
               me
               ,
               still
               to
               entertain
            
             
               Bad
               thoughts
               of
               me
               :
               although
               you
               clearlie
               see
            
             
               (
               What
               e're
               my
               faults
               ,
               and
               outward
               failings
               be
               ,
               )
            
             
               Yet
               God
               to
               me
               some
               kindness
               doth
               impart
               ,
            
             
               And
               his
               true
               Grace
               is
               rooted
               in
               my
               heart
               .
            
             
               Then
               ,
               if
               for
               my
               sake
               you
               will
               not
               forbear
            
             
               By
               strength
               of
               argument
               to
               make
               appear
            
             
               That
               I
               am
               guilty
               :
               be
               at
               least
               so
               kind
            
             
               To
               your
               own
               selves
               :
               as
               though
               you
               in
               your
               mind
            
             
               Suppose
               I
               am
               such
               ,
               yet
               to
               hold
               your
               peace
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               not
               so
               smartlie
               tell
               me
               in
               my
               face
            
             
               That
               I
               am
               of
               the
               number
               of
               those
               men
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               God
               doth
               hate
               :
               when
               you
               perceive
               how
               plain
            
             
               And
               evident
               appears
               from
               what
               I
               speak
               ,
            
             
               (
               Although
               my
               body
               be
               consum'd
               ,
               and
               weak
               )
            
             
               Yet
               is
               my
               living
               Soul
               inspir'd
               with
               faith
               ,
            
             
               With
               which
               supported
               ,
               never
               while
               I
               breath
            
             
               Shall
               you
               evince
               by
               all
               your
               wit
               ,
               and
               art
            
             
               That
               I
               'm
               an
               Out-side
               saint
               ,
               but
               in
               my
               heart
            
             
               A
               rotten
               Sinner
               :
               truth
               you
               should
               be
               blam'd
            
             
               For
               this
               Discourse
               ,
               indeed
               I
               am
               asham'd
            
             
               To
               see
               wise
               men
               so
               over-reach'd
               with
               passion
               ,
            
             
               In
               words
               out
               run
               their
               reason
               in
               this
               fashion
               -
            
          
           
             
               Now
               to
               conclude
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               I
               would
               advise
               
            
             
               You
               all
               hereafter
               to
               become
               more
               wise
               ,
            
             
               Than
               of
               your
               parts
               to
               be
               so
               proud
               ,
               and
               vain
               ,
            
             
               As
               thus
               t'
               insult
               on
               poor
               afflicted
               men
               .
            
             
               As
               thus
               to
               stretch
               your
               argument
               so
               far
               ,
            
             
               Thus
               to
               conclude
               that
               none
               afflicted
               are
               ,
            
             
               But
               those
               who
               've
               sinn'd
               ,
               a
               Principle
               indeed
            
             
               Of
               dangerous
               import
               :
               pray
               my
               friends
               take
               heed
               ,
            
             
               How
               ye
               give
               Judgment
               i'
               th'
               afflicteds
               case
               ,
            
             
               How
               ye
               pronounce
               them
               guilty
               :
               for
               alace
            
             
               Why
               should
               you
               thus
               presume
               ,
               why
               should
               you
               dare
            
             
               T'
               affirm
               what
               God
               himself
               doth
               not
               declare
               :
            
             
               For
               he
               has
               never
               yet
               declar'd
               that
               all
               ,
            
             
               Those
               men
               who
               in
               afflictions
               Quag-mire
               fall
            
             
               Are
               meerlie
               sinners
               :
               or
               that
               sorrows
               are
            
             
               Still
               signs
               of
               Gods
               Displeasure
               ,
               pray
               be'ware
            
             
               How
               you
               affirm
               this
               :
               for
               you
               may
               incense
            
             
               Gods
               wrath
               by
               such
               your
               sawcy
               Eloquence
               :
            
             
               And
               what
               you
               all
               so
               often
               do
               repeat
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               be
               the
               wretch'd
               and
               miserable
               state
            
             
               O'
               th'
               wicked
               in
               this
               world
               ;
               if
               you
               persist
            
             
               In
               these
               opinions
               ,
               argue
               ,
               as
               you
               list
               ,
            
             
               I
               fear
               shall
               be
               your
               own
               :
               for
               you
               provock
            
             
               Your
               God
               to
               wrath
               ,
               and
               openly
               do
               mock
            
             
               His
               Providence
               ,
               and
               inwardly
               displease
            
             
               Your
               Maker
               by
               such
               Arguments
               as
               these
               :
            
             
               But
               when
               your
               prosp'rous
               daies
               are
               vanished
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               your
               Judgments
               you
               your
               sins
               do
               read
               ,
            
             
               When
               your
               high
               pride
               is
               level'd
               with
               the
               dust
               ,
            
             
               '
               Then
               you
               will
               clearly
               see
               that
               God
               is
               just
               .
            
             
               Pray
               then
               forbear
               ,
               for
               Heav'ns
               sake
               pray
               forbear
            
             
               This
               foolish
               arguing
               :
               let
               me
               no
               more
               hear
            
             
               Those
               vain
               Debates
               ,
               but
               if
               you
               do
               intend
            
             
               To
               comfort
               me
               ,
               beseech
               you
               put
               an
               end
            
             
               To
               this
               Discourse
               ,
               and
               plainly
               let
               me
               know
            
             
               Whether
               you
               be
               my
               real
               friends
               or
               no.
            
             
               For
               ,
               if
               you
               be
               ,
               seeing
               how
               I
               abhorr
               ,
            
             
               This
               trifling
               talk
               ,
               you
               'l
               argue
               so
               no
               more
               ,
            
             
               And
               if
               you
               be
               not
               ,
               pray
               you
               then
               begone
               ,
            
             
               And
               leave
               me
               here
               rather
               to
               die
               alone
               ,
            
             
               Than
               a
               sad
               life
               in
               such
               a
               converse
               lead
               ,
            
             
               As
               all
               my
               other
               sorrows
               doth
               exceed
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             Cap.
             XX.
             
          
           
             
               AS
               one
               at
               Bar
               is
               to
               be
               pitied
               ,
            
             
               Who
               having
               well
               and
               eloquently
               plead
               
            
             
               His
               innocence
               ,
               and
               made
               the
               same
               appear
            
             
               By
               evidence
               ,
               as
               Sun
               at
               noon-tide
               ,
               clear
               :
            
             
               Yet
               after
               all
               ,
               let
               him
               do
               what
               he
               can
               ,
            
             
               This
               friendlesse
               Creature
               ,
               this
               unhappy
               man
            
             
               Must
               be
               condemn'd
               :
               he
               must
               to
               Gibbit
               go
               ,
            
             
               Because
               the
               partial
               Judge
               will
               have
               it
               so
               .
            
             
               This
               is
               this
               good-mans
               case
               :
               for
               all
               this
               time
               ,
            
             
               As
               one
               Arraign'd
               for
               an
               atrocious
               Crime
               ,
            
             
               He
               has
               by
               force
               of
               reason
               laboured
            
             
               To
               purge
               himself
               ,
               and
               for
               that
               end
               has
               made
            
             
               Ample
               confession
               of
               his
               Faith
               ,
               yet
               all
            
             
               These
               reasons
               cannot
               with
               his
               friends
               prevail
               ,
            
             
               They
               still
               esteem
               him
               guilty
               ,
               and
               maintain
            
             
               (
               However
               of
               injustice
               he
               complain
               )
            
             
               That
               he
               had
               grossely
               in
               his
               life
               provok't
            
             
               His
               God
               to
               wrath
               ,
               though
               cunningly
               he
               cloak't
            
             
               His
               murdred
               sins
               ,
               with
               such
               a
               specious
               vail
            
             
               Of
               Piety
               ,
               and
               World-deceiving
               zeal
               ,
            
             
               He
               closely
               kep't
               those
               murmuring
               faults
               conceal'd
               ,
            
             
               From
               sight
               of
               men
               ,
               yet
               now
               they
               were
               reveal'd
               .
            
             
               For
               God
               at
               length
               had
               heard
               their
               shameful
               cry
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               his
               punishment
               did
               testify
               ,
            
             
               How
               much
               he
               did
               abhor
               hypocrisie
               .
            
             
               Let
               us
               observe
               then
               here
               with
               how
               great
               heat
               ,
            
             
               Zophar
               the
               words
               doth
               faithfully
               repeat
               ,
            
             
               Which
               Eliphaz
               himself
               ,
               and
               Bildad
               too
            
             
               Had
               spoke
               already
               ,
               yet
               this
               wise
               man
               now
               ,
            
             
               In
               his
               old
               strain
               will
               lisp
               them
               out
               once
               more
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               they
               never
               had
               been
               spoke
               before
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               first
               ,
               says
               he
               ,
               fame
               to
               our
               ears
               did
               bring
               
            
             
               The
               dismal
               news
               of
               thy
               sad
               suffering
               ,
            
             
               When
               of
               thy
               many
               losses
               we
               did
               hear
               ,
            
             
               No
               men
               could
               be
               more
               troubled
               then
               we
               were
               :
            
             
               We
               did
               thy
               griefs
               as
               heavilie
               bemoan
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               thy
               losses
               had
               been
               all
               our
               own
               :
            
             
               Nor
               could
               we
               in
               our
               troubled
               minds
               have
               peace
               ,
            
             
               When
               men
               inform'd
               us
               of
               thy
               woful
               case
               ,
            
             
               Until
               we
               see
               thy self
               ,
               and
               so
               forsook
            
             
               All
               that
               was
               dear
               to
               us
               ,
               and
               undertook
            
             
               A
               tedious
               journey
               to
               this
               place
               ,
               that
               so
            
             
               We
               might
               perform
               ,
               what
               every
               man
               doth
               owe
            
             
               To
               real
               friendship
               :
               that
               we
               might
               condole
            
             
               Thy
               sufferings
               ,
               and
               from
               our
               very
               soul
            
             
               Lament
               with
               thee
               ,
               as
               one
               ,
               for
               whom
               we
               still
            
             
               Bore
               great
               respect
               (
               think
               of
               us
               what
               thou
               will
               )
            
             
             
               Therefore
               with
               more
               then
               ordinary
               speed
               ,
            
             
               We
               hasted
               hither
               ,
               not
               that
               we
               might
               feed
            
             
               Our
               eyes
               with
               such
               a
               woful
               spectacle
               ,
            
             
               As
               now
               alace
               we
               do
               behold
               ,
               or
               fill
            
             
               The
               appetites
               of
               envy
               ,
               and
               revenge
               ,
            
             
               With
               observations
               on
               so
               sad
               a
               change
               .
            
             
               No
               we
               come
               hither
               only
               to
               declare
               ,
            
             
               That
               as
               thy
               friends
               we
               mean't
               to
               bear
               a
               share
            
             
               In
               thy
               afflictions
               ,
               and
               so
               thou
               didst
               see
               ,
            
             
               Seven
               days
               we
               sat
               in
               complaisance
               with
               thee
               ,
            
             
               With
               Garments
               rent
               ,
               and
               ashes
               on
               our
               Head
               ,
            
             
               Not
               speaking
               word
               more
               then
               we
               had
               been
               dead
               .
            
             
               We
               beat
               our
               breasts
               ,
               we
               bow'd
               ,
               we
               sigh'd
               ,
               and
               weep't
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               thy
               sorrows
               a
               true
               cadence
               kep't
               .
            
             
               We
               had
               resolv'd
               on
               silence
               .
            
             
               But
               when
               we
               heard
               thee
               with
               great
               violence
               ,
            
             
               Exclaim
               against
               the
               works
               of
               Providence
               :
            
             
               When
               we
               did
               hear
               thee
               bitterly
               arraign
            
             
               The
               Justice
               of
               our
               God
               once
               ,
               and
               again
               ;
            
             
               When
               with
               great
               fury
               thou
               didst
               execrat
            
             
               The
               hour
               ,
               that
               gave
               thee
               Birth
               ,
               and
               with
               such
               heat
            
             
               Pursue
               thy
               foolish
               wishes
               ;
               as
               if
               he
               ,
            
             
               Who
               out
               of
               meanest
               Dust
               Created
               thee
               ,
            
             
               Who
               By
               his
               powerful
               Breath
               did
               make
               thee
               live
               ,
            
             
               Who
               did
               to
               thee
               ,
               wealth
               ,
               honours
               ,
               issue
               give
               ,
            
             
               Were
               still
               oblig'd
               to
               keep
               thee
               in
               that
               state
               ,
            
             
               And
               had
               no
               freedom
               to
               eradicate
            
             
               Thee
               ,
               and
               thy
               race
               ,
               as
               well
               ,
               as
               other
               men
               ,
            
             
               Who
               surely
               ,
               (
               were
               it
               lawful
               to
               complain
               )
            
             
               Could
               in
               as
               sad
               ,
               and
               mournful
               tone
               declare
               ,
            
             
               How
               they
               did
               once
               live
               ,
               and
               what
               now
               they
               are
               .
            
             
               When
               we
               did
               hear
               thee
               ,
               with
               such
               impudence
               ,
            
             
               At
               all
               occasions
               plead
               thy
               innocence
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               our
               God
               had
               been
               unjust
               ,
               indeed
            
             
               We
               might
               ha'
               fear'd
               to
               ha'
               been
               punished
            
             
               As
               well
               as
               thou
               ,
               if
               we
               had
               held
               our
               peace
               ,
            
             
               And
               not
               maintain'd
               his
               Justice
               in
               the
               case
               .
            
             
               For
               who
               I
               pray
               could
               such
               discourses
               hear
               ,
            
             
               And
               after
               all
               from
               answering
               forbear
               ?
            
             
               On
               this
               account
               we
               've
               spoke
               ,
               and
               spoke
               again
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               the
               love
               we
               bear
               to
               thee
               ,
               would
               fain
            
             
               Reclaim
               thee
               from
               thy
               errors
               ,
               but
               alace
            
             
               I
               fear
               't
               is
               all
               in
               vain
               :
               we
               do
               expresse
            
             
               Our selves
               ,
               as
               men
               ,
               that
               really
               do
               fear
            
             
               Their
               God
               ,
               in
               all
               our
               words
               ,
               and
               do
               appear
            
             
               To
               be
               thy
               friends
               ,
               but
               hitherto
               we
               see
            
             
               There
               's
               no
               convincing
               such
               a
               man
               ,
               as
               thee
               .
            
             
               For
               it
               appears
               that
               thou
               art
               obstinate
            
             
               In
               error
               ,
               and
               
                 with
                 all
                 thy
                 soul
                 dost
                 hate
              
            
             
               
                 To
                 be
                 reformed
              
               :
               esteeming
               none
               thy
               friend
               ,
            
             
               Who
               in
               discourse
               will
               be
               so
               free
               ,
               and
               kind
               ,
            
             
               As
               tell
               thee
               of
               thy
               faults
               ,
               and
               let
               thee
               see
               ,
            
             
               How
               many
               men
               have
               been
               as
               well
               as
               thee
            
             
               Oppress'd
               in
               spirit
               ,
               and
               in
               body
               too
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               yet
               have
               never
               kep't
               so
               much
               adoe
               ,
            
             
               As
               thou
               hast
               done
               in
               all
               their
               sufferings
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               us'd
               so
               many
               sinful
               murmurings
            
             
               Against
               their
               Maker
               :
               not
               to
               speak
               of
               us
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               friends
               ,
               whom
               thou
               dost
               openly
               abuse
               .
            
             
               For
               I
               've
               observ'd
               ,
               friend
               ,
               that
               when
               Eliphaz
            
             
               Did
               learn'dly
               speak
               ,
               thou
               told
               him
               ,
               in
               his
               face
               ,
            
             
               He
               did
               not
               understand
               so
               much
               as
               thou
            
             
               Did
               know
               of
               Gods
               great
               works
               :
               when
               Bildad
               too
            
             
               Express'd
               his
               mind
               
                 in
                 golden
                 Eloquence
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               truly
               spoke
               ,
               with
               as
               much
               deference
            
             
               To
               thy
               condition
               ,
               as
               men
               did
               of
               late
               ,
            
             
               When
               thou
               didst
               triumph
               in
               thy
               prosprous
               state
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               said
               his
               tale
               had
               formerly
               been
               told
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               so
               on
               what
               he
               spoke
               ,
               thou
               laid
               no
               hold
               ,
            
             
               For
               he
               knew
               nothing
               ,
               but
               
                 to
                 rail
                 ,
                 and
                 scold
              
               .
            
             
               
                 As
                 for
                 my self
              
               ,
               however
               I
               did
               speak
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               told
               me
               
                 all
                 my
                 arguments
                 were
                 weak
              
               .
            
             
               For
               my
               part
               therefore
               ,
               seing
               't
               was
               in
               vain
            
             
               To
               speak
               ,
               I
               was
               resolved
               to
               abstain
            
             
               From
               further
               talking
               ,
               but
               that
               now
               I
               see
            
             
               Thou'
               rt
               pleas'd
               of
               late
               forsooth
               to
               challenge
               me
               ,
            
             
               As
               one
               who
               has
               injur'd
               thee
               ,
               hence
               I
               find
            
             
               My self
               oblig'd
               again
               to
               speak
               my
               mind
               .
            
             
               My
               thoughts
               are
               numerous
               ,
               and
               my
               brimful
               heart
            
             
               Will
               burst
               ,
               if
               I
               the
               same
               do
               not
               impart
               ,
            
             
               In
               words
               ,
               for
               which
               
                 those
                 numerous
                 thoughts
                 do
                 call
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               therefore
               I
               'm
               constrain'd
               to
               utter
               all
            
             
               I
               think
               with
               freedom
               ,
               and
               I
               must
               make
               haste
            
             
               To
               speak
               too
               ,
               
                 for
                 this
                 speech
                 shall
                 be
                 the
                 last
              
            
             
               
                 That
                 I
                 shall
                 use
                 to
                 thee
                 :
              
               hear
               me
               and
               then
            
             
               Thou
               shalt
               have
               no
               more
               reason
               to
               complain
            
             
               Of
               my
               discourse
               ;
               let
               thy
               two
               other
               friends
               ,
            
             
               (
               As
               they
               most
               learn'dly
               can
               expresse
               their
               minds
               )
            
             
               Continue
               to
               expostulate
               with
               thee
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               shalt
               hear
               no
               more
               arguing
               from
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               Allow
               me
               then
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               to
               vindicat
               
            
             
               My self
               from
               
                 those
                 aspersions
              
               of
               late
            
             
               Thou'
               rt
               pleas'd
               to
               throw
               upon
               me
               :
               for
               I
               'm
               touch'd
               ,
            
             
               To
               hear
               my self
               so
               frequently
               reproach'd
               ,
            
             
               Even
               in
               my
               face
               :
               what
               man
               will
               be
               so
               us'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               hold
               his
               peace
               ,
               I
               must
               then
               be
               excus'd
               ,
            
             
               If
               I
               make
               answer
               to
               thy
               
                 late
                 Oration
              
               ,
            
             
               Reflecting
               so
               much
               on
               
                 my
                 reputation
              
               .
            
             
               Why
               then
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               were
               I
               as
               much
               
                 a
                 slave
              
            
             
               
                 To
                 passion
              
               ,
               as
               alace
               I
               do
               perceive
            
             
               Thou
               art
               :
               should
               I
               give
               vent
               to
               wrath
               as
               thou
            
             
               Hast
               all
               this
               time
               done
               ,
               without
               more
               adoe
               ,
            
             
               I
               'd
               fall
               a
               railing
               on
               thee
               ,
               all
               my
               words
            
             
               Should
               be
               like
               
                 pointed
                 knives
                 ,
                 or
                 shearing
                 swords
                 ,
              
            
             
               My
               Tongue
               I
               'd
               with
               such
               acrimony
               whet
               ,
            
             
               Stare
               with
               my
               Eyes
               ,
               and
               in
               such
               order
               set
            
             
               My
               Teeth
               against
               thee
               ,
               and
               with
               
                 clutched
                 Fist
              
               ,
            
             
               (
               Whilst
               in
               my
               burning
               fury
               I
               persist
               )
            
             
             
               To
               menace
               thee
               so
               thunder
               out
               my
               wrath
            
             
               As
               should
               make
               thee
               ,
               I
               doubt
               wish
               more
               for
               Death
            
             
               Than
               yet
               th'
               hast
               done
               :
               I
               'd
               so
               belabour
               thee
            
             
               With
               
                 whips
                 of
                 speech
              
               as
               thou
               shouldst
               quicklie
               see
            
             
               Thy
               foolish
               error
               in
               provoking
               me
               .
            
             
               I
               would
               so
               threaten
               terror
               ,
               and
               revenge
            
             
               As
               I
               suppose
               ,
               would
               make
               thy
               colours
               change
            
             
               For
               all
               thy
               courage
               :
               I
               'd
               so
               tartly
               speak
               ,
            
             
               As
               would
               make
               all
               thy
               joints
               and
               sinews
               quake
               .
            
             
               But
               God
               forbid
               that
               I
               should
               be
               so
               mad
               ,
            
             
               As
               to
               practise
               such
               an
               unlawful
               trade
               :
            
             
               That
               I
               should
               to
               my
               passion
               give
               such
               vent
               ,
            
             
               Of
               which
               hereafter
               I
               'd
               no
               doubt
               repent
               :
            
             
               No
               ,
               my
               good
               friend
               ,
               indeed
               thou
               dost
               mistake
            
             
               If
               thou
               believe
               that
               yet
               I
               am
               so
               weak
               :
            
             
               No
               ,
               thou
               shalt
               hear
               me
               ,
               with
               great
               calmness
               speak
               .
            
             
               For
               since
               thou
               hast
               reproach'd
               me
               to
               my
               face
               ,
            
             
               I
               cannot
               sure
               
                 in
                 honour
              
               ,
               hold
               my
               peace
               ,
            
             
               But
               must
               make
               answer
               to
               what
               thou
               hast
               said
               ,
            
             
               Though
               after
               all
               indeed
               I
               am
               afraid
            
             
               I
               'le
               have
               not
               better
               success
               than
               before
               ,
            
             
               Only
               since
               I
               intend
               to
               speak
               no
               more
               ,
            
             
               Hear
               me
               but
               for
               some
               time
               with
               patience
               ,
            
             
               And
               then
               descant
               upon
               thy
               innocence
               ,
            
             
               Even
               as
               thou
               wilt
               ;
               for
               seriouslie
               I
               shall
            
             
               In
               
                 a
                 few
                 mild
                 Expressions
              
               ,
               sum
               up
               all
            
             
               What
               I
               intend
               to
               speak
               :
               so
               I
               have
               done
            
             
               
                 And
                 then
                 if
                 thou
                 think'st
                 fit
                 ,
                 I
                 shall
                 be
                 gone
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               I
               doubt
               not
               ,
               friend
               ,
               but
               thou
               art
               fully
               read
               
            
             
               
                 In
                 Naturals
              
               ,
               and
               hast
               much
               laboured
            
             
               To
               know
               the
               real
               true
               Origination
               ,
            
             
               Of
               all
               the
               glorious
               work
               of
               the
               Creation
               .
            
             
               I
               also
               know
               by
               reading
               History
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               hast
               great
               knowledge
               of
               antiquity
               ;
            
             
               Whence
               I
               conclude
               sure
               thou
               dost
               understand
               ,
            
             
               How
               that
               ,
               since
               with
               a
               high
               and
               mighty
               hand
               ,
            
             
               The
               King
               of
               Heavens
               did
               first
               the
               Earth
               Create
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               its
               full
               possession
               enstate
            
             
               That
               ungrate
               thing
               call'd
               Man.
               —
            
          
           
             
               Since
               that
               time
               sure
               ,
               thou
               can'st
               not
               chuse
               but
               know
               
            
             
               How
               God
               Almighty
               brings
               the
               wicked
               low
               .
            
             
               For
               that
               accursed
               man
               ,
               who
               doth
               despise
            
             
               His
               great
               Creator
               ,
               though
               in
               wealth
               he
               rise
            
             
               Above
               his
               neighbours
               ,
               and
               
                 in
                 honours
                 sphere
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 A
                 Star
                 o'
                 th'
                 greatest
                 magnitude
                 appear
                 .
              
            
             
               Though
               like
               
                 a
                 tall
                 Oak
              
               ,
               he
               doth
               overtop
               ,
            
             
               
                 The
                 lower
                 shrubs
                 o'
                 th'
                 World
              
               ,
               and
               in
               his
               hope
               ,
            
             
               Devours
               whole
               Kingdoms
               ,
               Cities
               ,
               Common-weals
               ,
            
             
               States
               ,
               Empires
               ,
               Districts
               ,
               or
               what
               ever
               else
               ,
            
             
               May
               bring
               him
               profit
               ,
               honour
               ,
               and
               delite
               ,
            
             
               And
               answer
               his
               
                 voracious
                 appetite
              
               ;
            
             
               Although
               he
               triumphs
               in
               the
               spoiles
               of
               those
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               riches
               only
               make
               great
               men
               their
               foes
               ,
            
             
               And
               seizes
               on
               all
               that
               unhappy
               ground
               ,
            
             
             
               (
               Belong
               to
               whom
               it
               will
               )
               where
               can
               be
               found
            
             
               
                 That
                 Idol
                 of
                 the
                 World
                 ,
                 which
                 men
                 call
                 Gold
                 :
              
            
             
               To
               purchase
               which
               ,
               that
               Creature
               will
               make
               bold
               ,
            
             
               To
               swim
               through
               
                 seas
                 of
                 blood
              
               ,
               and
               venture
               all
               ,
            
             
               For
               what
               
                 wars
                 ,
                 Nerves
                 ,
                 and
                 Sinews
                 he
                 doth
                 call
                 .
              
            
             
               Yet
               are
               his
               triumphs
               all
               but
               empty
               shows
            
             
               And
               all
               his
               bloody
               purchases
               (
               God
               knows
               )
            
             
               Of
               which
               that
               Heavens-contemning
               fool
               doth
               boast
            
             
               Are
               scarce
               well
               setled
               ,
               when
               they
               're
               wholly
               lost
               .
            
             
               His
               joys
               do
               only
               for
               a
               moment
               last
               ,
            
             
               And
               when
               his
               glorious
               days
               are
               overpast
               ,
            
             
               And
               troubles
               to
               his
               former
               joys
               succeed
               ,
            
             
               What
               miserable
               life
               shall
               that
               man
               lead
               ?
            
             
               Each
               moment
               haunted
               by
               the
               memory
               ,
            
             
               Of
               his
               few
               years
               spent
               in
               prosperity
               ,
            
             
               Which
               galls
               him
               more
               then
               he
               had
               never
               seen
            
             
               
                 Those
                 whiffling
                 days
              
               ;
               nor
               in
               his
               life
               had
               been
            
             
               Above
               the
               rank
               of
               those
               ,
               who
               meanly
               beg
               ,
            
             
               Along
               the
               high
               ways
               ,
               and
               will
               make
               a
               leg
               ,
            
             
               For
               a
               poor
               farthing
               ,
               for
               its
               own'd
               by
               all
            
             
               That
               he
               ,
               who
               for
               his
               pride
               of
               old
               did
               fall
            
             
               From
               that
               great
               share
               of
               heavenly
               happinesse
               ,
            
             
               Which
               ,
               whilst
               he
               fear'd
               his
               God
               ,
               he
               did
               possesse
               ,
            
             
               Is
               now
               more
               tortur
               ▪
               d
               by
               the
               memory
               ,
            
             
               Of
               his
               so
               poorly
               lo●t
               felicity
               ,
            
             
               Then
               he
               had
               ne'r
               those
               
                 higher
                 Regions
                 known
              
               ,
            
             
               Or
               seen
               the
               splendour
               of
               the
               heavenly
               Throne
               ,
            
             
               But
               had
               been
               still
               in
               horrid
               darknesse
               bred
               ,
            
             
               And
               from
               his
               first
               Creation
               Bill●ted
               ,
            
             
               I'
               th'
               Bowels
               of
               the
               Earth
               ,
               where
               ,
               for
               his
               pride
               ,
            
             
               He
               's
               now
               condemn'd
               for
               ever
               to
               reside
               .
            
          
           
             
               That
               man
               I
               say
               ,
               then
               who
               doth
               God
               despise
               ▪
               
            
             
               Although
               in
               wealth
               ,
               and
               honour
               he
               Should
               rise
            
             
               Above
               all
               others
               ,
               and
               in
               hight
               of
               pride
               ,
            
             
               Should
               undervalue
               all
               the
               world
               beside
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               shall
               that
               man
               so
               high
               and
               excellent
               ,
               
            
             
               Be
               look'd
               upon
               but
               as
               the
               Excrement
            
             
               
                 Of
                 mankind
              
               :
               all
               his
               splendid
               acts
               shall
               dy
            
             
               
                 His
                 Fame
                 in
                 dark
                 oblivion
                 shall
                 ly
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Fetter'd
                 ,
                 and
                 speechlesse
                 ,
                 to
                 Eternity
                 .
              
            
             
               Those
               who
               have
               seen
               his
               flatt'rers
               to
               him
               bow
               ▪
            
             
               Shall
               then
               demand
               ,
               
                 where
                 is
                 this
                 gall●nt
                 now
              
               ?
            
          
           
             
               For
               he
               shall
               quickly
               vanish
               ,
               like
               a
               dream
               ,
               
            
             
               No
               Antiquary
               shall
               find
               out
               his
               name
               .
            
             
               That
               Meteor
               shall
               soon
               p●sse
               out
               of
               sight
               ,
            
             
               As
               doth
               an
               
                 Ignis
                 fatu●s
              
               in
               the
               night
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               eye
               which
               see
               
                 him
                 with
                 the
                 morning
                 rise
              
               ,
               
            
             
               Shall
               not
               perceive
               him
               ,
               
                 when
                 the
                 evening
                 skie
                 ▪
              
            
             
               
                 Approach
                 the
                 Earth
              
               :
               those
               glorious
               Palaces
               ,
            
             
               In
               which
               he
               thought
               he
               fully
               did
               possesse
            
             
               All
               that
               he
               could
               desire
               ,
               shall
               then
               appear
            
             
               
                 As
                 dreadful
                 monuments
              
               ,
               serving
               to
               declare
            
             
               What
               once
               he
               was
               ,
               
                 that
                 from
                 these
                 topicks
                 all
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 May
                 well
                 conclude
                 the
                 greatnesse
                 of
                 his
                 fall
                 ,
              
            
          
           
             
             
               Now
               after
               he
               is
               fall'n
               ,
               pray
               let
               us
               see
               ,
               
            
             
               What
               will
               the
               state
               of
               this
               poor
               Creature
               be
               ?
            
             
               It
               shall
               be
               low
               ,
               it
               shall
               be
               poor
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               
                 His
                 Children
                 shall
                 from
                 Beggars
                 beg
                 their
                 Bread
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 from
                 their
                 Fathers
                 Slaves
                 compassion
                 plead
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Then
               for
               his
               Person
               (
               pity
               him
               who
               will
               )
               
            
             
               He
               soon
               becomes
               
                 a
                 horrid
                 spectacle
              
               ,
            
             
               His
               Flesh
               is
               larded
               with
               his
               youthful
               sins
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               his
               vigrous
               years
               ,
               old
               age
               begins
            
             
               To
               seize
               upon
               him
               ,
               dreadful
               
                 fits
                 o'
                 th'
                 Stone
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Reliques
                 of
                 Pox
                 ,
                 and
                 pains
                 of
                 Gout
                 annon
                 ,
              
            
             
               Begin
               their
               work
               ,
               and
               take
               down
               piece
               ,
               by
               piece
               ,
            
             
               That
               
                 goodly
                 Fabrick
              
               ,
               which
               in
               former
               days
            
             
               Seem'd
               to
               enjoy
               a
               lease
               of
               many
               years
               :
            
             
               But
               now
               this
               stately
               Body
               soon
               appears
               .
            
             
               Like
               an
               old
               tottering
               weather-beaten
               house
               ,
            
             
               With
               windows
               crack'd
               ,
               and
               walls
               so
               ruinous
               ,
            
             
               As
               they
               can
               scarce
               support
               the
               falling
               roof
               ,
            
             
               So
               that
               the
               boldest
               Artist
               stands
               aloof
               ,
            
             
               And
               e'r
               he
               to
               repair
               it
               doth
               begin
               ,
            
             
               He
               props't
               without
               ,
               and
               standarts
               it
               within
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               '
               spite
               of
               those
               supporters
               ,
               after
               all
               ,
            
             
               This
               aged
               building
               to
               the
               ground
               doth
               fall
               .
            
             
               So
               this
               poor
               wretch
               now
               paralytick
               grown
               ,
            
             
               With
               
                 tottering
                 head
              
               ,
               and
               joynts
               all
               overflow'n
               ,
            
             
               With
               
                 Goutish
                 humours
                 ,
                 teeth
                 all
                 hanging
                 loose
              
            
             
               
                 Within
                 their
                 sockets
                 ,
              
               :
               a
               distilling
               Nose
               ,
            
             
               Eyes
               full
               of
               brackish
               liquor
               :
               shoulders
               stooping
               ,
            
             
               Under-lip
               in
               a
               constant
               spittle
               drooping
               :
            
             
               Lungs
               with
               a
               sharp
               ,
               and
               wasting
               cough
               oppress
               ▪
               t
               ,
            
             
               Which
               doth
               bereave
               him
               of
               his
               nightly
               rest
               ,
            
             
               Pump'd
               up
               the
               Wind-pipes
               ,
               with
               
                 a
                 raging
                 froath
              
               ,
            
             
               In
               lobs
               ,
               and
               parcels
               issuing
               from
               his
               mouth
               .
            
             
               
                 His
                 Skin
                 with
                 Boils
                 ,
                 and
                 Ulcers
                 diaper'd
                 ,
              
            
             
               (
               Of
               his
               lascivious
               sports
               the
               sad
               reward
               )
            
             
               His
               Stomach
               uselesse
               ,
               and
               his
               Bowels
               weary
            
             
               With
               th'
               torture
               of
               a
               constant
               disentery
               .
            
             
               His
               legs
               now
               rotting
               to
               the
               Bones
               apace
               ,
            
             
               In
               a
               consuming
               Eres●pelas
               .
            
             
               Som
               '
               
                 doz'n
                 issues
              
               ,
               in
               his
               Shoulders
               ,
               Arms
               ,
            
             
               And
               Neck
               appearing
               ,
               
                 like
                 so
                 many
                 Charms
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 spels
                 upon
                 his
                 Body
              
               :
               all
               
                 his
                 Veins
              
            
             
               Choak'd
               with
               a
               
                 s●●my
                 pituite
              
               ,
               his
               Reins
            
             
               
                 Buried
                 in
                 sand
              
               ,
               which
               squandring
               every
               where
               ,
            
             
               Along
               the
               Channels
               of
               each
               ureter
               ,
            
             
               Mix'd
               with
               some
               
                 rugged
                 peebles
              
               ,
               doth
               so
               stop
            
             
               Those
               Conduits
               in
               their
               Course
               ,
               that
               drop
               ,
               by
               drop
               ,
            
             
               The
               
                 damm'd
                 up
                 Urine
              
               issues
               with
               such
               pain
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               would
               rather
               wish
               he
               could
               retain
            
             
               It
               in
               his
               Body
               ,
               then
               thus
               let
               it
               go
               ,
            
             
               With
               such
               
                 infernal
                 agony
              
               ,
               although
            
             
               Barr'd
               in
               its
               Current
               ,
               it
               should
               upwards
               rise
               ,
            
             
               And
               force
               a
               passage
               at
               his
               very
               Eyes
               ,
            
             
               
                 Mouth
                 ,
                 Nose
              
               ,
               or
               Ears
               ,
               rather
               then
               tolerat
               ,
            
             
             
               His
               Vessels
               to
               be
               so
               excoriat
            
             
               With
               those
               sharp
               stones
               ,
               as
               from
               that
               narrow
               spout
               ,
            
             
               Moe
               
                 drops
                 of
                 blood
              
               than
               Urine
               issue
               out
               .
            
             
               With
               hands
               by
               drunken
               excesse
               in
               his
               youth
               ,
            
             
               So
               trembling
               ,
               that
               they
               scarce
               can
               to
               his
               mouth
            
             
               Convey
               his
               food
               :
               
                 such
                 swelings
                 in
                 his
                 feet
              
               ,
            
             
               As
               ,
               when
               in
               cut
               out
               Shooes
               he
               walks
               in
               Street
               ,
            
             
               Amongst
               the
               
                 busie
                 croud
              
               he
               dars
               not
               go
               ,
            
             
               Lest
               some
               perhaps
               might
               tread
               upon
               
                 his
                 toe
              
               .
            
             
               But
               with
               great
               leasure
               by
               shop-doors
               doth
               crawl
               ,
            
             
               Contemn'd
               ,
               abhorr'd
               ,
               and
               pointed
               at
               by
               all
               ;
            
             
               Where
               on
               he
               dwindles
               ▪
               in
               great
               wrath
               ,
               and
               chaff
               ,
            
             
               To
               see
               how
               now
               even
               Boyes
               do
               at
               him
               laugh
               ,
            
             
               Supported
               
                 by
                 the
                 buttresse
                 of
                 a
                 staff
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               This
               man
               ,
               I
               say
               ,
               in
               such
               a
               tottering
               state
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Means
               ,
               as
               well
               as
               Health
               evacuat
               ,
            
             
               Prop'd
               up
               by
               art
               may
               for
               some
               time
               subsist
               ,
            
             
               But
               let
               him
               use
               what
               Medicines
               ,
               he
               list
               ,
            
             
               
                 His
                 ruinous
                 mouldy
                 Carcasse
              
               ,
               after
               all
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               split
               ,
               and
               in
               the
               Grave
               ,
               
                 in
                 pieces
                 fall
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               it
               all
               
                 those
                 sad
                 effects
                 of
                 Lust
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               other
               pleasures
               shall
               ly
               down
               in
               Dust
               ,
            
             
               These
               only
               he
               shall
               carry
               with
               him
               hence
               ,
            
             
               
                 As
                 dismal
                 vouchers
                 ,
                 and
                 sad
                 evidence
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 days
                 ill
                 spent
                 ,
                 these
                 with
                 this
                 man
                 shall
                 dy
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 These
                 with
                 him
                 ,
                 under
                 the
                 cold
                 Turf
                 shall
                 ly
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Here
               ,
               here
               's
               the
               end
               of
               him
               ,
               who
               takes
               delite
               
            
             
               In
               acts
               of
               sin
               ,
               
                 whose
                 curious
                 appetite
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Feeds
                 upon
                 sin
                 ,
                 dress'd
                 up
                 with
                 sauce
                 of
                 youth
                 ,
              
            
             
               Which
               makes
               it
               taste
               like
               Hony
               in
               the
               mouth
               ▪
            
          
           
             
               Of
               him
               who
               takes
               such
               pleasure
               in
               his
               vice
               ,
               
            
             
               As
               he
               esteems
               himself
               in
               Paraclise
               ,
            
             
               When
               tumbling
               'mongst
               
                 the
                 downs
                 of
                 soft
                 delite
              
               ,
            
             
               In
               the
               embraces
               of
               some
               catamite
               ,
            
             
               Or
               some
               rank
               Whore
               :
               of
               the
               lewd
               man
               ,
               who
               swears
               ,
            
             
               
                 There
                 's
                 nothing
                 to
                 his
                 eye
                 so
                 fair
                 appears
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 As
                 those
                 fine
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 which
                 perpetually
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 preaching-fools
                 ,
                 with
                 violence
                 decry
                 ,
              
            
             
               Who
               hugs
               sin
               in
               his
               bosome
               ,
               clings
               about
               it
               ,
            
             
               Who
               cannot
               eat
               ,
               drink
               ,
               wake
               ,
               or
               sleep
               without
               it
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               thus
               shall
               end
               the
               man
               ,
               who
               in
               his
               youth
               ,
               
            
             
               As
               one
               keeps
               Sugar-tablet
               in
               his
               mouth
               ,
            
             
               And
               cause
               't
               is
               sweet
               ,
               he
               will
               not
               let
               it
               o
               ▪
               r
               ,
            
             
               Until
               it
               melt
               ,
               but
               sucks
               it
               more
               ,
               and
               more
               ▪
            
             
               With
               great
               delite
               :
               so
               sweetly
               sucks
               the
               juice
            
             
               Of
               sin
               ,
               as
               if
               it
               were
               his
               only
               choise
               .
            
             
               For
               as
               a
               poisoned
               morsel
               to
               the
               taste
               ,
            
             
               By
               art
               is
               rendred
               pleasant
               ,
               but
               at
               last
               ,
            
             
               When
               in
               the
               Stomach
               it
               begins
               to
               boile
               ,
            
             
               And
               throws
               
                 up
                 noisome
                 fumes
              
               like
               sealding
               Oyl
               ,
            
             
               Not
               Rhubarb
               ,
               gall
               of
               Asps
               ,
               or
               Hemlock
               root
               ,
            
             
               Can
               be
               more
               bitter
               :
               so
               beyond
               all
               doubt
            
             
               Sin
               ,
               when
               the
               pleasure
               of
               its
               act
               is
               gone
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               mans
               hot
               blood
               begins
               to
               cool
               anon
               .
            
             
               Becomes
               so
               bitter
               ,
               so
               severely
               tart
               ,
            
             
               As
               makes
               the
               poor
               deiuded
               sinners
               heart
               ,
            
             
               Sink
               in
               a
               sea
               of
               griefs
               ,
               and
               meanly
               faint
               ,
            
             
               At
               thoughts
               of
               sin
               :
               but
               O
               how
               few
               repent
               ,
            
             
               At
               these
               sad
               doings
               !
               O
               how
               few
               abstain
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               that
               sorrow
               ,
               all
               that
               grief
               ,
               and
               pain
               ,
            
             
               From
               shrewd
               repeating
               of
               those
               sins
               again
               .
            
          
           
             
               With
               the
               same
               pleasure
               he
               who
               swallows
               down
               ,
               
            
             
               Great
               quantity
               of
               worldly
               means
               ,
               assoon
            
             
               As
               he
               has
               got
               according
               to
               his
               mind
               ,
            
             
               His
               bargain
               's
               clos'd
               ,
               
                 the
                 writings
                 seal'd
                 ,
                 and
                 sign'd
                 ,
              
            
             
               The
               Evidents
               ,
               and
               Keys
               Delivered
               ,
            
             
               His
               Title
               fix't
               ,
               his
               Right
               ascertained
               ,
            
             
               Both
               of
               his
               Purchase
               ,
               and
               his
               Warrandice
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               his
               own
               convenience
               pay'd
               the
               price
               .
            
             
               So
               that
               he
               cannot
               fancy
               for
               his
               heart
               ,
            
             
               
                 Where
                 lyes
                 th'
                 encumbrance
                 on
                 which
                 Lawyers
                 art
              
            
             
               
                 Can
                 found
                 Eviction
              
               .
               —
            
             
               Then
               God
               ,
               in
               anger
               ,
               on
               this
               fool
               doth
               look
               ,
            
             
               And
               as
               one
               angles
               Fishes
               ,
               by
               a
               Hook
               ,
            
             
               So
               neatly
               busk'd
               ,
               and
               covered
               with
               a
               Fly
               ,
            
             
               As
               in
               the
               Water
               to
               a
               vulgar
               eye
               ,
            
             
               It
               appears
               real
               :
               so
               when
               wealth
               entices
               ,
            
             
               This
               cunning
               worldling
               ,
               by
               his
               own
               devices
               ,
            
             
               He
               's
               quickly
               catch'd
               ,
               and
               hook'd
               ,
               all
               he
               has
               got
               ,
            
             
               His
               Houses
               Mannours
               ,
               Treasures
               ,
               and
               what
               not
               ,
            
             
               Are
               quickly
               taken
               from
               him
               ,
               and
               amain
            
             
               He
               vomits
               all
               he
               swallowed
               ,
               up
               again
               .
            
          
           
             
               Like
               one
               that
               sucks
               the
               
                 poison
                 of
                 an
                 Asp
              
               ,
               
            
             
               Or
               Vipers
               Tongue
               ,
               who
               to
               his
               utmost
               gasp
               ,
            
             
               Continues
               
                 in
                 a
                 constant
                 vomiting
              
               ,
            
             
               So
               shall
               this
               Creature
               ,
               once
               so
               flourishing
               :
            
             
               By
               loss
               succeeding
               loss
               continually
               ,
            
             
               See
               himself
               strip't
               of
               all
               before
               he
               dy
               .
            
          
           
             
               Those
               great
               contentments
               which
               he
               did
               project
               
            
             
               In
               all
               his
               actings
               ,
               which
               he
               did
               expect
               ,
            
             
               As
               the
               reward
               of
               all
               his
               toile
               and
               pain
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               he
               would
               fancy
               in
               his
               idle
               brain
               ▪
            
             
               How
               in
               the
               affluence
               of
               all
               earthly
               pleasure
               ,
            
             
               He
               'd
               spend
               his
               years
               ,
               at
               his
               own
               ease
               and
               leasure
               ,
            
             
               He
               never
               shall
               enjoy
               ,
               nor
               shall
               he
               see
               ,
            
             
               Or
               understand
               what
               those
               contentments
               be
               .
            
          
           
             
               No
               ,
               he
               shall
               ever
               see
               those
               happy
               days
               ,
               
            
             
               Which
               
                 in
                 his
                 great
                 transactions
              
               .
               he
               always
            
             
               Projected
               to
               himself
               ;
               for
               though
               some
               men
               ,
            
             
               Their
               
                 sinful
                 acquests
              
               for
               some
               time
               retain
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               others
               for
               a
               moment
               scarce
               enjoy
            
             
               Those
               things
               ,
               in
               purchase
               whereof
               they
               imploy
            
             
               Much
               precious
               time
               ;
               so
               this
               unhappy
               man
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               see
               his
               Lands
               ,
               and
               Means
               (
               do
               what
               he
               can
               )
            
             
               Ere
               he
               by
               
                 sherking
                 methods
                 ,
                 and
                 oppression
              
               ,
            
             
               Has
               got
               the
               same
               well
               in
               his
               own
               possession
               ,
            
             
             
               Quickly
               restor'd
               ,
               and
               all
               he
               had
               of
               late
               ,
            
             
               In
               a
               few
               minuts
               wholly
               dissipat
               .
            
             
               Nor
               must
               he
               think
               his
               substance
               to
               divide
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               Gods
               justice
               will
               be
               satisfy'd
            
             
               With
               restitution
               of
               his
               
                 sinful
                 gain
              
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               what
               he
               fairly
               had
               ,
               he
               may
               retain
               ,
            
             
               No
               ,
               he
               must
               no
               such
               fancy
               entertain
               .
            
             
               For
               as
               a
               few
               
                 prohibit
                 Merchandize
              
               ,
            
             
               In
               time
               of
               War
               ,
               will
               make
               a
               Loadning
               Prize
               ,
            
             
               To
               boot
               ,
               with
               Ship
               ,
               in
               which
               these
               goods
               are
               found
               ,
            
             
               If
               to
               the
               Ports
               of
               Enemies
               't
               is
               bound
               ;
            
             
               
                 So
                 all
                 his
                 wealth
                 ,
                 without
                 distinction
                 fall
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Under
                 the
              
               Mene-tekel
               
                 on
                 his
                 wall
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 for
                 oppression
                 he
                 must
                 forfeit
                 all
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               For
               to
               enrich
               himself
               ,
               has
               ruin'd
               many
               ,
               
            
             
               Where
               his
               advantage
               lay
               ,
               not
               sparing
               any
               .
            
             
               Without
               all
               Law
               ,
               he
               did
               oppresse
               the
               poor
               ,
            
             
               Distrain'd
               their
               goods
               ,
               and
               turn'd
               them
               to
               the
               door
               ,
            
             
               Half
               naked
               ,
               with
               their
               Families
               to
               feed
               ,
            
             
               In
               charity
               ,
               and
               when
               they
               begg'd
               their
               bread
            
             
               From
               him
               ,
               he
               'd
               bid
               those
               wretches
               quick
               be
               gone
               ,
            
             
               Or
               he
               'd
               cause
               lay
               them
               in
               the
               Stocks
               anon
               ,
            
             
               Because
               this
               avaricious
               man
               ,
               God
               wot
               ,
            
             
               Has
               seiz'd
               on
               houses
               which
               he
               builded
               not
               .
            
          
           
             
               Therefore
               this
               man
               shall
               in
               his
               mind
               possesse
               
            
             
               No
               real
               peace
               ,
               nor
               solid
               quietnesse
               ,
            
             
               
                 Because
                 so
                 oft
                 he
                 hath
                 the
                 poor
                 oppress
                 't
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 In
                 his
                 rouz'd
                 conscience
                 he
                 shall
                 have
                 no
                 rest
                 ,
              
            
             
               He
               sees
               
                 his
                 numerous
                 losses
              
               antedate
               ,
            
             
               His
               death
               :
               his
               substance
               all
               dilapidate
               .
            
             
               Before
               his
               eyes
               ;
               nor
               can
               he
               so
               much
               save
               ,
            
             
               As
               may
               defray
               
                 his
                 charges
                 to
                 the
                 Grave
              
               ,
            
             
               In
               decent
               order
               of
               a
               Funeral
               ,
            
             
               But
               dyes
               deserted
               ,
               and
               abhorr'd
               by
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
               None
               of
               his
               kindred
               shall
               his
               death
               bemoan
               ,
               
            
             
               Or
               take
               up
               Inventar
               when
               he
               is
               gone
               ,
            
             
               Of
               his
               effects
               ,
               no
               man
               for
               his
               Estate
            
             
               Shall
               sue
               ,
               no
               kinsmen
               'mongst
               themselves
               debate
            
             
               Who
               shall
               succeed
               him
               :
               none
               crave
               sequestration
            
             
               
                 Of
                 Writs
              
               ,
               or
               put
               in
               for
               administration
               :
            
             
               No
               ,
               no
               ,
               for
               all
               his
               former
               wealth
               and
               store
               ,
            
             
               Now
               he
               is
               gone
               ,
               he
               shall
               be
               found
               so
               poor
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               neither
               have
               Heir
               ,
               nor
               Executor
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               when
               d'
               ye
               think
               shall
               this
               oppressor
               fall
               ?
               
            
             
               Even
               in
               the
               hight
               and
               affluence
               of
               all
            
             
               Worldly
               delites
               ,
               and
               pleasure
               ,
               in
               the
               prime
            
             
               Of
               his
               enjoyments
               ,
               in
               the
               pruning
               time
               ,
            
             
               Of
               all
               his
               projects
               ,
               when
               his
               life
               appears
               ,
            
             
               Entituled
               to
               many
               happy
               years
               .
            
             
               When
               he
               doth
               triumph
               in
               his
               high-swoln
               paunch
               ,
            
             
               Then
               shall
               he
               be
               destroyed
               ,
               root
               and
               branch
               :
            
             
               Then
               shall
               his
               fellow-sinners
               fall
               upon
               him
               ,
            
             
               Kill
               him
               ▪
               and
               so
               there
               shall
               be
               no
               more
               on
               him
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Have
               you
               not
               seen
               what
               pleasure
               ,
               and
               delite
               ,
               
            
             
               A
               young
               man
               of
               a
               lusty
               appetite
               ,
            
             
               Expresses
               at
               the
               sight
               of
               luscious
               meats
               ,
            
             
               Falls
               to
               them
               greedily
               ;
               but
               no
               sooner
               eats
            
             
               A
               few
               small
               morsels
               ,
               then
               incontinent
            
             
               He
               changes
               colours
               ,
               and
               begins
               to
               faint
               ,
            
             
               Finding
               the
               poison
               in
               its
               operation
               ,
            
             
               Abridge
               his
               hours
               beyond
               imagination
               :
            
             
               Then
               in
               a
               feaver
               violent
               and
               hot
               ,
            
             
               Unconquerable
               by
               any
               antidote
               ;
            
             
               Studded
               with
               spots
               ,
               and
               pois'nous
               signs
               ,
               he
               lyes
            
             
               For
               a
               small
               time
               ,
               sighs
               out
               his
               life
               and
               dyes
               .
            
             
               So
               when
               this
               man
               expects
               he
               may
               enjoy
               ,
            
             
               What
               he
               has
               purchas'd
               ,
               then
               will
               God
               destroy
            
             
               Him
               utterly
               ,
               and
               send
               him
               ,
               with
               his
               hopes
               ,
            
             
               To
               ly
               in
               dust
               amongst
               those
               silly
               ●ops
               ,
            
             
               Who
               the
               same
               thoughts
               in
               life
               did
               entertain
               ,
            
             
               But
               now
               too
               late
               ,
               perceive
               they
               're
               all
               but
               vain
               .
            
          
           
             
               Nay
               though
               he
               may
               by
               policy
               prevent
               
            
             
               Th'
               effects
               of
               an
               unlucky
               accident
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               his
               cunning
               art
               stave
               of
               another
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               after
               he
               has
               scap'd
               both
               one
               ,
               and
               'tother
               ,
            
             
               A
               third
               shall
               reach
               him
               which
               he
               least
               of
               all
            
             
               Suspects
               ,
               and
               make
               him
               quickly
               headlong
               fall
            
             
               Down
               from
               the
               turret
               of
               his
               happinesse
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               a
               few
               hours
               do
               his
               businesse
               .
            
             
               As
               he
               who
               from
               the
               raging
               sword
               doth
               fly
               ,
            
             
               When
               come
               to
               handy
               blows
               ,
               is
               by
               and
               by
               ,
            
             
               By
               Arrow
               from
               a
               Crosse-bow
               in
               his
               flight
               ,
            
             
               Wounded
               ,
               or
               with
               a
               Bullet
               shot
               down-right
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               as
               when
               one
               pursues
               his
               enemy
               ,
               
            
             
               With
               shot
               as
               thick
               as
               hail
               ,
               whilst
               he
               doth
               fly
               ,
            
             
               And
               beats
               him
               down
               ,
               so
               when
               with
               furious
               speed
               ,
            
             
               He
               gallops
               up
               ,
               and
               finds
               him
               not
               yet
               dead
               ,
            
             
               He
               draws
               his
               Arrow
               from
               the
               deadly
               wound
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               the
               poor
               soul
               doth
               gasp
               upon
               the
               ground
               ,
            
             
               And
               whilst
               he
               breaths
               ,
               from
               stricking
               never
               ceases
               ,
            
             
               Till
               with
               his
               sword
               has
               hew'd
               him
               all
               to
               pieces
               .
            
             
               So
               in
               his
               anger
               ,
               God
               will
               still
               persist
               ,
            
             
               And
               ne're
               from
               beating
               of
               this
               man
               desist
               ,
            
             
               With
               vengeance
               ,
               upon
               vengeance
               ,
               till
               he
               grind
               him
            
             
               To
               powder
               ,
               so
               that
               those
               who
               think
               to
               find
               him
               ,
            
             
               Dead
               in
               some
               ditch
               ,
               and
               when
               his
               Corps
               are
               found
               ,
            
             
               Would
               be
               at
               charge
               to
               hide
               it
               under
               ground
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               make
               search
               for
               his
               Body
               here
               ,
               and
               there
               ,
            
             
               
                 But
                 they
                 may
                 as
                 well
                 ramble
                 in
                 the
                 Air
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 hunting
                 of
                 the
                 wild
                 Boar
                 ,
                 Fox
                 ,
                 or
                 Hare
                 .
              
            
             
               Let
               them
               search
               ,
               as
               they
               will
               ,
               yet
               without
               doubt
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               their
               Art
               ,
               shall
               never
               find
               him
               out
               .
            
          
           
             
               Nor
               will
               our
               God
               ,
               when
               he
               doth
               once
               begin
               ,
               
            
             
               To
               plague
               this
               wicked
               person
               for
               his
               sin
               ,
            
             
               In
               his
               proceedings
               so
               much
               favour
               show
               ,
            
             
               To
               this
               same
               man
               ,
               
                 as
                 at
                 one
                 single
                 blow
              
            
             
               To
               cut
               him
               off
               :
               no
               ,
               he
               must
               not
               expect
            
             
             
               That
               God
               will
               him
               at
               once
               to
               pieces
               break
               ,
            
             
               No
               ,
               no
               ,
               't
               is
               not
               his
               custom
               so
               to
               deal
               ,
            
             
               With
               such
               vile
               Malefactors
               ,
               but
               piece
               meal
               ,
            
             
               He
               'll
               take
               him
               down
               ,
               as
               thou
               perhaps
               ha●t
               seen
               ,
            
             
               In
               thy
               own
               time
               ,
               how
               some
               rich
               man
               has
               been
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               flourishing
               in
               Wealth
               ,
               not
               instantly
               ,
            
             
               But
               by
               degrees
               ,
               reduc'd
               to
               poverty
               .
            
             
               For
               first
               some
               tache
               upon
               his
               reputation
               ,
            
             
               Is
               fix'd
               ,
               which
               puts
               his
               credit
               out
               of
               fashion
               ,
            
             
               Then
               all
               those
               men
               ,
               who
               deal
               with
               him
               suspect
               ,
            
             
               There
               may
               be
               something
               in
               't
               ,
               and
               least
               he
               break
               ,
            
             
               With
               all
               their
               Goods
               ,
               and
               many
               in
               his
               hands
               ,
            
             
               Where
               his
               effects
               do
               ly
               ,
               each
               one
               demands
               ,
            
             
               And
               he
               's
               secure
               ,
               can
               first
               extend
               his
               Lands
               .
            
             
               Then
               for
               his
               person
               ,
               he
               dars
               not
               abide
               ,
            
             
               
                 Th'
                 assaults
                 of
                 law
              
               ,
               but
               is
               constrain'd
               to
               hide
            
             
               Himself
               in
               some
               dark
               corner
               ,
               out
               of
               sight
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 cast
                 up
                 his
                 Accounts
                 by
                 Candle-light
                 .
              
            
             
               Or
               if
               in
               obscure
               nights
               he
               steals
               abroad
               ,
            
             
               Thinking
               to
               find
               a
               way
               ,
               by
               some
               By-road
               ,
            
             
               To
               his
               own
               dwelling
               ,
               he
               retires
               assoon
            
             
               To
               
                 his
                 sad
                 kennel
              
               ,
               as
               he
               sees
               the
               Moon
            
             
               Peep
               through
               the
               Clouds
               ,
               at
               length
               the
               
                 Catch-poles
                 eye
              
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               find
               him
               out
               ,
               and
               he
               is
               by
               and
               by
            
             
               Clapt
               up
               in
               Jayl
               :
               the
               news
               no
               sooner
               spread
               ,
            
             
               But
               all
               of
               his
               Imprisonment
               are
               glad
               ,
            
             
               And
               on
               him
               soon
               a
               many
               Actions
               laid
               .
            
             
               Thus
               now
               in
               Firmance
               ,
               his
               effects
               all
               seiz'd
               ,
            
             
               Opprest
               with
               sorrow
               ,
               crazy
               ,
               and
               diseas'd
               :
            
             
               His
               desolate
               ,
               and
               starving
               Family
               ,
            
             
               With
               open
               mouth
               ,
               for
               Aliment
               do
               cry
               :
            
             
               But
               he
               has
               nothing
               left
               ,
               to
               purchase
               bread
               ,
            
             
               And
               cannot
               now
               upon
               his
               credit
               ,
               feed
            
             
               Those
               hungry
               things
               ,
               but
               for
               one
               single
               day
               ,
            
             
               So
               that
               they
               're
               forc'd
               to
               shift
               another
               way
               ,
            
             
               
                 Truss
                 up
                 their
                 little
                 Furniture
                 ,
                 and
                 so
              
            
             
               
                 All
                 hand
                 in
                 hand
                 fairly
                 â
                 begging
                 go
                 .
              
            
             
               The
               news
               of
               this
               so
               shrewdly
               doth
               torment
            
             
               Th'
               imprison'd
               man
               ,
               that
               now
               (
               his
               spirits
               spent
               )
            
             
               With
               his
               last
               breath
               ,
               he
               payes
               his
               Creditors
               ,
            
             
               And
               makes
               the
               Worms
               his
               
                 sole
                 Executors
              
               .
            
             
               Ev'n
               so
               this
               
                 grand
                 Oppressour
              
               ,
               whilst
               his
               Sun
            
             
               Doth
               clearly
               shine
               ,
               is
               by
               degrees
               undone
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               his
               friends
               and
               followers
               every
               where
               ,
            
             
               When
               this
               man
               falls
               ,
               shall
               in
               his
               Judgement
               share
               .
            
          
           
             
               Nor
               need
               his
               Judges
               be
               at
               so
               much
               pains
               ,
               
            
             
               As
               'gainst
               this
               man
               to
               search
               for
               evidence
               .
            
             
               For
               Heav'ns
               themselves
               (
               though
               all
               men
               silent
               were
               )
            
             
               Shall
               his
               bad
               actings
               openly
               declare
               ;
            
             
               And
               when
               this
               sinner
               ,
               
                 with
                 up-lifted
                 hand
              
               ,
            
             
               Arraign'd
               ,
               for
               hundred
               Crimes
               ,
               at
               Bar
               shall
               stand
               :
            
             
               The
               Earth
               in
               Judgement
               too
               shall
               then
               appear
               ,
            
             
               And
               make
               out
               all
               his
               Crimes
               ,
               so
               full
               and
               clear
               ,
            
             
               As
               of
               his
               guilt
               
                 that
                 Court
              
               shall
               no
               more
               doubt
               ,
            
             
             
               But
               'gainst
               him
               sentence
               speedilie
               give
               out
               .
            
             
               Then
               shall
               
                 the
                 Witness
              
               first
               of
               all
               ,
               lay
               hands
            
             
               On
               this
               poor
               soul
               ,
               
                 and
                 as
                 the
                 Law
                 commands
              
               ,
            
             
               Beat
               him
               to
               Death
               :
               that
               all
               the
               world
               may
               see
               ,
            
             
               With
               what
               impartial
               measures
               such
               as
               he
            
             
               Are
               judg'd
               ,
               and
               punish'd
               .
               —
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               shall
               
                 this
                 tall
                 ,
                 and
                 famous
                 sinner
                 die
              
               
            
             
               Himself
               :
               and
               for
               his
               poor
               posteritie
               ,
            
             
               They
               shall
               themselves
               like
               Rivolets
               disperse
               ,
            
             
               Some
               here
               ,
               some
               there
               ,
               through
               all
               the
               universe
               .
            
             
               
                 Poor
                 pedling
                 Miscreants
              
               ,
               in
               great
               straits
               ,
               and
               wants
               ,
            
             
               A
               scattered
               rabble
               ,
               
                 the
                 Inhabitants
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 all
                 the
                 World
              
               ;
               a
               sad
               Societie
            
             
               Of
               
                 hateful
                 Slaves
              
               ,
               without
               all
               propertie
               ,
            
             
               Without
               all
               order
               ,
               Laws
               and
               Government
               ,
            
             
               Pillag'd
               by
               all
               ,
               and
               yet
               dare
               not
               resent
               :
            
             
               Nor
               shall
               
                 this
                 so
                 late
                 numerous
                 Family
              
               ,
            
             
               Amongst
               them
               all
               erect
               one
               Colony
               ,
            
             
               That
               may
               preserve
               
                 this
                 great
                 mans
                 Memory
              
               .
            
             
               And
               for
               his
               
                 Goods
                 and
                 Chattels
              
               ,
               in
               the
               day
            
             
               Of
               Gods
               hot
               Wrath
               ,
               they
               shall
               all
               melt
               away
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               all
               bad
               men
               shall
               perish
               ,
               thus
               they
               shall
               ,
               
            
             
               Who
               do
               contemn
               their
               great
               Creator
               ,
               fall
               .
            
             
               Presumptous
               Persons
               God
               doth
               punish
               so
               ,
            
             
               These
               judgments
               everie
               one
               shall
               undergo
               ,
            
             
               
                 Who
                 with
                 bold
                 language
                 doth
                 his
                 God
                 upbraid
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               is
               not
               of
               his
               flamming
               Wrath
               afraid
               :
            
             
               When
               he
               sees
               others
               punish'd
               ,
               but
               persists
            
             
               In
               Sin
               ,
               thinks
               ,
               speaks
               ,
               and
               acteth
               what
               he
               lists
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Cap.
             XXI
             .
          
           
             
               AFter
               this
               storm
               of
               words
               was
               overblown
               
            
             
               And
               Zophar
               ,
               now
               his
               utmost
               skill
               had
               shown
            
             
               In
               talking
               ,
               and
               as
               one
               ,
               who
               had
               design'd
            
             
               To
               speak
               no
               more
               ,
               had
               fullie
               spoke
               his
               mind
               .
            
             
               Without
               all
               passion
               ,
               with
               a
               Spirit
               stay'd
            
             
               To
               all
               this
               Lecture
               ,
               which
               his
               friend
               had
               read
               ,
            
             
               
                 Thus
                 only
              
               Job
               
                 in
                 calmness
                 answered
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               do
               not
               doubt
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               but
               when
               by
               fame
               
            
             
               Inform'd
               of
               my
               distress
               ,
               you
               hither
               came
               ,
            
             
               When
               hearing
               of
               my
               lamentable
               state
               ,
            
             
               (
               Which
               has
               occasion'd
               so
               much
               noise
               of
               late
            
             
               Both
               far
               and
               wide
               )
               you
               thought
               it
               worth
               your
               pains
               .
            
             
               with
               your
               own
               eyes
               ,
               
                 to
                 visit
                 what
                 remains
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 your
                 old
                 friend
              
               .
               —
            
             
               When
               you
               were
               pleas'd
               I
               say
               ,
               to
               be
               so
               kind
               ,
            
             
               I
               make
               no
               doubt
               ,
               but
               that
               you
               then
               design'd
               ,
            
             
               In
               Sympathetick
               bowels
               of
               compassion
               ,
            
             
               T'
               afford
               me
               truly
               all
               the
               consolation
               ,
            
             
             
               Lay
               in
               your
               power
               :
               I
               make
               no
               doubt
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               But
               when
               you
               see
               me
               first
               your
               heart
               did
               bleed
               ,
            
             
               I
               do
               believe
               that
               you
               were
               stupifi
               ▪
               d
            
             
               When
               me
               first
               
                 on
                 the
                 Dung-hill
                 you
                 descry'd
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 As
                 your
                 kind
                 silence
                 fully
                 testifi'd
                 .
              
            
             
               Nay
               furder
               ,
               when
               you
               spoke
               ,
               I
               think
               you
               meant
            
             
               To
               give
               me
               no
               occasion
               of
               complaint
               ,
            
             
               As
               since
               y'have
               done
               ,
               but
               that
               you
               did
               intend
               ,
            
             
               Some
               
                 words
                 of
                 consolation
              
               for
               your
               friend
               ,
            
             
               I
               am
               perswaded
               
                 you
                 are
                 honest
                 men
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Just
                 ,
                 fearing
                 God
              
               ,
               and
               such
               as
               entertain
               ▪
            
             
               No
               wicked
               thoughts
               ,
               but
               openly
               detest
               ,
            
             
               That
               man
               ,
               who
               is
               a
               sinner
               in
               his
               breast
               ,
            
             
               Though
               in
               his
               words
               ,
               and
               looks
               ,
               he
               'd
               fain
               deceive
            
             
               The
               World
               ,
               and
               make
               the
               neighbour-hood
               believe
            
             
               He
               's
               truly
               pious
               :
               
                 and
                 that
                 you
                 do
                 hate
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 man
                 ,
                 whose
                 conscience
                 is
                 adulterat
                 .
              
            
             
               I
               know
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               what
               hitherto
               ye've
               said
               ,
            
             
               Was
               out
               of
               love
               ,
               and
               I
               would
               fain
               perswade
            
             
               My self
               to
               think
               ,
               
                 that
                 all
                 this
                 eloquence
              
            
             
               
                 Is
                 not
                 made
                 use
                 of
                 ,
                 to
                 give
                 me
                 offence
                 .
              
            
             
               Yet
               after
               all
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               I
               would
               request
               ,
            
             
               You
               would
               take
               notice
               ,
               for
               some
               time
               at
               least
               ,
            
             
               To
               what
               I
               speak
               ,
               hear
               me
               but
               patiently
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               I
               expresse
               my
               thoughts
               ,
               and
               seriously
               ,
            
             
               I
               'll
               take
               't
               more
               kindly
               
                 in
                 my
                 present
                 state
              
               ,
            
             
               Then
               any
               thing
               y
               'ave
               spoke
               ,
               or
               done
               as
               yet
               .
            
             
               This
               will
               to
               me
               more
               consolation
               bring
               ,
            
             
               Then
               all
               your
               talk
               ,
               and
               
                 nauseous
                 arguing
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Allow
               me
               ,
               as
               you
               love
               me
               ,
               then
               to
               speak
               ,
               
            
             
               But
               some
               small
               time
               ,
               for
               truth
               I
               am
               so
               weak
               ,
            
             
               I
               cannot
               make
               
                 long
                 harangues
              
               ,
               and
               indeed
            
             
               
                 I
                 may
                 complain
                 ,
                 but
                 am
                 not
                 fit
                 to
                 plead
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 With
                 such
                 as
                 you
              
               :
               what
               therefore
               I
               intend
               ,
            
             
               To
               speak
               ,
               shall
               very
               quickly
               have
               an
               end
               .
            
             
               My
               words
               shall
               be
               but
               few
               ,
               and
               when
               I
               've
               done
               ,
            
             
               You
               may
               proceed
               ,
               as
               formerly
               ,
               
                 mock
                 on
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Pray
               mark
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               then
               I
               make
               no
               complaint
            
             
               To
               mortal
               man
               :
               for
               't
               is
               most
               evident
               ,
               
            
             
               That
               my
               complaint
               is
               made
               to
               God
               alone
               ,
            
             
               
                 To
                 thee
                 all-hearing
                 God
                 ,
                 I
                 do
                 bemoan
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 My
                 present
                 state
              
               :
               my
               judgements
               do
               not
               flow
               ,
            
             
               As
               you
               may
               see
               ,
               from
               any
               hand
               below
               ;
            
             
               
                 No
                 they
                 do
                 from
                 a
                 higher
                 hand
                 proceed
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 in
                 them
                 I
                 the
                 wrath
                 of
                 God
                 do
                 read
                 ,
              
            
             
               From
               him
               they
               do
               proceed
               immediatly
               ,
            
             
               He
               's
               th'
               only
               author
               of
               my
               misery
               :
            
             
               My
               plagues
               ,
               alace
               ,
               are
               extraordinary
               ,
            
             
               Not
               such
               as
               usually
               inflicted
               are
            
             
               On
               other
               men
               :
               
                 no
                 they
                 are
                 such
                 as
                 none
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Have
                 ever
                 yet
                 endur'd
                 but
              
               I
               alone
               :
            
             
               No
               wonder
               then
               that
               I
               cannot
               contain
            
             
               My
               passion
               ,
               but
               do
               heavily
               complain
               .
            
             
               Nay
               let
               us
               even
               suppose
               ,
               my
               plagues
               did
               flow
               ,
            
             
             
               From
               th'
               hand
               of
               man
               ,
               I
               pray
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               if
               so
               ,
            
             
               Why
               may
               not
               I
               as
               other
               men
               be
               vex't
               ?
            
             
               Is
               it
               so
               strange
               to
               see
               a
               man
               perplex't
            
             
               With
               misery
               complain
               ,
               as
               I
               do
               now
               ?
            
             
               Pray
               ,
               my
               good
               friends
               ,
               what
               would
               you
               have
               me
               do
               ?
            
             
               Won't
               you
               allow
               me
               ,
               where
               I
               find
               a
               pain
               ,
            
             
               As
               all
               men
               do
               ,
               a
               little
               to
               complain
               ?
            
             
               My
               constitution
               is
               but
               ordinar
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               'm
               but
               
                 Flesh
                 and
                 Blood
              
               ,
               as
               others
               are
               .
            
             
               May
               not
               I
               then
               exhibit
               my
               complaint
            
             
               To
               my
               Creator
               ?
               since
               he
               is
               content
            
             
               To
               hear
               me
               ,
               since
               he
               doth
               to
               me
               allow
            
             
               That
               liberty
               ,
               I
               cannot
               have
               from
               you
               .
            
             
               And
               O
               ,
               amidst
               my
               woes
               ,
               and
               miseries
               ,
            
             
               My
               griefs
               ,
               my
               terrors
               ,
               and
               anxieties
               ,
            
             
               
                 With
                 all
                 the
                 pains
                 ,
                 that
                 do
                 my
                 soul
                 oppresse
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 How
                 happy
                 am
                 I
                 ,
                 that
                 I
                 can
                 addresse
              
            
             
               
                 My self
                 to
                 God
              
               :
               indeed
               it
               were
               not
               good
            
             
               For
               me
               ,
               if
               this
               
                 grand
                 boon
              
               were
               not
               allow'd
               ,
            
             
               For
               were
               I
               to
               addresse
               my self
               to
               men
               ,
            
             
               I
               fear
               my
               prayers
               should
               be
               us'd
               in
               vain
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               'd
               have
               yet
               more
               reason
               to
               complain
               .
            
          
           
             
               Mark
               what
               I
               say
               then
               ,
               mark
               ,
               and
               be
               afraid
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               let
               your
               hands
               upon
               your
               mouths
               be
               laid
               .
            
             
               Mark
               me
               ,
               I
               pray
               ,
               
                 observe
                 my
                 sad
                 estate
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               then
               I
               hope
               you
               will
               no
               more
               debate
            
             
               Upon
               the
               subject
               ,
               with
               such
               violence
               ,
            
             
               But
               will
               confesse
               with
               me
               ,
               
                 that
                 Providence
              
            
             
               
                 Sends
                 plague
                 on
                 men
                 ,
                 with
                 great
                 indifference
                 .
              
            
             
               Remark
               me
               ,
               pray
               ,
               observe
               how
               God
               ,
               in
               me
               ,
            
             
               Points
               out
               so
               clear
               ,
               that
               all
               the
               world
               may
               see
               ,
            
             
               What
               mean
               esteem
               he
               has
               of
               mortal
               race
               ▪
            
             
               View
               me
               ,
               I
               pray
               ,
               
                 look
                 but
                 upon
                 my
                 face
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 there
                 behold
                 a
                 sad
                 Epitome
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 Heavens
                 displeasure
              
               .
               —
               —
            
             
               O
               were
               there
               no
               more
               worth
               your
               noticing
               ,
            
             
               Then
               this
               alone
               ,
               't
               is
               such
               a
               
                 dismal
                 thing
              
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               you
               take
               it
               in
               consideration
               ,
            
             
               Affords
               a
               subject
               of
               
                 sad
                 contemplation
              
               ;
            
             
               Such
               as
               might
               make
               you
               all
               asham'd
               to
               speak
               ,
            
             
               As
               you
               have
               done
               ,
               and
               I
               'm
               convinc'd
               would
               check
            
             
               The
               heat
               of
               your
               discourse
               ,
               give
               ear
               then
               pray
               ,
            
             
               As
               you
               would
               be
               inform'd
               to
               what
               I
               say
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               when
               I
               think
               upon
               my
               former
               state
               ,
               
            
             
               How
               in
               the
               World
               I
               flourished
               of
               late
               ,
            
             
               How
               all
               my
               wishes
               did
               attain
               their
               aim
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               no
               sooner
               could
               a
               blessing
               name
               ,
            
             
               But
               assoon
               God
               would
               send
               it
               to
               my
               door
               ,
            
             
               And
               blesse
               me
               so
               till
               I
               could
               ask
               no
               more
               .
            
             
               And
               now
               how
               wretch'd
               ,
               how
               poor
               and
               miserable
               ,
            
             
               In
               yours
               ,
               and
               all
               mens
               eyes
               ,
               how
               despicable
               ,
            
             
               And
               quite
               undone
               ,
               
                 I
                 here
                 on
                 Dung-hill
                 ly
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Th'
                 hyperbole
                 of
                 pain
                 ,
                 and
                 misery
                 .
              
            
             
               When
               I
               amidst
               my
               groans
               ,
               and
               lamentations
               ,
            
             
             
               Reflect
               upon
               
                 the
                 various
                 Dispensations
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 our
                 great
                 God
              
               ,
               and
               weigh
               them
               seriouslie
            
             
               I
               quake
               ,
               I
               sweat
               ,
               I
               tremble
               ,
               by
               ,
               and
               by
               ,
            
             
               I
               shake
               all
               over
               ,
               I
               am
               dampt
               with
               fear
               ,
            
             
               Like
               one
               out
               of
               his
               wits
               I
               do
               appear
               :
            
             
               
                 Infernal
                 horror
              
               on
               my
               Soul
               doth
               seize
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               become
               all
               stupid
               by
               degrees
               ,
            
             
               When
               I
               consider
               on
               this
               sad
               occasion
               ,
            
             
               What
               unexpected
               fearful
               alteration
            
             
               I
               've
               seen
               of
               late
               :
               Oh
               I
               am
               all
               confounded
               ,
            
             
               My
               Soul
               with
               fear
               and
               terror
               is
               surrounded
               .
            
             
               When
               I
               consider
               how
               th'
               Almighty
               raises
            
             
               This
               ,
               or
               that
               man
               ,
               and
               throws
               down
               whom
               he
               pleases
               .
            
             
               Without
               regard
               to
               all
               these
               mean
               Defences
               ,
            
             
               Which
               mortals
               use
               ,
               
                 these
                 pitiful
                 Pretences
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Of
                 Piety
                 ,
                 and
                 Virtues
              
               by
               which
               some
            
             
               Would
               plead
               forsooth
               Exemption
               from
               his
               Doom
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               he
               
                 with
                 great
                 indifference
              
               on
               all
            
             
               Sends
               out
               his
               plagues
               ,
               then
               I
               a-trembling
               fall
               ;
            
             
               Then
               I
               perceive
               that
               what
               you
               all
               assert
               ,
            
             
               And
               labour
               to
               evince
               with
               so
               much
               art
               .
            
             
               Concluding
               firmly
               
                 God
                 doth
                 punish
                 none
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Nor
                 sends
                 afflictions
                 ,
                 but
                 on
                 those
                 alone
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Whose
                 Sins
                 do
                 call
                 for
                 Judgments
                 ,
              
               and
               from
               thence
            
             
               By
               an
               unquestionable
               consequence
               ,
            
             
               Infer
               that
               I
               am
               such
               :
               then
               ,
               then
               I
               see
            
             
               (
               What
               ever
               errors
               you
               would
               fix
               on
               me
               )
            
             
               
                 That
                 your
                 Position
                 is
                 both
                 false
                 ,
                 and
                 vain
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Below
                 such
                 men
                 as
                 you
                 are
                 to
                 maintain
                 .
              
            
             
               Since
               then
               my
               friends
               ,
               by
               sad
               experience
               ;
            
             
               I
               know
               what
               you
               ,
               
                 who
                 never
                 yet
                 had
                 sense
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Of
                 such
                 afflictions
              
               cannot
               understand
               ,
            
             
               Me
               thinks
               I
               may
               with
               reason
               now
               demand
            
             
               Your
               firm
               atention
               to
               what
               I
               shall
               speak
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               the
               subject
               ,
               which
               you
               may
               expect
            
             
               Shall
               be
               sincere
               :
               for
               who
               can
               so
               express
            
             
               The
               Justice
               of
               th
               ▪
               Almighty
               in
               the
               case
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               who
               feels
               it
               ;
               as
               the
               man
               ,
               God
               knows
               ,
            
             
               Who
               's
               tasted
               both
               Prosperitie
               and
               Woes
               ?
            
          
           
             
               If
               it
               be
               true
               then
               ,
               what
               you
               all
               assert
               
            
             
               
                 That
                 sin
                 is
                 only
                 punish'd
              
               ,
               for
               my
               part
               ,
            
             
               I
               'de
               gladlie
               know
               why
               Heavens
               King
               doth
               give
            
             
               Blessings
               to
               those
               ,
               who
               merit
               not
               to
               live
               ?
            
             
               Why
               doth
               the
               race
               of
               sin
               the
               earth
               possess
               ?
            
             
               Why
               thus
               in
               
                 Issue
                 ,
                 Honor
                 ,
                 Wealth
              
               encrease
               ?
            
             
               Do
               we
               not
               dailie
               see
               how
               sinful
               men
            
             
               Do
               in
               their
               several
               stations
               attain
            
             
               To
               all
               that
               in
               this
               life
               can
               be
               desir'd
            
             
               Wish'd
               or
               projected
               ?
               —
               —
            
             
               Nor
               doth
               
                 the
                 Tide
                 of
                 prosprous
                 daies
                 encrease
              
            
             
               
                 To
                 its
                 full
                 height
              
               ,
               but
               for
               a
               season
               last
               ,
            
             
               No
               ,
               
                 as
                 their
                 sins
                 ,
                 so
                 do
                 their
                 blessings
                 grow
              
               ;
            
             
               The
               current
               of
               Gods
               mercies
               still
               doth
               flow
            
             
               In
               those
               mens
               lives
               ,
               whatever
               they
               demand
               ,
            
             
             
               To
               feed
               the
               sense
               is
               granted
               out
               of
               hand
               :
            
             
               In
               a
               most
               smooth
               ,
               
                 uninterrupted
                 stream
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Of
                 earthly
                 blessings
              
               ,
               like
               a
               pleasant
               dream
               ,
            
             
               
                 They
                 're
                 gently
                 wafted
                 without
                 Wind
                 ,
                 or
                 Wave
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Into
                 the
                 spacious
                 Ocean
                 of
                 the
                 Grave
                 ,
              
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               live
               and
               dy
               they
               ,
               but
               this
               is
               not
               all
               ,
               
            
             
               For
               were
               these
               blessings
               meerly
               personal
               ,
            
             
               And
               perish'd
               with
               themselves
               ,
               we
               might
               suppose
               ,
            
             
               That
               their
               poor
               issue
               ,
               who
               their
               eyes
               did
               close
               ,
            
             
               Shut
               up
               with
               these
               ,
               all
               their
               felicity
               ,
            
             
               And
               became
               
                 heirs
                 to
                 utmost
                 misery
              
               .
            
             
               No
               ,
               no
               ,
               these
               
                 outward
                 blessings
              
               ,
               are
               so
               far
               ,
            
             
               From
               dying
               with
               themselves
               ,
               as
               they
               appear
               ,
            
             
               Entail'd
               upon
               their
               Family
               ,
               and
               Race
               ,
            
             
               And
               settled
               so
               on
               their
               appanages
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               inherent
               in
               the
               
                 several
                 fees
              
               .
            
             
               Nay
               (
               which
               is
               more
               )
               those
               men
               whom
               you
               do
               call
               ,
            
             
               
                 The
                 worst
                 of
                 sinners
              
               ,
               do
               perceive
               this
               all
               ,
            
             
               In
               their
               own
               time
               they
               see
               their
               Families
            
             
               Flourish
               like
               
                 verdant
                 plants
              
               ,
               before
               their
               eyes
               ;
            
             
               They
               see
               the
               hopes
               of
               numerous
               Generations
               ,
            
             
               And
               view
               the
               rise
               of
               many
               famous
               Nations
               ;
            
             
               In
               their
               fair
               Off-spring
               :
               they
               perceive
               their
               seed
               ,
            
             
               In
               peace
               ,
               and
               plenty
               ,
               fully
               established
               .
            
             
               Their
               Childrens
               Children
               ,
               grow
               up
               in
               their
               sight
               ,
            
             
               As
               
                 Heirs
                 apparent
              
               to
               their
               Fathers
               Right
               .
            
             
               In
               fine
               ,
               those
               wretches
               see
               their
               memory
               ,
            
             
               Run
               on
               
                 the
                 lines
                 of
                 perpetuity
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               These
               sinful
               men
               ,
               within
               doors
               live
               at
               ease
               ,
               
            
             
               Free
               from
               all
               jars
               ,
               bless'd
               with
               domestick
               peace
               ,
            
             
               They
               know
               no
               discords
               ,
               no
               ,
               nor
               quarrels
               they
               ,
            
             
               No
               ,
               picques
               ,
               or
               humours
               ,
               ly
               a-crosse
               their
               way
               ,
            
             
               But
               all
               the
               day
               ,
               they
               plentifully
               feed
               ,
            
             
               With
               pleasant
               converse
               ,
               and
               at
               night
               to
               bed
            
             
               They
               drill
               ,
               encircled
               ,
               in
               each
               others
               arms
               ;
            
             
               Free
               from
               all
               passions
               ,
               clamours
               ,
               fears
               ,
               allarums
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               as
               in
               plenty
               within
               doors
               they
               dwell
               ,
               
            
             
               So
               with
               these
               men
               ,
               all
               without
               doors
               goes
               well
               ;
            
             
               Their
               Cattle
               thrive
               ,
               their
               Grounds
               are
               well
               manur'd
               ,
            
             
               Their
               beasts
               are
               from
               ill
               accidents
               secur'd
               ,
            
             
               Their
               Revenues
               are
               punctually
               pay'd
               ,
            
             
               Their
               Acts
               of
               Court-leet
               faithfully
               obey'd
               ;
            
             
               Their
               Tennents
               too
               ,
               do
               live
               in
               wealth
               and
               peace
               ,
            
             
               Enjoying
               each
               
                 an
                 undisturbed
                 lease
              
            
             
               
                 For
                 many
                 years
              
               ,
               and
               richly
               cultivat
               ,
            
             
               Each
               one
               his
               parcel
               ,
               of
               his
               Lords
               Estate
               ;
            
             
               In
               short
               ,
               these
               men
               ,
               are
               fully
               bless'd
               in
               all
            
             
               They
               can
               desire
               ,
               their
               Vassals
               at
               a
               call
            
             
               Attend
               their
               motions
               :
               every
               one
               contends
               ▪
            
             
               Who
               most
               shall
               serve
               them
               ,
               and
               be
               most
               their
               friends
               .
            
          
           
             
               Around
               the
               neighbouring
               fields
               ,
               their
               wings
               they
               spread
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               all
               the
               Campaign
               soil
               is
               overlaid
               ,
            
             
               With
               
                 numerous
                 Branches
                 of
                 their
                 Families
              
               ,
            
             
               Which
               soon
               dilate
               themselves
               in
               Colonies
               .
            
             
             
               And
               People
               ,
               Countreys
               ,
               far
               remote
               from
               these
               ,
            
             
               Which
               first
               their
               Predecessors
               did
               possesse
               ,
            
             
               Amongst
               themselves
               they
               make
               firm
               allyance
               ,
            
             
               And
               when
               they
               meet
               ,
               they
               revel
               ,
               sport
               ,
               and
               dance
               ;
            
             
               They
               Correspond
               in
               mutual
               harmony
               ,
            
             
               And
               spend
               their
               time
               in
               mirth
               and
               jollity
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               when
               they
               meet
               at
               their
               grand
               Festivals
               ,
               
            
             
               They
               eat
               ,
               and
               drink
               ,
               and
               then
               with
               
                 Masques
                 ,
                 and
                 Balls
              
               ,
            
             
               They
               entertain
               themselves
               ,
               the
               
                 Harp
                 ,
                 and
                 Lute
              
               ,
            
             
               The
               
                 Viol
                 ,
                 Organ
                 ,
                 Timbrel
              
               contribute
               ,
            
             
               T'
               encrease
               their
               jovialty
               ,
               and
               all
               their
               care
            
             
               Is
               only
               for
               their
               sports
               ,
               and
               daily
               fare
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               peace
               ,
               and
               plenty
               ,
               with
               great
               affluence
               ,
               
            
             
               Of
               worldly
               blessings
               ,
               and
               convenience
               ,
            
             
               Of
               every
               thing
               that
               humane
               life
               requires
               ,
            
             
               They
               waste
               their
               days
               ,
               and
               when
               their
               lease
               expires
               ,
            
             
               And
               sullen
               death
               commands
               them
               to
               remove
               ,
            
             
               And
               quite
               those
               fields
               ,
               which
               with
               their
               souls
               they
               love
               ,
            
             
               Then
               do
               not
               these
               men
               dy
               ,
               as
               others
               do
            
             
               In
               
                 pain
                 and
                 torment
              
               :
               —
               —
            
             
               But
               as
               soft
               slumber
               on
               the
               eyes
               doth
               creep
               ,
            
             
               And
               gently
               moves
               ,
               when
               men
               would
               fall
               asleep
               .
            
             
               Or
               as
               a
               Candle
               burning
               nigh
               the
               end
               ,
            
             
               Its
               light
               
                 in
                 twinkling
              
               by
               degrees
               doth
               spend
               ,
            
             
               So
               in
               the
               Grave
               ,
               those
               men
               do
               gently
               roul
               ,
            
             
               Not
               troubled
               with
               
                 the
                 progress
                 of
                 the
                 soul
              
               ,
            
             
               Not
               anxious
               whither
               it
               should
               take
               its
               course
               ,
            
             
               After
               this
               life
               ,
               
                 for
                 better
                 ,
                 or
                 for
                 worse
                 ,
              
            
             
               They
               care
               not
               whether
               ,
               all
               is
               one
               to
               them
               ,
            
             
               
                 For
                 they
                 think
                 Soul
                 and
                 Body
                 are
                 the
                 same
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               as
               they
               liv'd
               together
               ,
               so
               they
               dy
               ,
            
             
               Returning
               both
               to
               dust
               
                 by
                 sympathy
              
               :
            
             
               They
               think
               re-union
               not
               imaginable
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 hold
                 the
                 Resurrection
                 but
                 a
                 fable
                 .
              
            
             
               Thence
               void
               of
               apprehensions
               ,
               after
               death
               ,
            
             
               With
               
                 great
                 indifference
              
               ,
               they
               shut
               up
               their
               breath
               .
            
          
           
             
               Nor
               are
               these
               men
               ,
               to
               whom
               God
               is
               so
               kind
               ,
               
            
             
               O'
               th'
               better
               sort
               ,
               more
               polish'd
               and
               refin'd
               ,
            
             
               Then
               common
               sinners
               are
               :
               no
               they
               are
               such
               ,
            
             
               As
               hugg
               their
               sins
               ,
               and
               honour
               vice
               so
               much
               ,
            
             
               
                 In
                 foulest
                 shape
              
               ,
               with
               so
               high
               veneration
               ,
            
             
               They
               're
               not
               asham'd
               to
               make
               it
               their
               profession
               :
            
             
               Such
               as
               our
               God
               so
               little
               do
               esteem
               ,
            
             
               They
               think
               his
               glory
               but
               a
               
                 sounding
                 name
              
               :
            
             
               Such
               as
               affirm
               the
               works
               of
               Providence
               ,
            
             
               The
               checks
               ,
               and
               dictats
               of
               a
               Conscience
               ,
            
             
               To
               be
               but
               stale
               devices
               forg'd
               by
               those
            
             
               Envious
               men
               ,
               whom
               Fortune
               doth
               oppose
               :
            
             
               Men
               who
               enrag'd
               because
               they
               can't
               possesse
               ,
            
             
               
                 That
                 which
                 themselves
                 acknowledge
                 happinesse
              
               ,
            
             
               Pick'd
               to
               see
               others
               ,
               in
               a
               better
               state
               ,
            
             
               Then
               they
               themselves
               invent
               ,
               they
               know
               not
               what
               ,
            
             
               To
               crosse
               their
               joyes
               ,
               and
               fain
               by
               art
               would
               move
            
             
               The
               World
               to
               credit
               ,
               what
               they
               cannot
               prove
               ,
            
             
             
               
                 For
                 when
                 outwitted
                 by
                 Philosophy
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 They
                 run
                 to
                 th're
                 fuge
                 of
                 a
                 mystery
                 .
              
            
             
               Yet
               God
               is
               even
               kind
               to
               such
               as
               these
               ;
            
             
               Who
               think
               so
               of
               him
               ,
               and
               speak
               ,
               what
               they
               please
               ,
            
             
               Who
               boldly
               laugh
               at
               Death
               ,
               Heavens
               ,
               Hell
               ,
               and
               all
               ,
            
             
               In
               principles
               so
               Atheistical
               ,
            
             
               As
               they
               to
               God
               dar
               impiously
               say
               ,
            
             
               
                 Prethee
                 begone
                 ,
                 disturb
                 us
                 not
                 we
                 pray
                 :
              
            
             
               
                 Let
                 us
                 alone
                 ,
                 torment
                 us
                 pray
                 no
                 more
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 With
                 admonitions
                 which
                 our
                 souls
                 abhor
                 :
              
            
             
               
                 Forbear
                 thy
                 curses
                 ,
                 and
                 dire
                 menaces
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Vex
                 us
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 but
                 let
                 us
                 live
                 in
                 peace
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 when
                 we
                 dy
                 ,
                 thou
                 mayest
                 dispose
                 of
                 us
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Even
                 as
                 thou
                 wilt
                 ;
                 but
                 whilst
                 we
                 live
                 ,
                 we
                 'll
                 thus
              
            
             
               
                 Employ
                 our
                 time
                 in
                 mirth
                 and
                 jollity
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 take
                 our
                 hazard
                 of
                 Eternity
                 .
              
            
             
               For
               who
               ,
               say
               they
               ,
               shall
               ever
               us
               perswade
               ,
            
             
               Or
               make
               believe
               that
               thou
               
                 a
                 soul
              
               hast
               made
               ,
            
             
               
                 A
                 something
              
               ,
               which
               doth
               after
               death
               exist
               ,
            
             
               A
               thing
               which
               preachers
               call
               even
               what
               they
               list
               ;
            
             
               That
               
                 such
                 a
                 thing
              
               of
               
                 thy
                 own
                 essence
              
               part
               ,
            
             
               Infus'd
               into
               us
               by
               
                 thy
                 special
                 art
              
               ,
            
             
               Should
               
                 after
                 separation
              
               be
               condemn'd
            
             
               To
               endlesse
               torments
               ,
               and
               by
               thee
               esteem'd
            
             
               As
               
                 useless
                 dross
              
               ,
               because
               
                 the
                 thing
              
               did
               take
            
             
               Pleasure
               in
               that
               ,
               which
               thou
               thy self
               did
               make
               ,
            
             
               Why
               this
               ,
               we
               are
               perswaded
               were
               
                 to
                 hate
              
            
             
               Thy self
               ,
               and
               so
               thy self
               excruciat
               ,
            
             
               For
               others
               errors
               :
               this
               is
               somewhat
               strange
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               our
               thoughts
               ,
               
                 a
                 very
                 poor
                 revenge
              
               ,
            
             
               Give
               orders
               ,
               pray
               then
               ,
               to
               thy
               
                 preaching
                 men
              
               ,
            
             
               Who
               in
               this
               World
               spend
               much
               talk
               in
               vain
               ,
            
             
               
                 To
                 spare
                 their
                 lungs
              
               ,
               for
               they
               shall
               ne'r
               perswade
            
             
               Any
               of
               us
               ,
               that
               thou
               a
               soul
               hast
               made
               ,
            
             
               A
               subtile
               Idea
               ,
               a
               thing
               Divine
               ,
            
             
               Limbeck'd
               to
               th'
               hight
               ,
               sublimat
               
                 sopra
                 fine
              
               ,
            
             
               To
               be
               destroyed
               eternally
               :
            
             
               No
               let
               us
               live
               ,
               say
               they
               ,
               even
               as
               we
               please
               ,
            
             
               On
               Earth
               ,
               let
               us
               enjoy
               our
               mirth
               and
               ease
               ,
            
             
               Not
               all
               thy
               art
               our
               pleasures
               shall
               controle
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               shall
               
                 the
                 silly
                 notion
                 of
                 a
                 soul
                 ,
              
            
             
               Ever
               be
               able
               in
               the
               least
               to
               check
            
             
               What
               we
               resolve
               ,
               by
               what
               we
               may
               expect
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 Pray
                 who
                 's
                 this
                 God
              
               ,
               say
               they
               ,
               let
               's
               understand
               
            
             
               
                 Who
                 's
                 this
                 Almighty
                 Lord
              
               ,
               at
               whose
               command
            
             
               We
               all
               must
               live
               ,
               and
               dy
               ?
               pray
               let
               us
               know
            
             
               
                 Who
                 is
                 this
                 Prince
              
               ,
               to
               whom
               all
               here
               below
            
             
               Must
               pay
               such
               homage
               ?
               who
               's
               this
               Heavenly
               King
               ,
            
             
               To
               whom
               all
               Mortals
               on
               their
               knees
               must
               bring
            
             
               Their
               
                 praying
                 tribute
              
               ,
               twice
               a
               day
               at
               least
               ,
            
             
               And
               once
               a
               week
               give
               audience
               to
               some
               Priest
               ,
            
             
               Who
               calls
               himself
               
                 this
                 Kings
                 Ambassador
              
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               he
               repeats
               his
               Message
               o'r
               and
               o'r
               ,
            
             
               In
               such
               a
               saucy
               ,
               and
               incensing
               strain
               ,
            
             
             
               As
               those
               who
               hear
               him
               hardlie
               can
               abstain
            
             
               From
               choller
               ,
               when
               he
               is
               so
               bold
               to
               say
               ,
            
             
               
                 All
                 men
                 shall
                 be
                 chastis'd
                 ,
                 who
                 do
                 not
                 pray
              
            
             
               
                 To
                 this
                 Great
                 God
              
               :
               —
               —
            
             
               For
               what
               end
               should
               we
               pray
               who
               stand
               in
               need
            
             
               Of
               nothing
               from
               him
               ,
               those
               whose
               dailie
               bread
            
             
               Comes
               from
               his
               Table
               ,
               those
               who
               do
               possess
            
             
               No
               part
               of
               earthlie
               Joy
               and
               happiness
               ,
            
             
               As
               we
               do
               all
               :
               those
               whom
               unluckie
               fate
            
             
               Has
               plung'd
               into
               a
               miserable
               state
               ,
            
             
               Those
               men
               may
               lie
               a
               begging
               at
               Heavens
               Gate
               .
            
             
               But
               ,
               as
               for
               us
               ,
               who
               live
               in
               afluence
               ,
            
             
               Who
               spend
               our
               time
               in
               great
               convenience
               ,
            
             
               Why
               should
               we
               pray
               ?
               what
               can
               he
               give
               us
               more
               ,
            
             
               Than
               we
               enjoy
               ,
               nay
               whom
               should
               we
               adore
               ?
            
             
               Shall
               we
               adore
               an
               
                 unknown
                 Prince
              
               ,
               who
               shrouds
            
             
               Himself
               behind
               the
               Curtains
               of
               the
               Clouds
               ?
            
             
               And
               treats
               the
               Sons
               of
               Men
               with
               such
               Disgrace
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               disdains
               to
               let
               us
               see
               his
               face
               .
            
             
               The
               
                 Sun
                 ,
                 and
                 Moon
              
               ,
               we
               know
               ,
               and
               dailie
               see
               ,
            
             
               But
               for
               
                 this
                 God
                 of
                 Heaven
              
               ,
               pray
               who
               is
               he
               ?
            
             
               Or
               if
               such
               adoration
               ,
               we
               allow
               him
               ,
            
             
               What
               profit
               shall
               we
               make
               by
               praying
               to
               him
               ?
            
             
               Have
               any
               fortunes
               by
               this
               praying
               made
               ?
            
             
               Are
               anie
               wealthie
               by
               this
               
                 idle
                 trade
              
               ?
            
             
               Do
               not
               we
               see
               ,
               how
               those
               ,
               who
               dailie
               call
            
             
               On
               
                 this
                 same
                 God
              
               are
               miserable
               all
               ?
            
             
               Poor
               ,
               and
               Deform'd
               ,
               Contemptible
               ,
               and
               Mean
               ,
            
             
               By
               want
               of
               food
               ,
               most
               scandalouslie
               lean
               :
            
             
               Praying
               ,
               and
               sleeping
               
                 by
                 a
                 formal
                 Rule
              
               ,
            
             
               Treated
               by
               all
               the
               world
               
                 in
                 Ridicule
              
               .
            
             
               Why
               then
               should
               we
               to
               him
               our selves
               applie
               ,
            
             
               Who
               live
               in
               Wealth
               ,
               
                 since
                 onlie
                 Povertie
              
            
             
               
                 Is
                 the
                 return
                 of
                 Prayer
              
               ?
               shall
               we
               request
            
             
               That
               we
               may
               become
               such
               ?
               no
               let
               us
               wast
            
             
               Our
               Years
               in
               mirth
               ,
               and
               not
               our selves
               betray
            
             
               To
               miserie
               ,
               
                 but
                 chase
                 all
                 cares
                 away
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 By
                 frolick
                 sports
                 ,
                 whilst
                 Fools
                 and
                 Beggars
                 pray
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               such
               ,
               even
               such
               the
               God
               of
               Heavens
               doth
               bless
               ,
               
            
             
               Such
               
                 cursed
                 things
              
               in
               Honour
               ,
               Wealth
               ,
               and
               Peace
               ,
            
             
               Do
               flourish
               here
               on
               earth
               ,
               those
               wretched
               men
            
             
               Have
               in
               their
               lives
               no
               reason
               to
               complain
               :
            
             
               They
               know
               no
               judgments
               ,
               nor
               afflictions
               they
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               '
               those
               ,
               who
               from
               their
               tender
               Years
               do
               pray
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               Devotion
               earlie
               exercise
            
             
               Their
               spirits
               ,
               are
               involv'd
               in
               miseries
               ,
            
             
               For
               shame
               forbear
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               then
               to
               assert
            
             
               
                 That
                 punishments
                 are
                 meerlie
                 by
                 desert
              
            
             
               Inflicted
               ,
               when
               the
               contrair
               doth
               appear
               ,
            
             
               By
               what
               I
               've
               said
               so
               evident
               ,
               and
               clear
               :
            
             
               Nor
               would
               I
               ,
               my
               dear
               friends
               ,
               you
               should
               mistake
            
             
               My
               meaning
               ,
               or
               suppose
               by
               what
               I
               speak
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               I
               express
               how
               happy
               
                 those
                 men
                 are
              
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               envie
               them
               ,
               or
               i'
               th'
               least
               appear
            
             
             
               To
               harbour
               any
               thoughts
               of
               discontent
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               those
               means
               plentie
               ,
               with
               my
               punishment
               ,
            
             
               And
               wretched
               state
               of
               life
               ,
               I
               do
               compare
               ,
            
             
               
                 Or
                 that
                 I
                 would
                 be
                 happy
                 as
                 they
                 are
                 .
              
            
             
               No
               ,
               God
               forbid
               ,
               that
               I
               should
               entertain
            
             
               Such
               impious
               thoughts
               ,
               or
               any
               way
               complain
            
             
               Of
               Gods
               good
               Dispensations
               :
               —
               —
            
             
               No
               ,
               I
               'm
               so
               far
               from
               that
               ,
               as
               seriouslie
            
             
               I
               think
               ,
               what
               those
               men
               call
               Prosperitie
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               not
               deserve
               the
               name
               of
               happiness
               ,
            
             
               But
               is
               at
               best
               ,
               but
               like
               a
               gentle
               breeze
               ,
            
             
               Which
               blowes
               before
               a
               Storm
               :
               I
               do
               believe
            
             
               What
               those
               poor
               Souls
               ,
               do
               fillilie
               conceive
               .
            
             
               
                 To
                 be
                 the
                 true
                 supream
                 Felicity
              
            
             
               
                 Is
                 on
                 the
                 matter
                 ,
                 down-right
                 Misery
                 .
              
            
             
               O
               let
               those
               mens
               prosperity
               to
               me
            
             
               Be
               never
               known
               :
               let
               these
               eyes
               never
               see
            
             
               Plenty
               on
               earth
               ,
               as
               I
               have
               seen
               before
               ,
            
             
               Let
               my
               kind
               Maker
               never
               me
               restore
               ,
            
             
               To
               anie
               thing
               which
               men
               call
               happiness
               ,
            
             
               Rather
               than
               I
               should
               be
               as
               one
               of
               those
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               now
               my
               friends
               ,
               as
               I
               have
               thus
               express'd
               
            
             
               How
               much
               the
               wicked
               in
               this
               life
               are
               bless'd
               ,
            
             
               So
               I
               would
               have
               yow
               know
               that
               what
               I
               say
               ,
            
             
               I
               do
               not
               as
               
                 a
                 firm
                 position
              
               lay
               :
            
             
               Nor
               do
               I
               think
               it
               proper
               on
               my
               part
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               should
               so
               tenaciouslie
               assert
            
             
               That
               all
               such
               prosper
               ,
               as
               you
               stifflie
               plead
               ,
            
             
               That
               such
               by
               him
               ,
               are
               onlie
               punished
               .
            
             
               No
               ,
               my
               good
               friends
               ,
               I
               am
               not
               to
               maintain
            
             
               A
               point
               ,
               whereof
               the
               contrair
               is
               so
               plain
               ;
            
             
               I
               'm
               not
               so
               much
               in
               love
               with
               vain
               debate
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               am
               so
               wedded
               to
               my
               own
               conceit
               ,
            
             
               As
               you
               appear
               to
               be
               ,
               that
               I
               should
               call
            
             
               What
               I
               have
               said
               ,
               
                 so
                 purelie
                 general
              
               ,
            
             
               As
               it
               of
               no
               exception
               can
               admit
               ,
            
             
               No
               ,
               I
               do
               not
               pretend
               to
               so
               much
               wit
               ,
            
             
               As
               to
               maintain
               ,
               
                 with
                 Reasons
                 full
                 extent
              
               ,
            
             
               The
               truth
               of
               such
               
                 a
                 foolish
                 Argument
              
               .
            
             
               For
               I
               do
               onlie
               say
               that
               some
               ,
               not
               all
            
             
               Of
               those
               same
               men
               ,
               whom
               you
               do
               wicked
               call
               ,
            
             
               Are
               bless'd
               on
               earth
               :
               because
               I
               understand
            
             
               As
               well
               as
               you
               ,
               that
               on
               the
               other
               hand
               ,
            
             
               Many
               of
               them
               do
               in
               this
               life
               sustain
            
             
               The
               Wrath
               of
               God
               ;
               and
               undergo
               much
               Pain
               ,
            
             
               Much
               Hatred
               ,
               much
               Contempt
               ,
               and
               Povertie
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               here
               on
               earth
               ;
               and
               suffer
               Miserie
               ,
            
             
               In
               its
               extream
               Degree
               :
               I
               know
               that
               some
            
             
               Unhappie
               men
               are
               whollie
               overcome
            
             
               With
               Plagues
               ,
               and
               Sorrows
               ,
               and
               before
               they
               die
               ,
            
             
               Reap
               the
               reward
               of
               their
               impietie
               .
            
             
               Though
               such
               as
               in
               this
               earth
               are
               punished
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               afflictions
               terrors
               visited
               ,
            
             
               Are
               not
               so
               numerous
               ,
               if
               we
               do
               compare
            
             
             
               Their
               list
               with
               those
               on
               Earth
               ,
               who
               blessed
               are
               .
            
             
               How
               oft
               ,
               pray
               ,
               do
               we
               see
               such
               
                 sinful
                 men
              
               ,
            
             
               Expos'd
               to
               Gods
               displeasure
               ?
               one
               of
               ten
            
             
               Perhaps
               are
               so
               :
               't
               is
               true
               ,
               when
               God
               doth
               fall
            
             
               Upon
               those
               villanous
               men
               ,
               root
               ,
               branch
               ,
               and
               all
               ,
            
             
               He
               doth
               destroy
               ,
               their
               glory
               quickly
               dyes
               ,
            
             
               As
               doth
               the
               spark
               from
               flame
               that
               upward
               flyes
               ,
            
             
               Or
               as
               
                 the
                 light
                 of
                 Candle
              
               ,
               when
               its
               head
            
             
               Is
               turned
               down
               ,
               is
               soon
               extinguished
               ,
            
             
               It
               s
               splendid
               lustre
               instantly
               is
               spent
               ,
            
             
               Evaporating
               
                 in
                 a
                 noisome
                 scent
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               As
               Chaff
               ,
               or
               Stuble
               ,
               driven
               'fore
               the
               Wind
               ,
               
            
             
               Scattered
               along
               the
               Fields
               we
               daily
               find
               ,
            
             
               Such
               ,
               when
               God
               is
               incens'd
               shall
               be
               the
               state
            
             
               Of
               
                 those
                 poor
                 men
              
               ,
               they
               shall
               be
               dissipat
            
             
               Upon
               the
               face
               of
               Earth
               ,
               their
               Families
            
             
               Shall
               go
               to
               ruine
               ,
               and
               their
               Memories
            
             
               Shall
               with
               themselves
               expire
               ,
               their
               former
               glory
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               not
               be
               entred
               
                 in
                 the
                 Page
                 of
                 Story
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Nay
               ,
               that
               they
               may
               be
               further
               punished
               ,
               
            
             
               Their
               misery
               shall
               not
               be
               limited
            
             
               To
               their
               own
               persons
               ,
               for
               before
               their
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               They
               shall
               perceive
               horrid
               calamities
               ,
            
             
               Invading
               of
               their
               so
               late
               happy
               Race
               ,
            
             
               Destroy
               their
               pleasures
               ,
               and
               disturb
               their
               peace
               .
            
             
               Shall
               see
               their
               
                 dearest
                 Children
              
               beg
               their
               Bread
               ,
            
             
               And
               
                 with
                 sad
                 roots
              
               ,
               their
               hungry
               Stomachs
               feed
               .
            
             
               Shall
               see
               them
               scattered
               every
               where
               abroad
               ,
            
             
               Sitting
               half-naked
               
                 in
                 each
                 common
                 Road
              
               ,
            
             
               With
               lift
               up
               hands
               most
               lamentably
               cry
               ,
            
             
               For
               Alms
               ,
               from
               every
               one
               that
               passeth
               by
               .
            
          
           
             
               All
               this
               they
               shall
               perceive
               ,
               and
               quickly
               know
               ,
               
            
             
               When
               God
               for
               any
               man
               designs
               a
               blow
               ,
            
             
               
                 Though
                 he
                 's
                 long-suffering
                 ,
                 and
                 slow
                 to
                 wrath
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 takes
                 no
                 pleasure
                 in
                 a
                 sinners
                 death
                 :
              
            
             
               Yet
               when
               his
               Choller
               once
               begins
               to
               rise
               ,
            
             
               Judgements
               like
               Lightnings
               issue
               from
               hit
               Eyes
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               these
               wretches
               ,
               which
               with
               sudden
               flash
               ,
            
             
               Them
               and
               their
               issue
               all
               to
               pieces
               dash
               :
            
             
               
                 For
                 when
                 Heavens
                 Monarch
                 doth
                 in
                 wrath
                 appear
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 His
                 Judgements
                 are
                 so
                 heavy
                 and
                 severe
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 No
                 Mortal
                 Shoulders
                 can
                 his
                 loadnings
                 bear
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               And
               where
               they
               'd
               cheer
               their
               spirits
               formerly
               ,
               
            
             
               With
               expectation
               ,
               that
               their
               memory
            
             
               Might
               be
               preserved
               ,
               and
               men
               may
               clearly
               read
            
             
               
                 Their
                 glorious
                 names
              
               ingrav'd
               ,
               when
               they
               were
               dead
               ,
            
             
               I'
               th'
               several
               Fore-heads
               of
               their
               fruitful
               Race
               ,
            
             
               Which
               might
               proclaim
               their
               worth
               from
               place
               to
               place
               .
            
             
               Alace
               what
               pleasure
               now
               can
               these
               men
               have
               ?
            
             
               When
               all
               their
               Race
               is
               swallowed
               by
               the
               Grave
            
             
               In
               their
               own
               time
               ?
               when
               all
               their
               pleasure
               dyes
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               their
               memories
               are
               before
               their
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               By
               th'
               very
               hand
               of
               God
               obliterat
               ,
            
             
               So
               that
               no
               vestige
               of
               their
               former
               state
            
             
             
               Doth
               now
               remain
               :
               and
               they
               are
               in
               their
               prime
               ,
            
             
               (
               E're
               they
               're
               well
               entred
               
                 in
                 the
                 books
                 of
                 Time
              
               ,
               )
            
             
               Shiffled
               out
               of
               the
               World
               ,
               and
               quickly
               sent
            
             
               
                 To
                 their
                 so
                 oft
                 derided
                 punishment
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Since
               then
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               our
               God
               is
               pleas'd
               to
               blesse
               
            
             
               
                 Some
                 sinful
                 wretches
              
               ,
               letting
               them
               possesse
            
             
               All
               pleasures
               here
               on
               Earth
               ,
               and
               makes
               them
               dye
            
             
               As
               they
               had
               liv'd
               ,
               
                 in
                 soft
                 tranquillity
              
               .
            
             
               Whilst
               others
               of
               'em
               are
               so
               sore
               oppress
               't
            
             
               By
               plagues
               on
               Earth
               ,
               as
               they
               can
               have
               no
               rest
               ,
            
             
               But
               wearied
               of
               their
               lives
               ,
               incessantly
            
             
               Cry
               our
               for
               help
               from
               death
               ,
               until
               they
               d●
               ▪
            
             
               Who
               's
               he
               dares
               say
               that
               none
               are
               punished
            
             
               But
               sinful
               men
               ?
               that
               God
               has
               limited
            
             
               His
               Judgements
               only
               to
               such
               men
               as
               these
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               all
               the
               truly
               godly
               live
               in
               peace
               ?
            
             
               What
               man
               is
               he
               will
               undertake
               to
               teach
            
             
               God
               what
               he
               ought
               to
               do
               ?
               or
               vainly
               preach
            
             
               Upon
               a
               text
               so
               far
               above
               his
               reach
               ?
            
             
               So
               then
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               I
               hope
               you
               will
               allow
               ,
            
             
               Th'
               Almighty
               God
               knowes
               better
               things
               then
               you
               ,
            
             
               And
               is
               not
               to
               be
               taught
               at
               any
               rate
               ,
            
             
               How
               he
               his
               Judgements
               should
               proportionat
               ,
            
             
               With
               this
               ,
               or
               t'other
               subject
               ,
               as
               you
               dream
               ,
            
             
               And
               
                 in
                 your
                 crazy
                 judgements
              
               do
               esteem
               .
            
             
               No
               ,
               no
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               as
               God
               doth
               fully
               know
               ,
            
             
               So
               he
               doth
               fully
               judge
               
                 both
                 high
                 ,
                 and
                 low
              
               .
            
             
               Even
               as
               he
               pleaseth
               :
               nor
               can
               
                 humane
                 wit
              
            
             
               Prescribe
               to
               God
               methods
               so
               just
               and
               fit
               ,
            
             
               
                 As
                 he
                 doth
                 use
                 ,
                 in
                 all
                 his
                 dispensations
              
            
             
               
                 Upon
                 the
                 sons
                 of
                 men
              
               .
               —
            
             
               Yet
               must
               we
               not
               imagine
               ,
               or
               suppose
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               who
               all
               men
               most
               exactly
               knows
               ,
            
             
               Who
               all
               things
               fram'd
               ,
               who
               all
               things
               did
               create
               ,
            
             
               Who
               judges
               men
               ,
               
                 of
                 every
                 rank
                 and
                 state
              
               ,
            
             
               With
               a
               true
               knowledge
               ,
               and
               deliberatly
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               should
               let
               his
               plagues
               
                 at
                 random
                 fly
              
               ,
            
             
               On
               this
               or
               t'other
               ,
               as
               it
               were
               by
               chance
               ,
            
             
               
                 No
                 ,
                 none
                 are
                 punish'd
                 but
                 by
                 ordinance
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 firm
                 decree
                 of
                 Heaven
              
               ,
               in
               which
               doth
               shine
               ,
            
             
               The
               glory
               of
               his
               Majesty
               Divine
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               though
               indeed
               we
               cannot
               understand
               
            
             
               The
               Almighties
               ways
               ,
               when
               we
               perceive
               his
               hand
            
             
               Sometimes
               on
               this
               ,
               sometimes
               on
               t'other
               fall
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               he
               did
               observe
               no
               rule
               at
               all
               ,
            
             
               In
               governing
               o'
               th'
               World
               ;
               yet
               if
               we
               do
               ,
            
             
               In
               sad
               sobriety
               ,
               observe
               but
               how
            
             
               He
               lets
               some
               live
               in
               wealth
               and
               happinesse
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               others
               ,
               in
               great
               sorrow
               ,
               and
               distresse
               ,
            
             
               Consume
               their
               days
               :
               how
               some
               in
               peace
               do
               dye
            
             
               Larded
               with
               riches
               ,
               to
               whom
               penury
            
             
               Was
               never
               known
               ;
               whose
               calm
               and
               quiet
               years
               ,
            
             
               Void
               of
               all
               cares
               ,
               anxieties
               ,
               and
               fears
               ,
            
             
               In
               a
               course
               so
               serene
               ,
               so
               smooth
               ,
               and
               slow
               ,
            
             
             
               As
               streams
               do
               gentlie
               through
               the
               Meadows
               flow
               ,
            
             
               Slide
               softlie
               to
               the
               grave
               ,
               as
               one
               should
               think
            
             
               
                 Those
                 men
                 knew
                 nothing
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 eat
                 and
                 drink
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               How
               with
               such
               plentie
               those
               same
               men
               are
               blest
               ,
               
            
             
               As
               scarce
               by
               
                 Humane
                 Art
              
               can
               be
               exprest
               ;
            
             
               Their
               bodies
               healthful
               ,
               strong
               and
               vigorous
               ,
            
             
               As
               tempered
               Steel
               ,
               nothing
               obnoxious
            
             
               To
               th'
               force
               of
               anie
               
                 violent
                 disease
              
               ,
            
             
               But
               as
               they
               liv'd
               ,
               so
               go
               to
               death
               with
               ease
               ,
            
             
               Their
               breasts
               with
               milk
               ,
               their
               bones
               with
               marrow
               fall
            
             
               In
               earthlie
               pleasures
               become
               
                 soft
                 and
                 dull
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Whilst
               others
               of
               those
               men
               our
               God
               permits
               
            
             
               To
               live
               ,
               and
               die
               ,
               in
               such
               tormenting
               fits
               ,
            
             
               
                 Of
                 Poverty
                 ,
                 Fear
                 ,
                 and
                 Anxiety
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 With
                 all
                 the
                 species
                 of
                 Adversity
                 .
              
            
             
               As
               all
               their
               lives
               ,
               
                 they
                 have
                 no
                 other
                 fare
              
            
             
               
                 But
                 tears
              
               ,
               and
               do
               not
               know
               what
               pleasures
               are
               :
            
             
               In
               tears
               they
               sleep
               ,
               in
               tears
               they
               do
               awake
               ,
            
             
               Their
               hearts
               with
               sorrow
               alwaies
               seem
               to
               break
               ,
            
             
               Oppress
               't
               with
               tears
               ,
               and
               sighs
               ,
               they
               eat
               and
               drink
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               can
               their
               minds
               on
               anie
               pleasure
               think
               ,
            
             
               But
               in
               the
               bitter
               anguish
               of
               their
               Soul
               ,
            
             
               Conjure
               all
               living
               Creatures
               to
               condole
            
             
               
                 Their
                 sad
                 disasters
              
               ,
               fretting
               constantlie
            
             
               At
               others
               blessings
               ,
               
                 and
                 so
                 cursing
                 die
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Should
               we
               ,
               I
               say
               ,
               
                 in
                 serious
                 meditations
              
               ,
               
            
             
               Observe
               the
               course
               of
               Gods
               great
               Dispensations
               ,
            
             
               And
               carfully
               remark
               how
               all
               things
               go
            
             
               With
               wicked
               men
               ,
               we
               certainly
               would
               know
            
             
               That
               all
               Gods
               Wayes
               to
               our
               instruction
               tend
               ,
            
             
               For
               if
               of
               both
               these
               we
               behold
               the
               end
               ,
            
             
               
                 Why
                 all
                 are
                 huddled
                 in
                 the
                 dust
                 together
              
               ;
            
             
               Where
               home-bred-worms
               have
               no
               regard
               to
               either
               ;
            
             
               Nor
               make
               distinction
               betwixt
               anie
               there
               ,
            
             
               But
               look
               on
               all
               flesh
               
                 as
                 their
                 ordinar
              
               ,
            
             
               What
               ever
               price
               men
               put
               upon
               it
               ;
               hence
            
             
               On
               rich
               and
               poor
               ,
               
                 with
                 great
                 indifference
              
               ,
            
             
               As
               
                 on
                 their
                 daily
                 Commons
              
               ,
               they
               do
               feed
               ,
            
             
               Considering
               no
               more
               ,
               but
               
                 that
                 such
                 are
                 dead
              
               .
            
             
               So
               that
               ,
               as
               in
               the
               grave
               we
               cannot
               know
               ▪
            
             
               Whether
               those
               men
               were
               punished
               or
               no
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               here
               on
               life
               ,
               with
               peace
               and
               plentie
               blest
               ,
            
             
               Or
               whether
               ne're
               ,
               while
               now
               ,
               enjoying
               rest
               .
            
             
               Even
               so
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               we
               cannot
               understand
            
             
               The
               various
               motions
               of
               
                 Gods
                 mighty
                 hand
              
               ;
            
             
               Nor
               give
               a
               reason
               ,
               why
               this
               wicked
               man
               ,
            
             
               Not
               that
               is
               punish'd
               ,
               more
               than
               anie
               can
            
             
               Assign
               a
               reason
               ,
               why
               God
               did
               creat
            
             
               Mans
               body
               ,
               in
               such
               vigour
               ,
               form
               ,
               and
               state
               ,
            
             
               
                 Only
                 to
                 become
                 silly
                 insects
                 meat
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               And
               now
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               that
               I
               have
               argued
               
            
             
               So
               fullie
               on
               the
               case
               ,
               and
               laboured
            
             
               To
               state
               the
               question
               betwixt
               you
               ,
               and
               me
            
             
               So
               clearlie
               ,
               't
               is
               because
               I
               plainlie
               see
            
             
             
               All
               your
               Discourse
               ,
               since
               first
               you
               hither
               came
               ,
            
             
               (
               Though
               modestlie
               you
               do
               forbear
               to
               name
            
             
               The
               persons
               ,
               whom
               you
               mean
               )
               is
               reallie
            
             
               Design'd
               for
               me
               ,
               
                 and
                 my
                 poor
                 familie
              
               ;
            
             
               For
               I
               perceive
               by
               all
               your
               Rhetorick
               ,
            
             
               (
               Whose
               nauseous
               Tropes
               would
               make
               one
               trulie
               sick
               ,
            
             
               Who
               's
               in
               good
               Health
               ,
               )
               that
               all
               you
               do
               intend
            
             
               Is
               not
               to
               comfort
               ,
               but
               condemn
               your
               friend
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               ,
               though
               you
               'd
               with
               the
               fashion
               of
               the
               times
               ,
               
            
             
               
                 Conceal
                 the
                 persons
                 ,
                 but
                 reprove
                 the
                 crimes
              
               ;
            
             
               Yet
               ,
               when
               you
               tell
               me
               ever
               ,
               and
               anonn
               ,
            
             
               In
               your
               proud
               way
               ,
               
                 that
                 God
                 afflicteth
                 none
              
            
             
               
                 But
                 sinful
                 men
              
               ,
               and
               argue
               thence
               so
               much
            
             
               Since
               I
               'm
               afflicted
               ,
               I
               must
               sure
               be
               such
               .
            
             
               I
               then
               perceive
               that
               I
               am
               all
               the
               butt
            
             
               Of
               your
               Discourse
               .
               —
               —
            
             
               Why
               you
               had
               as
               good
               speak
               it
               plainlie
               out
               ,
            
             
               And
               not
               with
               so
               much
               cunning
               ,
               go
               about
            
             
               To
               palliate
               your
               thoughts
               ;
               for
               when
               you
               say
            
             
               
                 Where
                 's
                 now
                 this
                 Prince
                 ?
                 where
                 is
                 his
                 dwelling
                 ,
                 pray
                 ?
              
            
             
               
                 Where
                 's
                 he
                 ,
                 who
                 swelling
                 with
                 felicitie
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Was
                 l●telie
                 the
                 head
                 of
                 a
                 great
                 familie
                 ?
              
            
             
               
                 Where
                 's
                 he
                 ,
                 who
                 keep'd
                 his
                 Neighbours
                 all
                 in
                 aw
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 would
                 to
                 warring
                 Nations
                 give
                 Law
                 ?
              
            
             
               
                 He
                 who
                 so
                 late
                 ,
                 with
                 Glorie
                 and
                 Renown
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Dwelt
                 in
                 this
                 place
                 ,
                 pray
                 whither
                 is
                 he
                 gone
                 ?
              
            
             
               When
               thus
               ,
               I
               say
               you
               speak
               ,
               I
               clearlie
               do
            
             
               Perceive
               your
               meaning
               ,
               how
               that
               all
               of
               you
            
             
               Conclude
               ,
               that
               'cause
               the
               Hand
               of
               God
               doth
               lie
            
             
               Heavie
               upon
               me
               ,
               so
               undoubtedlie
            
             
               I
               must
               by
               all
               that
               know
               me
               be
               repute
            
             
               
                 The
                 worst
                 of
                 sinners
              
               ,
               and
               without
               dispute
            
             
               A
               person
               hated
               by
               Almightie
               God
               ,
            
             
               Because
               so
               beaten
               by
               his
               
                 angrie
                 rod.
              
               
            
          
           
             
               Why
               this
               is
               strange
               that
               you
               will
               still
               maintain
               
            
             
               
                 This
                 false
                 Position
              
               ,
               pray
               what
               do
               you
               mean
               ?
            
             
               Would
               you
               by
               this
               express
               your
               wit
               ,
               and
               show
            
             
               The
               world
               ,
               that
               whether
               this
               be
               true
               or
               no
               ,
            
             
               
                 Yet
                 't
                 is
                 enough
                 that
                 you
                 will
                 have
                 it
                 so
                 .
              
            
             
               In
               this
               if
               I
               should
               hate
               your
               Arrogance
               ,
            
             
               Or
               have
               compassion
               on
               your
               Ignorance
               ,
            
             
               I
               hardlie
               know
               :
               onlie
               I
               'le
               freelie
               say
            
             
               If
               you
               but
               ask
               the
               Traveller
               by
               the
               way
               ,
            
             
               Hee
               'l
               tell
               you
               that
               the
               things
               ,
               which
               you
               assert
               ,
            
             
               In
               such
               as
               you
               show
               neither
               Wit
               ,
               nor
               Art
               ,
            
             
               For
               't
               is
               a
               thing
               so
               generallie
               known
               ,
            
             
               That
               to
               this
               hour
               it
               is
               deni'd
               by
               none
               ,
            
             
               But
               you
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               
                 that
                 Gods
                 true
                 love
                 ,
                 or
                 hate
              
            
             
               
                 Is
                 not
                 at
                 all
                 to
                 be
                 commensurate
              
            
             
               
                 By
                 blessings
                 or
                 afflictions
                 ,
                 since
                 we
                 see
              
            
             
               How
               manie
               famous
               passages
               there
               be
            
             
               Extant
               ith'world
               to
               show
               how
               God
               doth
               bless
            
             
               Both
               just
               ,
               and
               wicked
               ,
               as
               all
               do
               confess
               ,
            
             
             
               That
               as
               of
               pious
               lives
               no
               argument
            
             
               From
               blessings
               can
               be
               drawn
               ,
               so
               punishment
            
             
               Infers
               not
               always
               guilt
               .
               —
            
             
               Be
               pleas'd
               my
               friends
               ,
               then
               to
               enquire
               I
               say
               ,
            
             
               Even
               
                 at
                 the
                 silly
                 Traveller
                 by
                 the
                 way
              
               ;
            
             
               He
               'll
               tell
               you
               plainly
               that
               he
               understands
               ,
            
             
               When
               travelling
               through
               our
               
                 neighbouring
                 Hills
                 ,
                 and
                 Sands
              
               ,
            
             
               Where
               numerous
               Tombs
               of
               sinful
               men
               are
               plac'd
               ,
            
             
               Not
               by
               consuming
               Time
               as
               yet
               defac'd
               ,
            
             
               Rang'd
               at
               some
               distance
               by
               the
               high-way
               side
               ,
            
             
               Serving
               him
               as
               so
               many
               Poles
               to
               guide
            
             
               Him
               him
               in
               his
               Road
               ;
               how
               underneath
               these
               stones
               ,
            
             
               The
               hateful
               Carrions
               ,
               and
               accursed
               Bones
            
             
               Of
               sinful
               wreches
               do
               securely
               rest
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               good
               men
               here
               with
               sorrows
               are
               opprest
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               'll
               tell
               you
               plainly
               that
               he
               thinks
               those
               men
               ,
               
            
             
               Though
               here
               on
               life
               ,
               they
               fully
               did
               attain
            
             
               To
               all
               the
               pleasures
               ,
               which
               they
               could
               project
               ,
            
             
               And
               dy'd
               in
               peace
               ,
               yet
               can
               they
               not
               expect
            
             
               To
               rest
               for
               ever
               ,
               for
               in
               Cells
               of
               Death
               ,
            
             
               They
               're
               only
               keep'd
               ,
               unto
               
                 the
                 day
                 of
                 wrath
              
               .
            
             
               Unto
               the
               day
               when
               all
               the
               World
               around
               ,
            
             
               Th'
               Almighty
               
                 King
                 of
                 Heavens
              
               by
               Trumpet
               sound
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               summon
               every
               Mortal
               to
               appear
               ,
            
             
               At
               
                 Bar
                 of
                 Justice
              
               ,
               where
               each
               one
               may
               hear
            
             
               The
               history
               of
               his
               life
               in
               publick
               read
               ,
            
             
               And
               then
               accordingly
               be
               punished
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               his
               sins
               ;
               then
               ,
               then
               ,
               those
               wretched
               men
            
             
               Shall
               be
               condemned
               to
               perpetual
               pain
               ;
            
             
               And
               stead
               of
               Graves
               ,
               wherein
               their
               Bones
               do
               dwell
               ,
            
             
               They
               shall
               be
               quartered
               in
               the
               
                 Pit
                 of
                 Hell.
              
               
            
          
           
             
               Now
               then
               ,
               that
               I
               may
               to
               a
               period
               
            
             
               Draw
               my
               discourse
               ,
               we
               see
               how
               th'
               mighty
               God
            
             
               Thinks
               fit
               ,
               not
               only
               in
               his
               Providence
               ,
            
             
               To
               let
               some
               wicked
               livers
               travel
               hence
               ,
            
             
               As
               they
               desire
               ,
               but
               even
               those
               hateful
               men
               ,
            
             
               Who
               so
               by
               force
               of
               laws
               their
               sins
               maintain
               ,
            
             
               As
               none
               dare
               of
               their
               injuries
               complain
               :
            
             
               Even
               those
               he
               suffers
               to
               depart
               in
               peace
               ,
            
             
               And
               lets
               their
               sinful
               Bodies
               rest
               at
               ease
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               lets
               them
               under
               stately
               Tomb-stones
               ly
               ,
               
            
             
               Admir'd
               by
               every
               one
               that
               passeth
               by
               .
            
             
               Their
               Statues
               too
               in
               Brasse
               ,
               or
               Marble
               wrought
               ,
            
             
               With
               great
               expence
               ,
               and
               toil
               ,
               from
               far
               are
               brought
               ,
            
             
               And
               plac'd
               upon
               
                 those
                 glorious
                 Monuments
              
               ,
            
             
               To
               serve
               to
               all
               that
               view
               ,
               as
               arguments
            
             
               Of
               their
               
                 fine
                 Grandour
              
               ,
               all
               their
               Honours
               too
               ,
            
             
               Are
               fix't
               about
               them
               ,
               to
               demonstrat
               how
            
             
               They
               liv'd
               in
               Earth
               ,
               and
               all
               do
               serve
               t'
               expresse
            
             
               Their
               worldly
               splendor
               ,
               pomp
               ,
               and
               happinesse
               .
            
          
           
             
               Here
               in
               Earths
               bowels
               they
               shall
               sweetly
               rest
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               as
               in
               life
               ,
               so
               in
               their
               death
               be
               bless'd
               ,
            
             
               The
               slimy
               clods
               shall
               then
               become
               their
               beds
               ,
            
             
               Where
               ,
               as
               on
               pillows
               ,
               they
               shall
               lay
               their
               heads
               ,
            
             
             
               To
               the
               same
               place
               all
               mankind
               shall
               repair
            
             
               As
               were
               before
               them
               ,
               many
               thousands
               there
               .
            
          
           
             
               Since
               then
               ,
               I
               say
               ,
               we
               see
               how
               providence
               
            
             
               Doth
               not
               at
               all
               times
               favour
               innocence
               :
            
             
               But
               that
               our
               God
               is
               oftimes
               pleas'd
               to
               bless
            
             
               Even
               
                 the
                 professors
                 of
                 gross
                 wickedness
              
               :
            
             
               Why
               would
               you
               undertake
               to
               comfort
               me
            
             
               By
               such
               discourse
               ,
               in
               which
               I
               plainly
               see
            
             
               The
               strength
               of
               all
               your
               arguments
               doth
               lie
            
             
               That
               cause
               afflicted
               of
               impiety
            
             
               I
               'me
               guilty
               ,
               which
               I
               constantly
               deny
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Cap.
             XXII
             .
          
           
             
               NOW
               one
               might
               think
               after
               so
               long
               debate
               
            
             
               With
               so
               much
               counter-arguing
               ,
               and
               such
               heat
            
             
               Upon
               the
               subject
               ,
               where
               those
               Learned
               men
            
             
               With
               all
               their
               Art
               endeavoured
               to
               maintain
               ,
            
             
               That
               all
               the
               Plagues
               ,
               and
               woes
               which
               God
               had
               sent
            
             
               Upon
               their
               friend
               ,
               were
               but
               due
               punishment
            
             
               For
               his
               
                 foul
                 sins
              
               ,
               because
               they
               firmly
               laid
            
             
               This
               for
               a
               maxime
               ,
               
                 that
                 none
                 suffered
              
            
             
               
                 At
                 th'
                 hand
                 of
                 God
                 ,
                 but
                 wicked
                 men
                 alone
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 that
                 by
                 such
                 distinctions
                 they
                 were
                 known
              
            
             
               
                 From
                 upright
                 men
              
               ,
               and
               so
               would
               fain
               perswade
            
             
               Th'
               afflicted
               man
               ,
               that
               he
               had
               merited
            
             
               All
               he
               did
               undergo
               ;
               and
               with
               what
               art
            
             
               On
               th'
               other
               hand
               he
               laboured
               to
               assert
            
             
               His
               innocence
               ,
               and
               without
               heat
               ,
               or
               passion
               ,
            
             
               Did
               prove
               by
               many
               a
               lively
               demonstration
               ,
            
             
               
                 That
                 where
                 mens
                 antecedent
                 sins
                 did
                 call
              
            
             
               
                 For
                 punishment
                 ,
                 on
                 earth
                 ,
                 yet
                 after
                 all
              
            
             
               
                 Heavens
                 gracious
                 Monarch
                 freely
                 did
                 permit
              
            
             
               
                 Those
                 men
                 to
                 live
                 ,
                 and
                 dy
                 ,
                 as
                 they
                 thought
                 sit
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Whilst
                 pious
                 men
                 were
                 often
                 visited
              
            
             
               
                 With
                 sad
                 afflictions
                 ,
                 and
                 overlaid
              
            
             
               
                 With
                 plagues
                 ,
                 and
                 torments
                 :
                 and
                 that
                 some
                 of
                 those
              
            
             
               
                 Whom
                 they
                 call'd
                 sinful
                 ,
                 suffered
                 many
                 woes
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Even
                 in
                 this
                 life
              
               ;
               from
               whence
               he
               did
               conclude
            
             
               What
               they
               affirm'd
               ,
               must
               not
               be
               understood
            
             
               To
               be
               
                 a
                 general
                 rule
              
               ,
               which
               did
               admit
            
             
               Of
               
                 no
                 exception
              
               ;
               and
               that
               all
               their
               wit
            
             
               Was
               mis-imploy'd
               on
               such
               an
               argument
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               they
               'd
               surely
               fail
               of
               their
               intent
               ,
            
             
               If
               by
               the
               threatning
               of
               their
               Eloquence
               ,
            
             
               They
               thought
               to
               fright
               him
               from
               his
               Innocence
               ;
            
             
               One
               might
               ha'
               thought
               ,
               I
               say
               ,
               those
               learned
               men
            
             
               Would
               now
               no
               longer
               labour
               to
               maintain
            
             
               A
               thing
               not
               only
               so
               ofttimes
               deny'd
               ,
            
             
               But
               prov'd
               so
               learn'dly
               to
               be
               false
               beside
               ;
            
             
             
               Yet
               will
               they
               not
               their
               arguing
               give
               o're
               ,
            
             
               But
               still
               assert
               ,
               as
               stiffly
               ,
               as
               before
               ,
            
             
               Their
               former
               Doctrine
               :
               for
               to
               all
               was
               said
            
             
               
                 The
                 Temanite
                 this
                 stubborn
                 answer
                 made
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Why
               ,
               friend
               ,
               sayes
               he
               ,
               I
               have
               ,
               with
               patience
               ,
               
            
             
               Heard
               thee
               descant
               upon
               thy
               Innocence
               :
            
             
               I
               've
               heard
               thee
               talk
               much
               like
               
                 those
                 quibbling
                 fools
              
               ,
            
             
               Who
               for
               the
               reputation
               of
               their
               Schools
               ,
            
             
               Will
               upon
               any
               subject
               frame
               debate
               ,
            
             
               And
               even
               deny
               what
               is
               homologat
            
             
               By
               all
               the
               knowing
               World
               :
               
                 who
                 will
                 assert
              
            
             
               
                 Falshoid
                 it self
                 ,
                 t'
                 express
                 their
                 prurient
                 art
                 :
              
            
             
               And
               argue
               pro
               ,
               or
               con
               ,
               on
               what
               you
               will
               ,
            
             
               (
               As
               Juglers
               shift
               their
               Balls
               ,
               to
               show
               their
               skill
               :
               )
            
             
               Nay
               they
               'll
               not
               stick
               to
               prove
               by
               argument
               ,
            
             
               
                 That
                 the
                 Sun
                 shines
                 not
                 in
                 the
                 Firmament
              
               ;
            
             
               And
               by
               their
               pestilentious
               parts
               are
               able
            
             
               To
               make
               all
               things
               created
               disputable
               .
            
             
               So
               thou
               ,
               to
               show
               thy
               wit
               ,
               art
               not
               asham'd
            
             
               T'
               affirm
               such
               things
               as
               ought
               not
               to
               be
               nam'd
               .
            
             
               Thou
               tell'st
               us
               thou
               art
               pure
               ,
               and
               innocent
               ,
            
             
               And
               why
               should
               the
               Almighty
               thus
               torment
            
             
               
                 One
                 in
                 the
                 reputation
                 of
                 a
                 Saint
                 ?
              
            
             
               I
               see
               indeed
               thou
               fain
               wouldst
               us
               perswade
            
             
               'T
               is
               not
               for
               sin
               that
               thou
               art
               punished
               :
            
             
               No
               ,
               not
               at
               all
               ,
               for
               thou
               insistest
               much
            
             
               That
               thou
               art
               just
               ,
               and
               always
               hast
               been
               such
               ,
            
             
               Even
               in
               the
               hight
               of
               thy
               prosperity
               ,
            
             
               And
               still
               abhoredst
               all
               impiety
               :
            
             
               And
               being
               yet
               such
               (
               in
               thine
               own
               conceit
            
             
               At
               least
               )
               why
               thy
               Creator
               doth
               think
               fit
            
             
               T'
               afflict
               a
               man
               ,
               pure
               ,
               just
               ,
               and
               innocent
               ,
            
             
               Only
               to
               try
               a
               
                 new
                 experiment
              
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               may
               know
               how
               good
               men
               will
               behave
            
             
               Under
               his
               Rod
               ,
               not
               that
               men
               should
               conceive
            
             
               That
               all
               afflictions
               are
               th'reward
               of
               Sin
               ,
            
             
               No
               ,
               by
               no
               means
               ;
               for
               if
               they
               should
               begin
            
             
               To
               entertain
               such
               thoughts
               ,
               they
               might
               conclude
               ,
            
             
               The
               very
               Saints
               cannot
               be
               understood
            
             
               To
               have
               been
               just
               ,
               since
               none
               ere
               suffered
               ,
            
             
               In
               all
               the
               world
               more
               sorrows
               than
               they
               did
               :
            
             
               And
               then
               demandst
               us
               ,
               if
               God
               punish
               none
               ,
            
             
               As
               we
               affirm
               ,
               but
               sinful
               men
               alone
               :
            
             
               Why
               do
               these
               wretches
               ,
               who
               in
               sin
               abound
            
             
               Flourish
               on
               Earth
               ,
               why
               are
               so
               many
               found
            
             
               Guilty
               of
               Sin
               ,
               and
               yet
               not
               punished
               ?
            
             
               Why
               ,
               here
               's
               a
               contradiction
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               Sayst
               thou
               ,
               a
               Riddle
               ,
               which
               I
               cannot
               read
               .
            
             
               This
               is
               thy
               Doctrine
               ,
               in
               this
               error
               thou
            
             
               Endeavourest
               to
               maintain
               ,
               with
               much
               adoe
               ,
            
             
               
                 Thy
                 innocence
              
               ;
               but
               ,
               trust
               me
               ,
               't
               is
               in
               vain
            
             
               For
               we
               perceive
               how
               evident
               ,
               and
               plain
            
             
               Thy
               misdemeanours
               are
               ,
               —
            
             
               For
               even
               in
               this
               ,
               that
               thou
               so
               frequently
            
             
             
               Valuest
               thy self
               upon
               
                 thy
                 Piety
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               boast
               est
               so
               much
               of
               thy
               righteousness
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               sin'st
               ,
               though
               there
               were
               no
               more
               in
               the
               case
               :
            
             
               For
               I
               do
               lay
               it
               as
               a
               principle
               ,
            
             
               Beyond
               all
               question
               most
               infallible
               ,
            
             
               
                 That
                 let
                 a
                 man
                 be
                 never
                 so
                 devout
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Zealous
                 ,
                 and
                 just
                 in
                 heart
                 ,
                 it
                 booteth
                 not
                 :
              
            
             
               For
               this
               to
               God
               no
               profit
               doth
               afford
               ,
            
             
               It
               yields
               him
               no
               advantage
               ,
               in
               a
               word
               ,
            
             
               All
               we
               can
               do
               ,
               all
               that
               our
               hearts
               are
               able
            
             
               To
               muster
               out
               ,
               is
               no
               wayes
               profitable
            
             
               To
               our
               great
               God
               :
               for
               let
               us
               fast
               and
               pray
               ,
            
             
               Let
               us
               give
               alms
               ,
               and
               labour
               every
               day
            
             
               By
               all
               the
               lawful
               means
               ,
               which
               mortals
               use
            
             
               
                 To
                 make
                 their
                 Court
                 with
                 Heav'n
                 ,
              
               we
               but
               abuse
            
             
               Our
               judgements
               ,
               if
               by
               these
               we
               do
               suppose
            
             
               
                 To
                 merit
                 favour
                 of
                 him
              
               ,
               for
               God
               knows
               ,
            
             
               When
               we
               have
               labour'd
               and
               done
               all
               we
               can
               ,
            
             
               To
               serve
               our
               Maker
               ,
               be
               perform'd
               by
               man
               ;
            
             
               
                 Yet
                 one
                 with
                 reason
                 may
                 us
                 freely
                 call
              
            
             
               
                 Unprofitable
                 servants
                 after
                 all
              
               .
            
             
               For
               't
               is
               not
               so
               with
               God
               ,
               as
               't
               is
               with
               men
               ,
            
             
               Where
               one
               by
               parts
               ,
               and
               prudence
               may
               attain
            
             
               To
               profit
               ,
               and
               enrich
               his
               mind
               with
               all
            
             
               The
               Revenues
               of
               what
               we
               knowledge
               call
               .
            
             
               Or
               feast
               his
               Soul
               with
               Heavenly
               Contemplations
               ,
            
             
               And
               frequently
               imploy
               in
               Meditations
            
             
               His
               heart
               with
               pleasure
               ,
               and
               so
               happily
            
             
               Improve
               
                 the
                 noble
                 art
                 of
                 Piety
              
               .
            
             
               No
               ,
               no
               ,
               all
               these
               God
               values
               not
               a
               whit
            
             
               
                 Of
                 all
                 our
                 works
                 he
                 maks
                 no
                 benefit
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Then
               what
               avails
               it
               for
               a
               man
               to
               boast
               
            
             
               Of
               what
               God
               doth
               not
               value
               ?
               what
               at
               most
            
             
               Yields
               but
               some
               profit
               to
               himself
               ,
               and
               so
            
             
               I
               must
               with
               calmness
               tell
               thee
               ,
               that
               although
            
             
               Thou
               wert
               ev'n
               such
               ,
               as
               thou
               pretendst
               to
               be
            
             
               Just
               ,
               Upright
               ,
               Zealous
               ,
               and
               from
               Errors
               free
               ,
            
             
               (
               As
               we
               conceive
               thou
               are
               not
               :
               )
               yet
               alace
            
             
               Thus
               to
               brag
               of
               it
               as
               
                 a
                 great
                 trespass
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Next
               then
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               as
               he
               who
               sits
               on
               hie
               
            
             
               Reaps
               no
               advantage
               by
               thy
               Piety
               .
            
             
               So
               on
               the
               other
               hand
               ,
               I
               'd
               have
               thee
               know
               ,
            
             
               
                 He
                 fears
                 no
                 hurt
                 from
                 thee
                 ,
              
               nor
               doth
               he
               show
            
             
               Himself
               offended
               at
               thy
               righteousness
               ,
            
             
               As
               in
               thy
               passion
               thou
               dost
               oft
               express
               ;
            
             
               No
               ,
               no
               ,
               mistake
               it
               not
               ,
               for
               certainly
            
             
               
                 God
                 quarrels
                 no
                 man
                 for
                 integrity
                 ,
              
            
             
               Nor
               doth
               he
               think
               it
               is
               his
               interest
               ,
            
             
               That
               such
               an
               one
               as
               thou
               should
               be
               supprest
               ,
            
             
               Lest
               if
               perhaps
               thou
               shouldst
               become
               too
               wise
            
             
               His
               Majesty
               might
               suffer
               prejudice
            
             
               By
               thy
               practising
               with
               his
               enemies
               .
            
             
               For
               as
               th'
               Almighty
               doth
               not
               apprehend
            
             
               Thy
               merits
               to
               be
               such
               ,
               as
               do
               transcend
            
             
             
               The
               power
               of
               his
               reward
               ;
               —
               —
            
             
               So
               fears
               he
               not
               thou
               wilt
               become
               so
               great
               ,
            
             
               But
               that
               by
               
                 his
                 eternal
                 rules
                 of
                 State
              
               ,
            
             
               (
               Though
               thou
               shouldst
               to
               the
               Highest
               pitch
               attain
            
             
               In
               power
               with
               him
               ,
               can
               be
               acquir'd
               by
               men
               )
            
             
               Yet
               he
               with
               ease
               can
               take
               thee
               down
               again
               .
            
          
           
             
               Since
               then
               for
               what
               is
               good
               ,
               we
               plainly
               see
            
             
               The
               God
               of
               Justice
               doth
               not
               punish
               thee
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               any
               man
               ,
               because
               his
               upright
               Laws
            
             
               Ordain
               that
               no
               man
               should
               without
               a
               cause
            
             
               Be
               punished
               ,
               why
               sure
               we
               must
               conclude
               ,
            
             
               These
               thy
               afflictions
               must
               be
               understood
            
             
               Either
               to
               be
               thy
               punishment
               for
               sin
               ,
            
             
               Or
               else
               for
               nothing
               ;
            
             
               And
               how
               absurd
               it
               were
               for
               one
               t'
               assert
            
             
               I'th'least
               the
               verity
               of
               the
               latter
               part
            
             
               Of
               this
               alternative
               ,
               I
               freely
               leave
               it
            
             
               To
               th'
               judgement
               of
               good
               men
               ,
               but
               I
               conceive
               it
            
             
               To
               be
               an
               error
               of
               so
               deep
               a
               dye
               ,
            
             
               As
               falls
               within
               
                 the
                 verge
                 of
                 blasphemy
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               now
               ,
               dear
               Friend
               ,
               at
               length
               I
               must
               be
               free
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               tell
               thee
               out
               what
               are
               my
               thoughts
               of
               thee
               :
            
             
               Since
               thou
               wert
               pleas'd
               to
               say
               ,
               that
               all
               this
               time
            
             
               We
               spar'd
               thy
               person
               ,
               and
               reprov'd
               thy
               Crime
               ;
            
             
               'T
               is
               true
               indeed
               ,
               in
               pity
               of
               thy
               case
               ,
            
             
               We
               did
               forbear
               to
               tell
               thee
               in
               thy
               face
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               wer
               't
               the
               unjust
               man
               ,
               whom
               we
               did
               mean
               ,
            
             
               But
               since
               thou
               put'st
               me
               to
               '
               t
               ,
               I
               shall
               be
               plain
               ,
            
             
               For
               thus
               I
               argue
               .
               He
               whose
               wickedness
            
             
               Caus'd
               many
               cry
               to
               Heaven
               for
               redress
               :
            
             
               He
               who
               was
               not
               asham'd
               to
               make
               profession
            
             
               Of
               that
               
                 foul
                 sin
              
               ,
               which
               men
               do
               call
               Oppression
               :
            
             
               That
               man
               ,
               I
               say
               ,
               't
               is
               plain
               and
               evident
               ,
            
             
               Deserves
               from
               God
               severest
               punishment
               :
            
             
               This
               I
               have
               still
               esteemed
               from
               my
               youth
               ,
            
             
               
                 A
                 proposition
                 of
                 eternal
                 truth
              
               .
            
             
               But
               so
               it
               is
               ,
               thou
               in
               thy
               life
               hast
               been
               ,
            
             
               (
               As
               is
               but
               too
               well
               known
               )
               the
               worst
               of
               men
               ;
            
             
               In
               sin
               thou
               didst
               thy
               Neighbours
               all
               exceed
               ,
            
             
               And
               therefore
               thou
               art
               justly
               punished
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               here
               ,
               because
               I
               know
               thou
               wilt
               deny
               
            
             
               What
               I
               subsume
               ,
               I
               'le
               prove
               it
               instantly
               ;
            
             
               
                 Here
                 is
                 my
                 charge
                 then
              
               ,
               stand
               to
               thy
               defence
               ,
            
             
               
                 For
                 thus
                 I
                 do
                 impeach
                 thy
                 innocence
                 .
              
            
             
               Who
               's
               he
               of
               us
               that
               cannot
               say
               his
               ears
            
             
               Have
               been
               infested
               now
               these
               many
               years
            
             
               With
               th'horrid
               noise
               of
               thy
               lewd
               practices
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               thou
               without
               distinction
               didst
               oppress
            
             
               Each
               living
               Soul
               ,
               that
               came
               within
               thy
               reach
               ,
            
             
               And
               seiz'd
               on
               all
               ,
               as
               far
               as
               thou
               couldst
               stretch
            
             
               
                 Thy
                 grasping
                 Talons
              
               :
               may
               as
               we
               have
               heard
            
             
               Thy
               avarice
               so
               palpably
               appear'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               thy
               ●oul
               dealings
               were
               so
               understood
            
             
               By
               all
               the
               people
               
                 of
                 thy
                 Neighbourhood
              
               ,
            
             
             
               As
               no
               men
               durst
               with
               thee
               negotiat
               ,
            
             
               Save
               those
               who
               better
               understood
               to
               cheat
               .
            
             
               Then
               thou
               didst
               ,
               and
               we
               hear
               they
               were
               but
               few
            
             
               Besides
               thy self
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               who
               so
               well
               knew
            
             
               
                 The
                 art
                 of
                 Couz'ning
              
               :
               nay
               besides
               we
               hear
            
             
               Thy
               crueltie
               was
               such
               ,
               thou
               wouldst
               not
               spare
            
             
               
                 Thy
                 nearest
                 Kins-men
              
               ,
               but
               ,
               at
               all
               occasions
               ,
            
             
               Wouldst
               justle
               them
               out
               of
               their
               
                 just
                 Possessions
              
               .
            
             
               When
               having
               lent
               them
               money
               in
               their
               need
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               a
               Mortgage
               ,
               by
               some
               Counter-deed
               ,
            
             
               After
               true
               payment
               of
               the
               Principal
               ,
            
             
               Just
               ,
               Interest
               ,
               Expences
               ,
               Costs
               ,
               and
               all
               ,
            
             
               Under
               the
               Title
               of
               some
               scurvy
               lease
               ,
            
             
               After
               Redemption
               ,
               thou
               wouldst
               still
               possess
               :
            
             
               And
               ,
               lest
               thy
               Title
               should
               be
               quarrelled
               ,
            
             
               Thou'd
               quicklie
               purchase
               in
               
                 some
                 Latent-deed
              
            
             
               
                 Which
                 carry'd
                 the
                 reversion
                 ,
                 and
                 then
              
            
             
               
                 Th'
                 extinguish'd
                 Mortgage
              
               openlie
               retain
               .
            
             
               Nay
               more
               ,
               thou
               didst
               not
               onlie
               strangers
               use
               ,
            
             
               After
               this
               fashion
               ,
               but
               wouldst
               even
               abuse
            
             
               
                 Thy
                 very
                 Brother
              
               ,
               if
               necessitie
            
             
               Oblig'd
               him
               to
               demand
               from
               thee
               supplie
               .
            
             
               
                 For
                 thou
                 wert
                 rigid
                 ,
                 cruel
                 ,
                 and
                 severe
              
               ;
            
             
               
                 In
                 all
                 thy
                 dealings
                 as
                 most
                 rich
                 men
                 are
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               for
               thy
               Soul
               alace
               thou
               took'st
               no
               care
               .
            
             
               Interest
               allow'd
               by
               Law
               would
               not
               content
            
             
               Thy
               covetous
               mind
               ,
               but
               even
               
                 cent
                 per
                 cent
              
            
             
               Thou'd
               take
               from
               some
               ,
               and
               Pledges
               to
               the
               boot
            
             
               Worth
               thrice
               the
               money
               ;
               which
               thou
               didst
               lend
               out
               .
            
             
               Then
               ,
               lest
               the
               Statutes
               might
               thy
               dealings
               reach
               ,
            
             
               And
               thee
               for
               
                 bloody
                 usury
              
               impeach
               :
            
             
               Thou'd
               licitat
               the
               Goods
               ,
               and
               for
               the
               fashion
               ,
            
             
               
                 Cause
                 a
                 led
                 Jury
                 put
                 a
                 Valuation
              
            
             
               
                 Upon
                 them
              
               ,
               far
               below
               the
               sum
               thou
               lent
               ,
            
             
               And
               then
               wouldst
               sell
               them
               to
               
                 the
                 full
                 extent
              
               .
            
             
               Nay
               ,
               which
               is
               strange
               ,
               as
               we
               're
               inform'd
               ,
               the
               poor
               ,
            
             
               Who
               daily
               begg'd
               their
               alms
               from
               door
               to
               door
               .
            
             
               Thou
               sometimes
               with
               provisions
               wouldst
               supplie
               ,
            
             
               And
               make
               
                 the
                 gleanings
                 of
                 thy
                 Us●rie
              
               ,
            
             
               In
               publick
               pass
               for
               acts
               of
               Charitie
               .
            
             
               But
               how
               pray
               didst
               thou
               order
               thy
               affair
            
             
               With
               those
               poor
               Souls
               ?
               say
               now
               ,
               didst
               thou
               forbear
            
             
               To
               take
               a
               Pledge
               from
               such
               ,
               for
               what
               thou
               lent
            
             
               Nay
               ,
               my
               good
               friend
               ,
               't
               was
               never
               thy
               intent
               .
            
             
               For
               e're
               thou'd
               wanted
               all
               ,
               thou
               even
               wouldst
               seize
            
             
               
                 On
                 their
                 poor
                 rags
              
               ,
               and
               make
               such
               things
               as
               these
            
             
               Yield
               thee
               some
               profit
               .
               —
            
             
               Whilst
               overcome
               with
               cold
               and
               penurie
               ,
            
             
               Those
               naked
               creatures
               in
               the
               streets
               would
               die
               .
            
             
               In
               fine
               ,
               both
               rich
               and
               poor
               thou
               us'd
               to
               rob
               ,
            
             
               For
               no
               such
               famous
               Usurer
               as
               Job
            
             
               Did
               in
               these
               Countries
               live
               :
               this
               was
               thy
               Trade
               ,
            
             
               By
               this
               a
               great
               Estate
               th'hadst
               latelie
               made
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               this
               now
               on
               Dung
               hill
               thou
               art
               laid
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Then
               as
               thou
               did
               in
               avarice
               abounds
               
            
             
               So
               in
               thy
               
                 petri●yed
                 heart
              
               was
               found
            
             
               No
               room
               at
               all
               for
               love
               ,
               and
               charity
               ,
            
             
               For
               thou
               the
               thirsty
               never
               would
               supply
            
             
               With
               one
               cold
               cup
               of
               water
               ,
               or
               in
               need
               ,
            
             
               Afford
               the
               hungry
               one
               poor
               loaf
               of
               bread
               ,
            
          
           
             
               But
               ,
               O
               ,
               in
               these
               days
               ,
               there
               was
               no
               complaining
               
            
             
               On
               such
               as
               thee
               :
               as
               there
               was
               no
               regaining
            
             
               Of
               what
               thou
               took'st
               ,
               thou
               then
               didst
               rule
               the
               land
               ,
            
             
               And
               hadst
               both
               power
               ,
               and
               statutes
               in
               thy
               hand
               ,
            
             
               Men
               knew
               no
               other
               laws
               ,
               but
               
                 thy
                 command
              
               .
            
             
               And
               though
               thou
               wouldst
               unmercifully
               treat
            
             
               The
               poor
               ,
               yet
               thou
               wouldst
               fawn
               upon
               the
               great
               ,
            
             
               And
               
                 rich
                 men
              
               of
               the
               land
               ,
               and
               countenance
            
             
               Them
               in
               their
               law-suits
               ,
               that
               thou
               might'st
               advance
            
             
               The
               interest
               of
               thy self
               and
               family
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 raise
                 thy
                 brats
                 by
                 open
                 bribery
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Lastly
               (
               which
               is
               the
               greatest
               of
               oppressions
               )
               
            
             
               When
               some
               
                 poor
                 widows
              
               would
               at
               
                 general
                 Sessions
              
               ,
            
             
               Implore
               for
               justice
               ,
               where
               thou
               didst
               preside
               ,
            
             
               Protesting
               they
               did
               starve
               for
               want
               of
               bread
               ;
            
             
               And
               therefore
               beg'd
               their
               suits
               might
               come
               to
               tryal
               ,
            
             
               To
               this
               thy
               answer
               was
               
                 a
                 flat
                 denyal
              
               ;
            
             
               Either
               ,
               because
               some
               great
               men
               were
               concern'd
               ,
            
             
               In
               
                 these
                 same
                 actions
              
               ,
               or
               that
               thou
               hadst
               learn'd
               ,
            
             
               It
               was
               the
               interest
               of
               some
               
                 puny
                 friend
              
               ,
            
             
               Those
               peoples
               tryals
               should
               not
               have
               an
               end
               ,
            
             
               The
               orphans
               too
               when
               thou
               in
               Judgement
               sat
               ,
            
             
               And
               acted
               ,
               
                 as
                 a
                 bribing
                 Magistrat
              
               ,
            
             
               Did
               starve
               for
               want
               of
               sustenance
               ,
               and
               cry'd
            
             
               Aloud
               ,
               when
               dying
               ,
               
                 Justice
                 was
                 deny'd
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Hence
               't
               is
               that
               woes
               environ
               thee
               around
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               sudden
               fears
               thy
               spirits
               do
               confound
               .
            
             
               Hence
               't
               is
               that
               thou
               art
               levell'd
               with
               the
               Dust
               ▪
            
             
               'Cause
               whilst
               thou
               wert
               a
               Judge
               ,
               thou
               wast
               unjust
               .
            
          
           
             
               Hence
               't
               is
               ,
               that
               thou
               art
               every
               way
               undone
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               with
               a
               flood
               of
               sorrows
               over-run
               :
            
             
               Hence
               't
               is
               that
               spoil'd
               of
               goods
               ,
               health
               ,
               family
               ,
            
             
               In
               an
               abysse
               of
               troubles
               thou
               dost
               ly
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               ,
               O
               ,
               whilst
               thy
               proud
               honours
               did
               endure
               ,
               
            
             
               Thou
               thought'st
               thou
               were
               from
               punishment
               secure
               ,
            
             
               For
               God
               ,
               saidst
               thou
               ,
               who
               lives
               above
               the
               skie
               ,
            
             
               And
               has
               his
               habitation
               more
               high
               ,
            
             
               Then
               that
               of
               
                 fixed
                 stars
              
               ,
               can
               never
               know
            
             
               What
               we
               do
               act
               ,
               who
               live
               so
               far
               below
            
             
               The
               pavement
               of
               his
               Heavenly
               Residence
               :
            
             
               Will
               he
               be
               at
               the
               pains
               to
               view
               from
               hence
               ,
            
             
               
                 The
                 base
                 and
                 silly
                 actions
                 of
                 men
                 ?
              
            
             
               No
               't
               is
               below
               him
               sure
               to
               entertain
            
             
               Such
               
                 worldly
                 thoughts
              
               ;
               sure
               he
               has
               no
               regard
               ,
            
             
               To
               our
               mean
               actings
               ,
               but
               as
               we
               're
               debarr'd
            
             
               From
               seeing
               of
               him
               ,
               so
               his
               Majesty
            
             
               Employ'd
               
                 in
                 thoughts
                 more
                 elevate
                 ,
                 and
                 high
                 ,
              
            
             
               Disdains
               to
               keep
               intelligence
               with
               such
               ,
            
             
             
               Whose
               practises
               he
               doth
               not
               value
               much
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thick
               vapours
               ,
               saidst
               thou
               ,
               all
               our
               actions
               shroud
               
            
             
               From
               him
               ,
               can
               he
               perceive
               through
               
                 darkest
                 cloud
              
            
             
               What
               we
               do
               here
               on
               Earth
               ?
               pray
               can
               he
               see
               ,
            
             
               What
               daily
               passes
               betwixt
               thee
               ,
               and
               me
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Can
               't
               be
               imagin'd
               that
               he
               doth
               perceive
               
            
             
               What
               here
               we
               act
               ?
               or
               shall
               a
               man
               believe
               ,
            
             
               That
               through
               
                 so
                 many
                 Orbs
                 as
                 roul
                 between
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 Heavens
                 and
                 Earth
              
               ,
               our
               actions
               can
               be
               seen
               ?
            
             
               No
               ,
               no
               ,
               wrapp'd
               up
               
                 in
                 coverlets
                 of
                 clouds
              
               ,
            
             
               He
               sees
               us
               no
               more
               ,
               then
               in
               thickest
               woods
               ,
            
             
               We
               can
               perceive
               the
               Sun
               ,
               he
               knows
               no
               more
            
             
               How
               we
               do
               live
               ,
               then
               men
               upon
               the
               shore
               ,
            
             
               Can
               tell
               us
               what
               the
               several
               motions
               be
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Fishes
               in
               the
               bortom
               of
               the
               Sea.
            
             
               No●
               he
               knows
               neither
               what
               we
               act
               ,
               or
               talk
               ,
            
             
               
                 But
                 undisturb'd
                 in
                 Heavens
                 large
                 Court
                 doth
                 walk
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Further
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               I
               tremble
               to
               repeat
            
             
               What
               were
               thy
               thoughts
               of
               God
               ,
               whilst
               thou
               were
               great
               ,
            
             
               For
               ,
               as
               most
               men
               
                 in
                 grandeur
              
               vainly
               think
               ,
            
             
               That
               at
               
                 their
                 splendid
                 errors
              
               God
               doth
               wink
               ;
            
             
               And
               on
               the
               rabble
               only
               judgements
               sends
               ,
            
             
               
                 To
                 keep
                 the
                 great-men
                 of
                 the
                 Earth
                 his
                 friends
              
               ;
            
             
               So
               thou
               didst
               think
               ,
               when
               thou
               didst
               live
               in
               state
               ,
            
             
               God
               thought
               it
               fit
               thou
               shouldst
               be
               alwayes
               great
               ,
            
             
               As
               being
               one
               so
               justly
               qualifi
               ▪
               d
            
             
               For
               Government
               ,
               as
               there
               were
               none
               beside
               ▪
            
             
               In
               all
               the
               Countrey
               to
               supply
               thy
               place
               ,
            
             
               Wer
               't
               thou
               undone
               ,
               and
               therefore
               if
               in
               peace
               ,
            
             
               His
               Majesty
               would
               govern
               all
               above
               ,
            
             
               He
               thought
               it
               not
               his
               interest
               to
               remove
            
             
               From
               Government
               
                 so
                 great
                 a
                 Minister
              
               ,
            
             
               As
               thou
               wer
               't
               :
               hence
               ,
               thou
               vainly
               didst
               infer
               ,
            
             
               That
               having
               left
               all
               to
               thy
               management
               ,
            
             
               
                 Reward
                 thou
                 might
                 ,
                 but
                 never
                 punishment
              
            
             
               
                 Expect
                 from
                 God.
              
            
             
               O
               principles
               most
               Atheistical
               !
            
             
               Opinions
               to
               be
               abhorr'd
               by
               all
               !
            
             
               Dost
               think
               that
               God
               ,
               who
               all
               things
               did
               create
               ,
            
             
               Who
               plac'd
               us
               all
               in
               every
               rank
               ,
               and
               state
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               ,
               whose
               eye
               views
               all
               things
               ,
               should
               not
               know
            
             
               What
               all
               of
               us
               think
               ,
               speak
               ,
               or
               act
               ,
               below
            
             
               His
               Heavenly
               Throne
               ?
               dost
               think
               the
               thickest
               cloud
               ,
            
             
               From
               him
               ,
               who
               holds
               them
               in
               his
               hands
               ,
               can
               shroud
            
             
               Our
               actings
               here
               on
               Earth
               ?
               dost
               think
               but
               he
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               eyes
               see
               clearly
               through
               the
               thickest
               Sea
               :
            
             
               And
               through
               the
               body
               of
               the
               Earth
               can
               tell
               ,
            
             
               What
               all
               those
               things
               do
               act
               ,
               who
               live
               in
               Hell
               ;
            
             
               Dost
               think
               but
               he
               with
               far
               more
               ease
               doth
               see
            
             
               Through
               
                 all
                 those
                 rouling
                 orbs
                 ,
                 and
                 clouds
                 ,
              
               what
               we
            
             
               Act
               here
               on
               Earth
               ?
               dost
               think
               that
               he
               'll
               permit
            
             
               The
               sons
               of
               men
               to
               live
               ,
               as
               they
               think
               fit
               :
            
             
               Whilst
               
                 as
                 a
                 meer
                 spectator
              
               he
               looks
               on
            
             
               Indifferent
               ,
               and
               concerns
               himself
               with
               none
               ?
            
             
             
               No
               ,
               sure
               thou
               thinkst
               not
               as
               thou
               speakst
               ,
               for
               so
            
             
               Thou
               mightst
               as
               well
               pretend
               thou
               didst
               not
               know
            
             
               Whether
               there
               were
               a
               God
               in
               Heavens
               or
               no.
            
             
               For
               to
               conclude
               with
               thee
               that
               Providence
            
             
               Doth
               rule
               the
               World
               with
               
                 such
                 indifference
              
               ,
            
             
               As
               sometimes
               here
               it
               strikes
               ,
               and
               sometimes
               there
               ,
            
             
               Sending
               out
               plagues
               ,
               or
               blessings
               everie
               where
               ,
            
             
               
                 As
                 th'
                 fatal
                 Dye
                 doth
                 turn
                 upon
                 the
                 square
              
            
             
               
                 As
                 points
                 out
                 each
                 mans
                 Destiny
                 ,
              
               were
               even
            
             
               To
               fancie
               
                 a
                 grand
                 Lottery
              
               in
               Heaven
               :
            
             
               Or
               think
               that
               God
               ,
               who
               all
               men
               fullie
               knows
               ,
            
             
               Should
               
                 by
                 mistake
              
               ,
               at
               anie
               time
               send
               blows
            
             
               Where
               blessings
               should
               be
               sent
               :
               allow
               me
               then
            
             
               To
               tell
               thee
               that
               none
               but
               the
               worst
               of
               men
            
             
               Should
               vent
               such
               errors
               ,
               in
               which
               thou
               appears
            
             
               To
               be
               involved
               over
               head
               ,
               and
               ears
               :
            
             
               For
               thou
               thinkst
               not
               enough
               thus
               to
               denie
            
             
               That
               providence
               doth
               rule
               with
               equitie
            
             
               But
               dost
               thy
               error
               proudlie
               justifie
               .
            
             
               Thou
               argu'st
               too
               by
               reason
               ,
               as
               do
               all
            
             
               Those
               ,
               whom
               the
               knowing
               world
               do
               Athiests
               call
               ▪
            
             
               But
               were
               there
               no
               more
               arguments
               to
               confute
            
             
               Thee
               ,
               
                 and
                 those
                 prating
                 Fellows
              
               ,
               who
               dispute
            
             
               The
               actions
               of
               their
               Maker
               ,
               this
               alone
            
             
               May
               teach
               you
               all
               ,
               God
               will
               be
               fool'd
               by
               none
               ,
            
             
               That
               though
               those
               wretches
               firmlie
               do
               believe
            
             
               
                 There
                 is
                 no
                 God
              
               ,
               yet
               still
               they
               do
               conceive
            
             
               There
               's
               some
               such
               thing
               ,
               for
               in
               their
               mind
               they
               doubt
            
             
               (
               Although
               they
               are
               asham'd
               to
               speak
               it
               out
               )
            
             
               Whether
               what
               they
               believe
               be
               reallie
               true
               ,
            
             
               Or
               not
               ,
               for
               (
               to
               give
               providence
               its
               due
               ,
               )
            
             
               They
               find
               all
               's
               ordered
               
                 by
                 some
                 supream
                 hand
              
               ,
            
             
               Though
               whose
               it
               is
               ,
               they
               will
               not
               understand
               .
            
             
               So
               ,
               though
               in
               their
               opinions
               positive
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               by
               their
               doubtings
               we
               may
               well
               perceive
            
             
               That
               they
               with
               contrare
               thoughts
               are
               still
               opprest
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               maugre
               all
               their
               braving
               ,
               cannot
               rest
            
             
               On
               such
               opinions
               ,
               but
               still
               apprehend
            
             
               God
               out
               of
               Heav'ns
               will
               view
               them
               in
               the
               end
               ,
            
             
               And
               on
               their
               old-age
               heavy
               judgements
               send
               ▪
            
          
           
             
               Take
               heed
               ,
               I
               do
               beseech
               thee
               then
               ,
               from
               hence
               ,
            
             
               My
               friend
               ,
               how
               thou
               dost
               talk
               of
               Providence
               ,
            
             
               And
               ask
               no
               questions
               ,
               pray
               ,
               why
               wicked
               men
            
             
               To
               great
               enjoyments
               in
               this
               life
               attain
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               pious
               men
               are
               strictly
               punished
               :
            
             
               
                 As
                 if
                 here
                 Providence
                 did
                 erre
                 ,
              
               take
               heed
            
             
               And
               do
               not
               think
               such
               things
               ,
               for
               if
               thou
               dost
               ,
            
             
               Assure
               thy self
               thou
               art
               for
               ever
               lost
               .
            
             
               Then
               use
               no
               more
               
                 that
                 ▪
                 trivial
                 defence
              
            
             
               
                 So
                 oft
                 repeated
                 of
                 thy
                 innocence
                 .
              
            
             
               For
               we
               are
               all
               perswaded
               that
               our
               God
               ,
            
             
               Without
               just
               cause
               ,
               doth
               never
               use
               the
               Rod.
            
             
               Remark
               but
               th'
               History
               of
               former
               times
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               'lt
               see
               how
               men
               have
               suffered
               for
               crimes
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Hast
               thou
               not
               heard
               ,
               how
               men
               before
               the
               Flood
               
            
             
               Behav'd
               themselves
               ,
               as
               if
               they
               had
               withstood
            
             
               The
               power
               of
               Providence
               ,
               and
               would
               not
               bow
            
             
               To
               the
               
                 great
                 Prince
                 of
                 princes
              
               ,
               or
               allow
            
             
               That
               homage
               to
               him
               ,
               which
               the
               Creature
               owes
            
             
               To
               its
               Creator
               ,
               he
               did
               so
               dispose
               ,
            
             
               Those
               Clouds
               in
               which
               thou
               think'st
               he
               's
               wrapp'd
               a
               ▪
               round
               ,
            
             
               As
               in
               a
               few
               dayes
               all
               those
               men
               were
               drown'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               who
               by
               power
               of
               his
               Almighty
               Hand
               ,
            
             
               Clear'd
               all
               the
               Marches
               betwixt
               Sea
               and
               Land
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               by
               the
               same
               power
               doth
               restrain
               the
               Floods
            
             
               Above
               us
               in
               Borrachios
               of
               Clouds
               ,
            
             
               Was
               pleas'd
               then
               in
               his
               wrath
               t'
               unty
               them
               all
               ,
            
             
               Which
               caus'd
               
                 a
                 Deluge
                 Epidemical
              
               .
            
             
               That
               race
               of
               Creatures
               ,
               which
               not
               long
               before
            
             
               He
               had
               created
               ,
               he
               did
               then
               abhore
            
             
               Because
               they
               had
               his
               Government
               disclaim'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               his
               
                 reverend
                 Orators
                 contemn'd
              
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               he
               had
               sent
               ,
               
                 with
                 open
                 mouths
              
               to
               tell
               'em
            
             
               Of
               those
               sad
               things
               ,
               which
               afterwards
               befel
               'em
               ▪
            
             
               But
               they
               
                 with
                 open
                 mouthes
              
               ,
               those
               men
               did
               mock
               ,
            
             
               And
               told
               them
               ,
               that
               they
               knew
               not
               what
               they
               spoke
               .
            
             
               Nay
               ,
               when
               
                 the
                 Good-man
              
               ,
               whom
               the
               Lord
               design'd
            
             
               To
               be
               the
               great
               Restorer
               of
               Man-kind
               ,
            
             
               By
               special
               Direction
               did
               begin
            
             
               In
               view
               of
               all
               ,
               to
               build
               
                 an
                 Ark
              
               ,
               wherein
            
             
               The
               Seeds
               o'
               the
               World
               might
               be
               preserv'd
               entire
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               all
               the
               rest
               did
               in
               the
               Flouds
               expire
               ;
            
             
               
                 Those
                 silly
                 Fools
                 did
                 laugh
                 at
                 his
                 intent
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 oft
                 would
                 ask
                 what
                 the
                 old
                 Fellow
                 mean't
                 ,
              
            
             
               So
               in
               their
               errors
               these
               men
               did
               proceed
               ,
            
             
               Still
               living
               ,
               as
               they
               were
               accustomed
               ,
            
             
               In
               wanton
               pleasures
               ,
               regulating
               still
            
             
               Their
               Lives
               by
               order
               of
               
                 their
                 foolish
                 will.
              
            
             
               Hence
               when
               the
               Cataracts
               of
               Heaven
               did
               swell
               ,
            
             
               And
               Floods
               out
               of
               the
               Skies
               upon
               them
               fell
               ,
            
             
               They
               were
               catch'd
               napping
               
                 in
                 their
                 Festivals
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               minding
               nothing
               but
               their
               Bacchanals
               ,
            
             
               Were
               in
               that
               universal
               Deluge
               drown'd
               ,
            
             
               With
               all
               their
               sins
               about
               '
               em
               .
            
             
               But
               O
               ,
               the
               man
               who
               as
               they
               thought
               had
               rav'd
               ,
            
             
               Was
               in
               
                 that
                 Ark
              
               ,
               which
               they
               derided
               ,
               sav'd
               ,
            
             
               With
               all
               his
               Family
               ,
               he
               safety
               found
            
             
               Amidst
               those
               rowling
               Waves
               in
               which
               they
               drown'd
            
             
               And
               the
               Good-Master
               of
               
                 Heavens
                 only
                 Barque
              
               ,
            
             
               With
               
                 all
                 his
                 Passengers
              
               did
               in
               his
               Ark
            
             
               O'r'e-top
               the
               Flouds
               .
               —
            
             
               Then
               on
               might
               see
               ,
               when
               
                 that
                 Spring-tide
              
               was
               full
               ,
            
             
               
                 The
                 Stock
                 of
                 Mankind
                 floating
                 in
                 a
                 Hull
                 :
              
            
             
               The
               hopes
               o'
               th'
               world
               ,
               the
               Origination
            
             
               Of
               every
               future
               Kingdom
               ,
               State
               and
               Nation
               ,
            
             
               Shut
               up
               below
               Decks
               ,
               under
               Boards
               and
               Dails
               ,
            
             
               Without
               the
               help
               of
               
                 Masts
                 ,
                 Ropes
                 ,
                 Oars
                 ,
                 or
                 Sails
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Rudder
                 ,
                 or
                 Compass
              
               ,
               Steer
               they
               knew
               not
               whither
               ,
            
             
             
               Upon
               the
               Waters
               many
               days
               together
               ;
            
             
               And
               yet
               at
               length
               ,
               as
               well
               as
               any
               now
               ▪
            
             
               Who
               with
               great
               Art
               ,
               and
               Skill
               ,
               the
               Ocean
               plow
               ,
            
             
               Arrive
               at
               their
               wish'd
               Port
               of
               Ararat
               ,
            
             
               From
               whence
               they
               quickly
               did
               Disseminat
            
             
               In
               fruitful
               Colonies
               ,
               giving
               Birth
               to
               all
               ,
            
             
               Who
               now
               do
               scramble
               'bout
               this
               Earthen-ball
               .
            
          
           
             
               Such
               wicked
               men
               ,
               then
               did
               not
               dy
               in
               peace
               ,
               
            
             
               Nor
               did
               they
               step
               into
               their
               Graves
               with
               ease
               ,
            
             
               Who
               said
               to
               God
               ,
               
                 depart
                 from
                 us
                 ,
                 good
                 Lord
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 What
                 more
                 than
                 we
                 enjoy
                 can'st
                 thou
                 afford
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               generally
               were
               so
               insolent
            
             
               In
               sin
               ,
               as
               they
               disdained
               to
               repent
               ,
            
             
               As
               thou
               affirm'st
               ,
               no
               they
               were
               visibly
               ,
            
             
               While
               living
               ,
               punish'd
               for
               Impiety
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               after
               all
               ,
               with
               thee
               I
               must
               confess
               ,
               
            
             
               'T
               is
               strange
               to
               think
               how
               our
               good
               God
               did
               bless
            
             
               
                 Those
                 sinful
                 men
              
               ,
               for
               many
               generations
               ,
            
             
               Making
               them
               ,
               Fathers
               of
               illustrious
               Nations
               ,
            
             
               He
               bless'd
               them
               ,
               and
               their
               Families
               with
               all
            
             
               Those
               things
               on
               Earth
               ,
               which
               men
               do
               blessings
               call
               ;
            
             
               But
               if
               such
               things
               be
               all
               such
               men
               expect
               ,
            
             
               If
               these
               be
               all
               that
               men
               on
               Earth
               project
               ,
            
             
               I
               don't
               envy
               them
               :
               I
               had
               rather
               be
            
             
               Involv'd
               in
               sad
               afflictions
               with
               thee
               ,
            
             
               Than
               bless'd
               with
               such
               ,
               Lord
               let
               me
               never
               think
            
             
               That
               though
               long
               time
               thou
               at
               mens
               ●ins
               dost
               wink
               ,
            
             
               And
               mak'st
               them
               happy
               here
               ,
               but
               after
               all
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               wilt
               them
               to
               accompt
               most
               strictly
               call
               ;
            
             
               And
               send
               a
               punishment
               proportionate
            
             
               To
               each
               mans
               sins
               ,
               and
               errors
               ,
               soon
               ,
               or
               late
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               when
               these
               men
               are
               justly
               punished
               
            
             
               All
               truly
               pious
               ,
               honest
               men
               are
               glad
               ,
            
             
               They
               laugh
               at
               them
               now
               in
               their
               misery
               ,
            
             
               As
               they
               at
               them
               in
               their
               prosperity
            
             
               Were
               wont
               to
               do
               .
            
             
               When
               they
               remember
               how
               ,
               in
               former
               times
               ,
            
             
               
                 Those
                 sinful
                 men
                 did
                 glory
                 in
                 their
                 Crimes
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               with
               what
               foolish
               insolence
               ,
               and
               pride
               ,
            
             
               They
               undervalued
               men
               ,
               and
               did
               deride
            
             
               Even
               Providence
               it self
               ,
               as
               if
               in
               all
               ,
            
             
               They
               had
               been
               so
               secure
               ,
               they
               could
               not
               fall
               :
            
             
               Now
               they
               observe
               with
               what
               
                 a
                 silly
                 mine
              
               ,
            
             
               Those
               fellows
               ,
               scarce
               desirous
               to
               be
               seen
            
             
               Appear
               in
               publick
               ,
               with
               dejected
               Eyes
               ,
            
             
               Because
               they
               know
               that
               all
               men
               do
               despise
            
             
               Their
               persons
               ,
               for
               
                 their
                 former
                 insolence
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               look
               ,
               as
               if
               by
               their
               own
               Conscience
               ,
            
             
               They
               were
               condemn'd
               ▪
               already
               ,
               whilst
               they
               see
            
             
               Their
               sins
               before
               'em
               :
               and
               how
               all
               agree
               ,
            
             
               That
               they
               at
               length
               have
               justly
               forfalted
            
             
               
                 Their
                 former
                 grandeur
              
               ,
               and
               are
               punished
            
             
               As
               they
               deserve
               ,
               whilst
               those
               who
               formerly
            
             
               Run
               to
               them
               
                 Cap
                 in
                 hand
              
               ,
               now
               slightingly
            
             
             
               Without
               a
               salutation
               pass
               them
               by
               .
            
             
               Indeed
               they
               do
               appear
               so
               despicable
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               their
               dayly
               conference
               with
               the
               Rabble
            
             
               Express
               so
               much
               fear
               ,
               and
               solicitude
               ,
            
             
               As
               those
               who
               see
               them
               ,
               firmly
               do
               conclude
            
             
               Those
               men
               for
               all
               their
               grandeur
               ,
               to
               have
               been
            
             
               Men
               of
               no
               parts
               ,
               but
               Spirits
               low
               and
               mean
               ;
            
             
               Nay
               such
               as
               knew
               them
               in
               their
               former
               state
            
             
               With
               pain
               believe
               those
               men
               were
               ever
               great
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               shall
               our
               God
               in
               vengeance
               overthrow
               
            
             
               The
               wicked
               ,
               but
               with
               th'just
               it
               is
               not
               so
               :
            
             
               For
               we
               ,
               who
               fear
               the
               Lord
               shall
               still
               be
               blest
               ,
            
             
               Not
               with
               contempt
               ,
               or
               penury
               opprest
               ,
            
             
               But
               whilst
               the
               wicked
               toyl
               ,
               we
               shall
               have
               rest
               .
            
             
               Our
               substance
               shall
               be
               settled
               
                 on
                 our
                 Heirs
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               when
               we
               're
               sick
               ,
               we
               shall
               be
               free
               of
               cares
            
             
               O'
               th'
               world
               ,
               and
               without
               all
               anxiety
               ,
            
             
               Or
               fearful
               notions
               of
               uncertainty
               ,
            
             
               
                 We
                 shall
                 lift
                 up
                 our
                 hands
                 ,
                 and
                 calmly
                 dye
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               And
               thus
               ,
               my
               Friend
               ,
               that
               Ihave
               fully
               shown
               
            
             
               How
               thou
               hast
               err'd
               ,
               now
               in
               another
               tone
               ,
            
             
               I
               must
               chear
               up
               thy
               spirits
               ,
               and
               declare
            
             
               How
               thou
               may'st
               become
               happy
               ,
               as
               we
               are
               .
            
             
               'T
               is
               only
               thus
               ,
               make
               haste
               ,
               and
               be
               acquaint
            
             
               With
               our
               great
               God
               ,
               and
               seriously
               repent
            
             
               For
               all
               the
               sins
               ,
               of
               which
               thou
               guilty
               art
               ,
            
             
               Do
               quickly
               from
               the
               bottom
               of
               thy
               Heart
               ;
            
             
               Conclude
               firm
               peace
               with
               God
               ,
               make
               no
               delay
               ,
            
             
               But
               use
               thy
               time
               well
               ,
               do
               ,
               
                 this
                 very
                 day
              
               ,
            
             
               As
               thou'd
               desire
               he
               would
               thy
               plagues
               remove
               ,
            
             
               And
               change
               his
               present
               hatred
               into
               love
               .
            
          
           
             
               No
               more
               complaining
               then
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               no
               more
               
            
             
               Of
               these
               expressions
               we
               have
               heard
               before
               :
            
             
               But
               be
               attentive
               ,
               prethee
               ,
               and
               give
               ear
            
             
               To
               what
               our
               God
               commands
               thee
               ,
               
                 let
                 his
                 fear
              
            
             
               
                 Possess
                 thy
                 Soul
              
               ,
               hear
               what
               he
               doth
               impart
            
             
               From
               his
               own
               Mouth
               ,
               and
               keep
               it
               in
               thy
               heart
               ,
            
             
               To
               be
               a
               
                 soveraign
                 cure
              
               at
               all
               occasions
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               e're
               thou
               shalt
               encounter
               with
               Temptations
               .
            
          
           
             
               Return
               ,
               my
               Friend
               ,
               to
               God
               ,
               from
               whom
               thou
               hast
               
            
             
               Most
               treacherously
               revolted
               ,
               and
               at
               last
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               shalt
               be
               settled
               in
               thy
               former
               state
               ,
            
             
               And
               be
               more
               happy
               than
               thou
               wert
               of
               late
               :
            
             
               Sin
               ,
               and
               its
               dire
               effects
               thou
               shalt
               expel
            
             
               Out
               of
               thy
               house
               and
               with
               contentment
               dwell
               ,
            
             
               Environ'd
               with
               thy
               numerous
               Family
               ,
            
             
               In
               Houses
               void
               of
               all
               Iniquity
               .
            
          
           
             
               Like
               Dust
               in
               Shovels
               thou
               shalt
               heap
               thy
               Gold
               ,
               
            
             
               Large
               Granaries
               shall
               scarce
               thy
               Treasure
               hold
               ,
            
             
               And
               when
               thy
               Coffers
               are
               brime
               full
               with
               Ore
               ,
            
             
               So
               closely
               pack't
               as
               they
               can
               hold
               no
               more
               :
            
          
           
             
               And
               when
               with
               Silver
               ,
               all
               thy
               bags
               thou
               hast
               ,
               
            
             
               Shall
               be
               stuff'd
               full
               ,
               seal'd
               ,
               lock'd
               up
               ,
               and
               made
               fast
               ,
            
             
             
               Then
               as
               thy
               Brokers
               find
               security
               ,
            
             
               According
               to
               thy
               mind
               ,
               thou
               by
               and
               by
            
             
               Shall
               us
               &
               all
               thy
               neighbouring
               friends
               ,
               supply
               .
            
             
               But
               (
               which
               is
               best
               of
               all
               )
               whilst
               others
               store
            
             
               Runs
               out
               in
               riot
               ,
               and
               appears
               no
               more
               ,
            
             
               Our
               God
               himself
               shall
               be
               they
               Thesaurer
               ,
            
             
               So
               that
               thou
               shalt
               not
               Thieves
               or
               Robbers
               fear
               ,
            
             
               
                 Nor
                 the
                 wild
                 humours
                 of
                 a
                 rich
                 mans
                 Heir
                 ▪
              
            
          
           
             
               For
               then
               in
               prayer
               thou
               shalt
               take
               delite
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               for
               Devotion
               still
               have
               appetite
               ,
            
             
               Fresh
               and
               renew'd
               ,
               shall
               have
               more
               real
               pleasure
            
             
               In
               God
               ,
               than
               in
               thy
               Family
               and
               Treasure
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               Prayers
               shall
               become
               habitual
               
            
             
               To
               thee
               ,
               and
               thou
               on
               thy
               kind
               God
               shalt
               call
               ,
            
             
               With
               confidence
               ,
               for
               he
               will
               surely
               hear
            
             
               Those
               ,
               who
               address
               with
               reverence
               and
               fear
               ,
            
             
               To
               his
               high
               Throne
               ,
               and
               thou
               shalt
               quickly
               know
            
             
               By
               the
               return
               of
               them
               ,
               that
               it
               is
               so
               .
            
          
           
             
               With
               God
               thou
               shalt
               become
               familiar
               
            
             
               And
               shalt
               before
               him
               ,
               at
               all
               times
               appear
               ,
            
             
               As
               one
               who
               doth
               possess
               much
               of
               his
               ear
               ▪
            
             
               In
               all
               things
               he
               shall
               firmly
               by
               thee
               stand
               ,
            
             
               And
               bless
               what
               ever
               thou
               dost
               take
               in
               hand
               .
            
             
               In
               all
               
                 thy
                 actings
              
               he
               shall
               thee
               direct
               ,
            
             
               And
               from
               temptations
               still
               thy
               soul
               protect
               .
            
          
           
             
               Whilst
               others
               grovelling
               in
               calamities
               
            
             
               Shall
               tear
               the
               very
               Heav'ns
               with
               doleful
               crys
               :
            
             
               Thou
               shalt
               know
               nothing
               of
               what
               these
               endure
               ,
            
             
               But
               live
               in
               great
               contentment
               ,
               firm
               ,
               and
               sure
               .
            
             
               Nay
               those
               ,
               who
               are
               in
               want
               ,
               and
               misery
               ,
            
             
               To
               thee
               ,
               as
               to
               Gods
               favourite
               ,
               shall
               apply
            
             
               To
               interceed
               for
               them
               ,
               which
               thou
               shalt
               do
               ,
            
             
               Succeeding
               in
               thy
               intercession
               too
               .
            
          
           
             
               God
               will
               deliver
               for
               a
               just
               mans
               sake
               
            
             
               Whole
               Towns
               ,
               and
               Kingdoms
               that
               would
               go
               to
               wrake
               ,
            
             
               Wer
               't
               not
               that
               he
               did
               hear
               the
               pray'rs
               of
               such
            
             
               Amongst
               these
               people
               ,
               whom
               he
               values
               much
               ,
            
             
               Th'
               unspotted
               pureness
               of
               one
               just
               mans
               hand
            
             
               Doth
               make
               attonement
               oft
               for
               all
               the
               land
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             Cap.
             XXIII
             .
          
           
             
               WHen
               
                 the
                 insulting
                 Temanite
              
               had
               thus
            
             
               Opened
               his
               charge
               ,
               by
               which
               he
               did
               accuse
               
            
             
               His
               friend
               ,
               of
               
                 gross
                 Oppression
                 ,
                 Bribery
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Uncharitable
                 Dealings
                 ,
                 Usury
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Nay
                 Atheism
                 it self
                 ,
                 for
                 which
                 he
                 said
              
            
             
               God
               him
               at
               length
               had
               justlie
               punished
               :
            
             
               And
               by
               
                 so
                 manie
                 special
                 instances
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Of
                 Villanie
              
               ,
               endeavoured
               to
               press
            
             
               The
               truth
               of
               what
               he
               boldlie
               did
               assert
               ,
            
             
               By
               all
               
                 the
                 rules
                 of
                 eloquence
                 ,
                 and
                 art
                 :
              
            
             
               The
               poor
               afflicted
               soul
               ,
               who
               all
               this
               while
            
             
               Lay
               in
               great
               torment
               ,
               and
               would
               sometimes
               smile
               ,
            
             
               To
               see
               his
               friend
               ,
               who
               formerly
               had
               spar'd
            
             
               To
               tax
               his
               person
               ,
               now
               
                 without
                 regard
              
            
             
               
                 Ol
                 old
                 acquaintance
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 sacred
                 tyes
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 rules
                 of
                 friendship
              
               ,
               thus
               in
               choller
               rise
               :
            
             
               And
               formallie
               accuse
               him
               of
               such
               crimes
            
             
               As
               he
               ,
               who
               knew
               him
               well
               in
               former
               times
               ,
            
             
               Could
               not
               esteem
               him
               guilty
               ,
               were
               he
               call'd
            
             
               To
               be
               upon
               his
               jury
               :
               and
               yet
               gall'd
            
             
               To
               hear
               his
               friend
               ,
               with
               so
               much
               impudence
               ,
            
             
               Endeavour
               to
               convel
               that
               innocenc
               ,
            
             
               On
               which
               himself
               he
               so
               much
               valued
               ,
            
             
               As
               sure
               of
               that
               ,
               all
               that
               he
               suffered
            
             
               He
               undervalu'd
               ,
               though
               now
               faint
               ,
               and
               weak
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               he
               no
               longer
               could
               forbear
               to
               speak
               .
            
             
               But
               after
               h
               'had
               with
               sighs
               ingeminate
               ,
            
             
               Rememb'red
               sadlie
               on
               his
               former
               state
               ,
            
             
               As
               soon
               as
               heavie
               groans
               ,
               which
               constantlie
            
             
               Oppres'd
               his
               spirit
               ,
               would
               to
               words
               give
               way
               ,
            
             
               To
               his
               Inditement
               with
               great
               modestie
               .
            
             
               He
               thus
               put
               in
               his
               answer
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               friends
               ,
               says
               he
               ,
               I
               see
               with
               how
               much
               art
            
             
               You
               all
               endeavour
               to
               undo
               my
               heart
               :
               
            
             
               And
               strive
               one
               after
               t'other
               ,
               by
               your
               words
               ,
            
             
               To
               hew
               me
               down
               ,
               as
               with
               so
               manie
               swords
               :
            
             
               Unkindlie
               done
               !
            
             
               For
               now
               indeed
               ,
               at
               length
               I
               plainlie
               see
               ,
            
             
               All
               those
               reflections
               have
               been
               mean't
               for
               me
               ,
            
             
               Which
               you
               from
               the
               beginning
               have
               related
               ,
            
             
               Since
               first
               the
               question
               betwixt
               us
               was
               stated
               .
            
             
               I
               see
               you
               use
               no
               more
               your
               
                 fained
                 Stories
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Your
                 painted
                 figures
                 ,
                 and
                 your
                 Allegories
                 ,
              
            
             
               But
               in
               plain
               terms
               ,
               you
               formallie
               do
               charge
            
             
               Me
               with
               those
               numerous
               crimes
               ,
               of
               which
               ,
               at
               large
            
             
               In
               
                 the
                 third
                 person
              
               ,
               you
               have
               formerlie
            
             
               Discours'd
               ,
               but
               now
               you
               tell
               me
               openlie
            
             
               I
               'm
               guiltie
               of
               them
               all
               .
            
             
             
               But
               to
               all
               you
               have
               said
               ,
               
                 my
                 sole
                 defence
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 I
                 still
                 do
                 found
                 upon
                 my
                 innocence
                 .
              
            
             
               Your
               bitter
               Charge
               I
               utterly
               deny
               ,
            
             
               
                 I
                 plead
                 not
                 guilty
              
               ,
               and
               will
               justify
            
             
               My self
               at
               all
               occasions
               ,
               against
               all
            
             
               Who
               of
               such
               villanies
               shall
               me
               guilty
               call
               .
            
             
               D'
               ye
               think
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               but
               an
               ingenuous
               heart
            
             
               Has
               much
               ado
               in
               earnest
               ,
               for
               its
               part
               ,
            
             
               
                 T'
                 endure
                 such
                 language
              
               ,
               as
               you
               're
               pleas'd
               to
               vent
            
             
               'Gainst
               one
               ,
               who
               knows
               himself
               most
               innocent
               ,
            
             
               Of
               all
               the
               Crimes
               you
               talk
               of
               ,
               pray
               ,
               consider
               ,
            
             
               Were
               it
               the
               case
               of
               any
               of
               you
               ,
               whether
            
             
               Would
               you
               with
               patience
               such
               rude
               language
               bear
               ,
            
             
               As
               from
               your
               mouths
               I
               am
               constrain'd
               to
               hear
               .
            
             
               Alace
               ,
               what
               man
               from
               passion
               can
               abstain
               ,
            
             
               Hearing
               himself
               thus
               tax'd
               once
               ,
               and
               again
               ;
            
             
               Then
               why
               do
               you
               complain
               ,
               that
               I
               complain
               ;
            
             
               Indeed
               my
               Soul
               is
               in
               more
               heavinesse
               ,
            
             
               Then
               I
               by
               my
               complaining
               can
               expresse
               .
            
             
               The
               very
               torments
               that
               afflict
               my
               Bones
               ,
            
             
               Are
               more
               in
               weight
               ,
               and
               number
               ,
               then
               my
               groans
               .
            
          
           
             
               You
               tell
               me
               ,
               
                 I
                 should
                 turn
                 to
                 God
              
               ,
               alace
               ,
               
            
             
               I
               fain
               would
               do
               't
               ,
               if
               I
               could
               see
               his
               face
               :
            
             
               Would
               I
               could
               find
               him
               ,
               would
               I
               could
               know
               where
            
             
               He
               shows
               himself
               to
               men
               ,
               I
               would
               repair
            
             
               To
               him
               indeed
               ,
               but
               since
               that
               cannot
               be
            
             
               Allow'd
               me
               ,
               since
               his
               face
               I
               cannot
               see
               :
            
             
               Yet
               in
               regard
               I
               am
               condemn'd
               by
               you
               ,
            
             
               Who
               are
               my
               Parties
               ,
               and
               my
               Judges
               too
               :
            
             
               Knowing
               ,
               that
               he
               both
               sees
               ,
               and
               hears
               me
               well
               ,
            
             
               
                 To
                 him
                 ,
                 as
                 supream
                 Judge
                 I
                 do
                 appeal
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               But
               O
               again
               ,
               I
               wish
               I
               were
               allow'd
               
            
             
               Free
               accesse
               to
               him
               ,
               there
               indeed
               I
               wou'd
            
             
               So
               order
               my
               affair
               ,
               and
               so
               deduce
            
             
               My
               Case
               before
               my
               God
               ,
               I
               would
               so
               use
            
             
               That
               liberty
               ,
               and
               with
               such
               moderation
               ,
            
             
               Plead
               my
               just
               cause
               ,
               as
               I
               should
               find
               compassion
            
             
               From
               him
               ,
               I
               would
               so
               argue
               ,
               and
               debate
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               the
               subject
               
                 of
                 my
                 present
                 state
              
               ,
            
             
               Before
               that
               Judge
               ,
               as
               I
               am
               confident
               ,
            
             
               
                 His
                 Majesty
                 would
                 find
                 me
                 innocent
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Then
               would
               I
               hear
               ,
               then
               would
               I
               understand
               ,
               
            
             
               What
               can
               be
               said
               upon
               the
               other
               hand
               ,
            
             
               Against
               my
               so
               well
               known
               integrity
               ,
            
             
               To
               which
               ,
               with
               freedom
               I
               might
               make
               reply
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               that
               to
               God
               then
               I
               might
               accesse
               have
               ,
               
            
             
               Let
               him
               but
               hear
               me
               ,
               and
               no
               more
               I
               crave
               :
            
             
               Let
               him
               but
               hear
               me
               ,
               and
               before
               his
               Throne
               ,
            
             
               I
               shall
               so
               mannage
               
                 my
                 just
                 cause
              
               alone
               ,
            
             
               
                 Without
                 the
                 help
                 of
                 counsel
              
               ,
               as
               I
               shall
            
             
               Be
               able
               soon
               to
               overthrow
               them
               all
               ,
            
             
               That
               do
               accuse
               me
               :
               let
               me
               but
               appear
            
             
               Before
               my
               Maker
               ,
               and
               I
               do
               not
               fear
            
             
               What
               man
               can
               say
               against
               me
               ,
               for
               I
               know
            
             
             
               He
               will
               not
               do
               ,
               as
               Judges
               here
               below
               ,
            
             
               Who
               byass'd
               
                 by
                 some
                 privat
                 interest
              
               ,
            
             
               In
               Plaintiff
               ,
               or
               Defendant
               ,
               use
               to
               wrest
            
             
               The
               Laws
               ,
               to
               serve
               their
               turn
               ,
               and
               sullenly
               ,
            
             
               With
               stern
               looks
               ,
               and
               expressions
               terrify
            
             
               
                 The
                 Prisoner
                 at
                 Bar
              
               :
               nor
               will
               he
               watch
            
             
               My
               fearful
               words
               ,
               to
               see
               if
               he
               can
               catch
            
             
               Any
               advantage
               from
               them
               ,
               or
               allow
            
             
               
                 Crosse
                 questions
              
               ,
               and
               such
               tricks
               ,
               as
               those
               men
               do
               ,
            
             
               To
               make
               me
               guilty
               ,
               and
               then
               state
               the
               case
            
             
               To
               th'
               listning
               Jury
               with
               
                 a
                 double
                 face
              
               .
            
             
               No
               ,
               my
               Creator
               would
               take
               no
               such
               way
               ,
            
             
               But
               hear
               me
               calmly
               what
               I
               had
               to
               say
            
             
               In
               my
               defence
               ,
               he
               would
               not
               terrify
               ,
            
             
               My
               panting
               soul
               with
               his
               authority
               :
            
             
               But
               on
               the
               contrair
               ,
               he
               would
               hear
               me
               plead
               ,
            
             
               Without
               once
               interrupting
               me
               ,
               and
               stead
            
             
               Of
               vexing
               me
               with
               questions
               ,
               he
               'd
               afford
            
             
               Arguments
               for
               my
               safety
               ,
               in
               a
               word
               ,
            
             
               Should
               I
               appear
               before
               him
               ,
               I
               am
               sure
               ,
            
             
               My
               tryal
               could
               for
               no
               long
               time
               endure
               :
            
             
               For
               he
               would
               soon
               acquit
               me
               ,
               and
               release
            
             
               My
               Soul
               from
               pains
               ,
               could
               I
               but
               see
               his
               face
               .
            
             
               O
               blessed
               face
               ▪
               could
               I
               have
               liberty
            
             
               To
               see
               it
               ,
               I
               should
               be
               immediatly
            
             
               Free
               from
               all
               
                 censure
                 ,
                 clamo●●
                 ,
                 calumny
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               There
               may
               a
               just
               man
               boldly
               plead
               his
               cause
               ,
               
            
             
               Not
               fearing
               danger
               from
               ambiguous
               Laws
               ▪
            
             
               There
               he
               may
               speak
               with
               freedom
               ,
               there
               he
               may
            
             
               Unfold
               at
               large
               all
               that
               he
               has
               to
               say
               ,
            
             
               In
               his
               defence
               ,
               what
               e'r
               he
               can
               pretend
               ,
            
             
               He
               may
               alledge
               ,
               he
               may
               himself
               defend
            
             
               Fully
               ,
               for
               God
               will
               hear
               him
               to
               an
               end
               .
            
             
               There
               ,
               O
               there
               should
               I
               have
               the
               happinesse
            
             
               To
               be
               once
               try'd
               ,
               how
               should
               my
               righteousnesse
            
             
               In
               view
               of
               all
               be
               clearly
               vindicat
            
             
               
                 From
                 these
                 asperssions
              
               ,
               which
               some
               men
               ,
               of
               late
            
             
               Have
               laboured
               to
               fix
               upon
               me
               ,
               then
               ,
            
             
               They
               should
               perceive
               their
               malice
               was
               in
               vain
               ,
            
             
               For
               being
               once
               acquit
               ,
               I
               shall
               for
               ever
            
             
               Be
               absolutely
               free
               from
               tryal
               ,
               never
            
             
               To
               be
               again
               for
               any
               fault
               ,
               or
               crime
            
             
               Brought
               to
               the
               Bar
               ;
               
                 nay
                 ,
                 after
                 posting
                 Time
              
            
             
               
                 Has
                 run
                 its
                 course
                 out
              
               ,
               and
               the
               day
               shall
               come
               ,
            
             
               Which
               shall
               appear
               most
               terrible
               to
               some
            
             
               Whose
               names
               are
               in
               
                 the
                 Rolls
              
               then
               to
               be
               try'd
               ,
            
             
               I
               shall
               be
               found
               already
               justify'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               ,
               O
               ,
               my
               Soul
               ,
               why
               shouldst
               thus
               complain
               ,
               
            
             
               Thou
               canst
               not
               see
               him
               :
               why
               should
               thou
               in
               vain
            
             
               Crave
               accesse
               to
               a
               
                 God
                 invisible
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Infinite
                 ,
                 and
                 incomprehensible
              
               ?
            
             
               A
               mighty
               God
               ,
               who
               no
               where
               doth
               appear
               ,
            
             
               And
               yet
               is
               truly
               present
               every
               where
               .
            
             
               A
               God
               ,
               whose
               saving
               wings
               do
               thee
               surround
               ,
            
             
             
               Who
               walks
               with
               thee
               ,
               and
               yet
               cannot
               be
               found
               ,
            
             
               By
               all
               thy
               Art
               :
               why
               should
               thou
               thus
               in
               vain
            
             
               Make
               search
               for
               him
               ,
               whom
               no
               place
               can
               contain
               ?
            
             
               Forward
               ,
               or
               backward
               ,
               whither
               shall
               I
               go
            
             
               To
               find
               my
               God
               ,
               why
               ,
               truth
               ,
               I
               do
               not
               know
               ,
            
             
               For
               't
               is
               all
               one
               to
               me
               ,
               what
               course
               I
               steer
               ,
            
             
               Since
               he
               's
               to
               be
               be
               discovered
               no
               where
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               should
               I
               fancy
               that
               Heavens
               King
               doth
               stand
               ,
               
            
             
               As
               some
               conceive
               ,
               
                 the
                 North
              
               on
               his
               left
               hand
               ;
            
             
               Where
               he
               doth
               wonders
               ,
               where
               he
               dayly
               shows
            
             
               His
               glory
               ,
               and
               his
               Cab'net
               doth
               unclose
               ,
            
             
               In
               which
               
                 his
                 greatest
                 rarities
              
               he
               keeps
               ,
            
             
               Beyond
               the
               
                 Arctick
                 Circle
              
               ,
               in
               the
               deeps
               ,
            
             
               Where
               ,
               Whales
               ,
               like
               
                 floating
                 Castles
              
               ,
               do
               appear
               ,
            
             
               The
               terror
               of
               the
               Ocean
               ,
               and
               declare
            
             
               Their
               great
               Creators
               power
               ,
               where
               Nations
               dwell
               ,
            
             
               Who
               do
               our
               southern
               people
               far
               excel
               ;
            
             
               In
               strength
               and
               courage
               ;
               or
               if
               I
               in
               search
            
             
               Of
               him
               should
               to
               the
               
                 Pole
                 Antarctick
              
               march
               ,
            
             
               Where
               he
               in
               glory
               is
               no
               lesse
               renown'd
               ,
            
             
               Why
               after
               all
               ,
               he
               is
               not
               to
               be
               found
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               what
               needs
               more
               ,
               since
               he
               will
               not
               allow
               me
               
            
             
               Accesse
               ,
               yet
               foolish
               men
               shall
               not
               undo
               me
               ,
            
             
               By
               
                 their
                 false
                 accusations
              
               ,
               for
               I
               still
            
             
               Deny
               my
               Charge
               ,
               enforce
               it
               ,
               as
               you
               will.
            
             
               And
               here
               
                 before
                 my
                 God
              
               I
               do
               protest
               ,
            
             
               Who
               knows
               the
               hidden
               thoughts
               within
               my
               breast
               ,
            
             
               That
               all
               my
               lifetime
               I
               have
               tane
               delight
            
             
               In
               calling
               on
               his
               Name
               ,
               both
               day
               and
               night
               :
            
             
               How
               I
               have
               liv'd
               ,
               he
               knows
               ,
               and
               hithertoo
            
             
               Behav'd
               my self
               ,
               and
               with
               what
               fervour
               now
            
             
               I
               pray
               unto
               him
               ,
               in
               my
               woful
               case
               ,
            
             
               Though
               he
               denys
               to
               let
               me
               see
               his
               face
               :
            
             
               Though
               I
               his
               favour
               now
               have
               forfaulted
               ,
            
             
               And
               fom
               his
               presence
               sadly
               banished
               ,
            
             
               As
               an
               example
               of
               his
               wrath
               I
               lye
            
             
               Here
               upon
               Dung-hill
               ,
               yet
               he
               knows
               that
               I
            
             
               Have
               still
               endeavoured
               since
               my
               infancy
            
             
               To
               honour
               him
               ,
               and
               in
               whatever
               station
               ,
            
             
               To
               order
               still
               aright
               my
               conversation
               .
            
             
               So
               that
               I
               fully
               do
               my self
               perswade
               ,
            
             
               When
               of
               my
               vertue
               he
               has
               tryal
               made
               ;
            
             
               When
               in
               Afflictions
               Furnace
               ,
               o'r
               ,
               and
               o'r
               ,
            
             
               I
               'm
               melted
               down
               ,
               yet
               ever
               as
               before
               ,
            
             
               In
               substance
               ,
               weight
               ,
               and
               price
               I
               shall
               be
               found
            
             
               The
               same
               ,
               and
               in
               my
               Conscience
               pure
               ,
               and
               sound
               :
            
             
               And
               after
               all
               my
               sufferings
               I
               am
               bold
            
             
               To
               think
               ,
               I
               shall
               be
               taken
               out
               like
               Gold.
               
            
          
           
             
               Indeed
               ,
               I
               've
               sometimes
               had
               the
               happinesse
               ,
               
            
             
               To
               know
               what
               did
               belong
               to
               righteousnesse
               ;
            
             
               I
               have
               devoutly
               all
               Gods
               Lawes
               obey'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               my
               conversation
               have
               not
               stray'd
            
             
               From
               his
               Commands
               ,
               
                 I
                 have
                 not
                 deviate
              
            
             
             
               
                 From
                 the
                 true
                 road
              
               ,
               although
               it
               seems
               of
               late
            
             
               You
               have
               perceiv'd
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               that
               I
               have
               err'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               firmlie
               do
               believe
               what
               you
               have
               heard
            
             
               Through
               all
               the
               Countrie
               from
               my
               enemies
               :
            
             
               
                 Which
                 ,
                 trust
                 me
                 ,
                 are
                 but
                 lies
                 ,
                 and
                 calumnies
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Alace
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               I
               'd
               fain
               have
               you
               believe
               
            
             
               Of
               all
               my
               torments
               there
               is
               none
               doth
               grieve
            
             
               My
               Soul
               so
               much
               :
               as
               that
               you
               should
               arraign
            
             
               Me
               for
               such
               horrid
               Crimes
               ,
               and
               still
               maintain
            
             
               These
               to
               be
               true
               ,
               which
               I
               do
               still
               deny
               ,
            
             
               Why
               this
               is
               even
               
                 the
                 height
                 of
                 Cruelty
              
               .
            
             
               For
               still
               before
               my
               God
               I
               do
               protest
            
             
               I
               don't
               remember
               ever
               in
               the
               least
            
             
               That
               I
               from
               his
               Commandements
               have
               err'd
               ,
            
             
               What
               e're
               to
               th'
               contrair
               is
               by
               you
               averr'd
               .
            
             
               His
               Words
               I
               have
               esteem'd
               ,
               and
               understood
            
             
               The
               same
               to
               be
               more
               necessar
               than
               food
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               all
               that
               I
               can
               speak
               ,
               protest
               ,
               or
               plead
               
            
             
               Is
               to
               no
               purpose
               ,
               for
               God
               taks
               no
               heed
            
             
               To
               my
               Discourse
               :
               his
               mind
               is
               still
               the
               same
               ,
            
             
               For
               he
               's
               resolv'd
               that
               in
               
                 afflictions
                 flame
              
               ,
            
             
               I
               shall
               continue
               ,
               he
               's
               inexorable
            
             
               To
               all
               my
               crys
               .
               —
               —
            
             
               Then
               since
               it
               must
               be
               so
               ,
               I
               le
               not
               contend
            
             
               With
               God
               ,
               but
               suffer
               all
               ,
               and
               
                 here
                 's
                 an
                 end
              
               .
            
             
               For
               God
               does
               what
               he
               lists
               ,
               he
               's
               abbsolute
            
             
               O're
               all
               his
               Creatures
               ,
               and
               who
               dares
               dispute
            
             
               What
               he
               commands
               :
               then
               let
               him
               harrass
               me
            
             
               Even
               as
               he
               will
               ,
               why
               not
               ,
               his
               acts
               are
               free
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               what
               he
               from
               my
               Birth
               had
               ordered
               
            
             
               I
               should
               endure
               ,
               that
               I
               have
               suffered
               ,
            
             
               And
               am
               to
               suffer
               yet
               upon
               that
               score
            
             
               What
               has
               appointed
               for
               me
               ,
               and
               no
               more
               .
            
             
               And
               now
               I
               think
               on
               't
               ,
               my
               afflictions
               are
            
             
               By
               Gods
               Determination
               ordinar
            
             
               For
               other
               men
               t'
               endure
               ,
               as
               well
               as
               me
               ,
            
             
               As
               in
               our
               converse
               we
               may
               dailie
               see
               ,
            
             
               So
               that
               these
               being
               ,
               
                 his
                 common
                 practices
              
               ,
            
             
               With
               men
               on
               earth
               ,
               my
               hopes
               are
               still
               the
               less
               ,
            
             
               That
               e're
               he
               from
               afflicting
               me
               will
               cease
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               thoughts
               of
               this
               with
               grief
               I
               'm
               overlaid
               ,
               
            
             
               I
               die
               with
               weeping
               ,
               for
               I
               am
               afraid
            
             
               My
               sad
               afflictions
               shall
               continue
               still
               ,
            
             
               Let
               me
               both
               do
               ,
               and
               say
               even
               what
               I
               will.
               
            
          
           
             
               For
               I
               perceive
               God
               is
               too
               strong
               for
               me
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               in
               my
               sad
               afflictions
               I
               see
            
             
               His
               Mightie
               Hand
               has
               made
               me
               soft
               ,
               and
               tame
               ,
            
             
               So
               that
               to
               fear
               I
               much
               obnoxious
               am
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               fear
               ,
               I
               fear
               my
               troubles
               shall
               endure
               
            
             
               Longer
               than
               you
               do
               all
               expect
               ,
               for
               sure
            
             
               Had
               he
               not
               ordered
               from
               Eternity
            
             
               That
               I
               should
               in
               afflictions
               Furnacely
               ,
            
             
               Until
               I
               were
               consum'd
               ,
               '
               had
               cut
               my
               daies
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               might
               ne're
               have
               seen
               such
               woes
               as
               these
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             Cap.
             XXIV
             .
          
           
             
               Job
               having
               thus
               in
               words
               of
               modest
               passion
               ,
               
            
             
               Deny'd
               his
               Charge
               ,
               and
               put
               in
               protestation
            
             
               Of
               his
               unspotted
               zeal
               ,
               and
               innocence
            
             
               In
               all
               his
               actings
               ,
               
                 as
                 his
                 chief
                 defence
              
               .
            
             
               Now
               he
               makes
               answer
               to
               the
               second
               part
            
             
               Of
               
                 this
                 sams
                 Charge
              
               ,
               in
               which
               his
               friends
               assert
               ,
            
             
               That
               God
               Almighty
               had
               prefix'd
               set
               times
               ,
            
             
               For
               hearing
               ,
               trying
               ,
               and
               punishing
               of
               Crimes
               ,
            
             
               As
               Judges
               in
               their
               Circuits
               use
               to
               set
            
             
               Days
               for
               
                 each
                 County
              
               ,
               where
               the
               Shrievs
               must
               wait
            
             
               Upon
               the
               Court
               ,
               and
               give
               up
               Rolls
               of
               all
            
             
               Delinquents
               in
               their
               Precincts
               ,
               at
               a
               call
               ,
            
             
               What
               are
               their
               misdemeanors
               ,
               where
               they
               lie
               ,
            
             
               If
               under
               Bail
               ,
               or
               in
               
                 safe
                 custodie
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               proceed
               to
               Jayl-deliverie
               .
            
             
               For
               this
               ,
               as
               all
               the
               rest
               of
               their
               positions
               ,
            
             
               Without
               exceptions
               ,
               limits
               ,
               or
               conditions
               ,
            
             
               They
               hold
               to
               be
               infallible
               ,
               and
               presse
            
             
               The
               truth
               of
               it
               by
               many
               instances
               .
            
             
               To
               this
               Job
               here
               doth
               calmly
               answer
               make
               ,
            
             
               Endeavouring
               to
               show
               them
               their
               mistake
               .
            
          
           
             
               How
               comes't
               ,
               says
               he
               ,
               since
               God
               has
               set
               such
               times
            
             
               Here
               upon
               Earth
               ,
               for
               punishing
               of
               Crimes
               ;
            
             
               And
               since
               his
               Dyets
               are
               so
               peremptor
               ,
            
             
               As
               you
               affirm
               ,
               that
               at
               a
               certain
               hour
               ,
            
             
               This
               ,
               or
               that
               man
               ,
               his
               tryal
               may
               expect
               ,
            
             
               How
               comes't
               these
               methods
               of
               which
               you
               do
               speak
               ,
            
             
               Were
               never
               known
               before
               to
               such
               as
               fear
            
             
               His
               holy
               Name
               ?
               't
               is
               strange
               they
               should
               not
               hear
               .
            
             
               Who
               daily
               do
               frequent
               his
               Courts
               ,
               till
               now
            
             
               Of
               his
               procedure
               ?
               strange
               ,
               he
               'll
               not
               allow
            
             
               That
               they
               should
               know
               such
               things
               as
               well
               as
               you
               .
            
             
               For
               my
               part
               ,
               I
               of
               knowledge
               am
               not
               proud
               ,
            
             
               But
               with
               such
               Parts
               as
               God
               has
               me
               endu'd
               ,
            
             
               I
               've
               us'd
               my
               time
               ,
               and
               have
               
                 in
                 general
              
               ,
            
             
               Observ'd
               as
               much
               as
               any
               of
               you
               all
               :
            
             
               Yet
               am
               I
               still
               a
               stranger
               to
               what
               you
            
             
               Of
               God
               affirm
               ,
               and
               never
               heard
               while
               now
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               had
               fix'd
               his
               
                 grand
                 Court
                 Criminall
              
            
             
               On
               Earth
               .
               where
               he
               doth
               use
               to
               summon
               all
            
             
               Delinquents
               ,
               at
               such
               Dyets
               to
               appear
               ,
            
             
               On
               tryal
               to
               receive
               their
               Sentence
               here
               .
            
             
               'T
               is
               true
               ,
               I
               have
               observ'd
               some
               instances
            
             
               Of
               this
               procedure
               ,
               and
               I
               must
               confesse
               ,
            
             
               God
               sometimes
               is
               so
               kind
               ,
               as
               he
               will
               show
               ,
            
             
               Before
               he
               doth
               the
               wicked
               overthrow
               ,
            
             
               Some
               signs
               of
               his
               displeasure
               ,
               as
               he
               did
            
             
               To
               those
               before
               the
               Flood
               .
               —
            
             
             
               And
               then
               because
               his
               Prophets
               they
               contemn
               ,
            
             
               He
               will
               such
               Wretches
               suddenlie
               condemn
            
             
               To
               punishment
               on
               this
               side
               time
               :
               I
               know
            
             
               It
               is
               his
               custom
               often
               to
               do
               so
               :
            
             
               Nor
               would
               I
               have
               you
               think
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               that
               I
            
             
               His
               
                 universal
                 prescience
              
               denie
               ;
            
             
               Or
               question
               his
               eternal
               purposes
            
             
               Of
               punishing
               all
               kinds
               of
               wickedness
               ,
            
             
               Even
               in
               this
               life
               ,
               in
               some
               men
               ,
               but
               that
               all
            
             
               Under
               the
               compass
               of
               that
               Statute
               fall
               ,
            
             
               And
               suffer
               here
               on
               Earth
               ,
               I
               do
               denie
               ,
            
             
               For
               on
               the
               contrair
               I
               do
               formallie
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               have
               often
               done
               before
               ,
               contend
            
             
               That
               God
               on
               all
               men
               doth
               not
               Judgments
               send
            
             
               Who
               do
               deserve
               them
               here
               ,
               and
               visiblie
            
             
               Doth
               punish
               all
               ,
               who
               of
               impietie
            
             
               Shall
               be
               convict
               ,
               reserving
               no
               mans
               trial
            
             
               Till
               after
               death
               .
               —
            
             
               But
               that
               he
               suffers
               many
               such
               in
               ease
            
             
               To
               pass
               their
               days
               ,
               doing
               even
               what
               they
               please
               ,
            
             
               And
               after
               all
               shut
               up
               their
               eyes
               in
               peace
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               prove
               the
               truth
               of
               this
               ,
               I
               shall
               adduce
               
            
             
               In
               the
               first
               place
               ,
               
                 a
                 crime
              
               too
               much
               in
               use
            
             
               Amongst
               us
               now
               a
               days
               ,
               
                 a
                 loud-tongu'd
                 crime
              
               ,
            
             
               Which
               may
               be
               term'd
               
                 Iniquity
                 in
                 its
                 prime
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 The
                 grand
                 sin
                 of
                 Oppression
              
               ,
               a
               sin
            
             
               Which
               makes
               my
               hair
               stand
               ,
               when
               I
               do
               begin
            
             
               To
               speak
               of
               it
               ,
               a
               sin
               so
               black
               ,
               and
               foul
               ,
            
             
               As
               all
               good
               men
               abhor
               it
               with
               their
               soul.
            
             
               
                 A
                 sin
                 so
                 black
              
               ,
               as
               I
               can
               hardlie
               find
            
             
               Words
               to
               express
               its
               nature
               to
               my
               mind
               .
            
             
               
                 A
                 sin
                 so
                 vile
              
               ,
               that
               ,
               if
               what
               you
               have
               said
            
             
               Were
               true
               ,
               would
               never
               scape
               unpunished
               ,
            
             
               On
               this
               side
               time
               :
               and
               yet
               we
               dailie
               see
            
             
               How
               many
               such
               from
               punishments
               go
               free
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               here
               in
               life
               :
               which
               that
               in
               terms
               of
               Art
            
             
               I
               may
               demonstrate
               as
               I
               do
               assert
               ;
            
             
               I
               shall
               ,
               with
               your
               good
               liberty
               and
               peace
               ,
            
             
               Deduce
               this
               sin
               in
               all
               it
               species
               ;
            
             
               And
               show
               you
               plainlie
               how
               they
               all
               escape
            
             
               Unpunish'd
               in
               this
               life
               .
               —
            
             
               And
               first
               we
               see
               how
               some
               men
               openlie
            
             
               Encroach
               upon
               their
               Neighbours
               propertie
               :
            
             
               Others
               their
               Neighbours
               cattel
               drive
               away
               :
            
             
               And
               keep
               them
               ,
               as
               they
               were
               their
               lawful
               prey
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Ass
               ,
               which
               the
               poor
               Orphan
               now
               retains
               ,
               
            
             
               As
               th'
               onlie
               reliques
               of
               his
               Fathers
               Means
               ;
            
             
               Which
               driving
               dailie
               to
               some
               neighbouring
               Town
            
             
               With
               Loads
               of
               
                 Brushes
                 ,
                 Faggots
                 ,
                 Turf
                 ,
                 or
                 Broom
                 ,
              
            
             
               To
               furnish
               those
               ,
               who
               do
               such
               triffles
               need
               ,
            
             
               Makes
               a
               hard-shift
               to
               gain
               his
               dailie
               bread
               :
            
             
               This
               very
               beast
               some
               of
               these
               cruel
               men
            
             
               On
               some
               pretence
               or
               other
               do
               distrain
               :
            
             
             
               The
               Ox
               ,
               which
               the
               poor
               Widows
               ground
               should
               plow
               ,
            
             
               Pretending
               't
               is
               their
               pledge
               ,
               they
               seize
               on
               too
               .
            
          
           
             
               Nay
               ,
               which
               is
               yet
               more
               cruel
               ,
               when
               they
               've
               seiz'd
               
            
             
               On
               all
               they
               have
               ,
               yet
               are
               their
               minds
               not
               pleas'd
               ,
            
             
               Until
               they
               have
               these
               Wretches
               in
               the
               tail
               ,
            
             
               And
               either
               under
               lock
               ,
               
                 or
                 under
                 bail
              
               .
            
             
               Hence
               't
               is
               that
               men
               dare
               hardly
               keep
               the
               street
               ,
            
             
               For
               fear
               of
               such
               ;
               but
               in
               dark
               corners
               meet
               :
            
             
               Suspecting
               these
               same
               men
               upon
               pretence
               ,
            
             
               
                 Of
                 Debt
                 ,
                 or
                 Trespass
              
               ,
               may
               perhaps
               commence
            
             
               Some
               Suit
               against
               them
               ,
               and
               
                 in
                 some
                 mad
                 fit
              
               ,
            
             
               Assoon
               as
               they
               perceive
               them
               ,
               
                 serve
                 a
                 Writ
              
            
             
               
                 Against
                 their
                 persons
              
               ;
               in
               the
               ears
               of
               all
            
             
               So
               dreadful
               are
               their
               names
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               yet
               those
               men
               have
               always
               some
               pretence
               
            
             
               Of
               Law
               ,
               which
               they
               cast
               up
               for
               their
               defence
               ,
            
             
               But
               there
               be
               others
               
                 of
                 that
                 Corporation
              
               ,
            
             
               Who
               openly
               avow
               
                 this
                 damn'd
                 Profession
              
               .
            
             
               Who
               fly
               at
               all
               ,
               and
               plunder
               openly
               ,
            
             
               In
               view
               o'
               th
               Sun
               ,
               without
               all
               modesty
               .
            
             
               For
               don't
               we
               in
               our
               Neighbouring-mountains
               see
            
             
               How
               many
               powerful
               Families
               there
               be
               ,
            
             
               That
               live
               by
               open
               pillaging
               of
               all
               ,
            
             
               And
               sometimes
               in
               amongst
               our
               Flocks
               do
               fall
               ▪
            
             
               In
               numerous
               troops
               ,
               (
               as
               all
               may
               see
               alace
               ,
            
             
               Not
               many
               days
               ago
               was
               my
               own
               case
               .
               )
            
             
               They
               breed
               their
               Children
               ,
               from
               their
               Infancy
               ,
            
             
               In
               all
               
                 the
                 active
                 points
                 of
                 robbery
              
               :
            
             
               And
               when
               they
               come
               to
               age
               ,
               they
               send
               them
               out
            
             
               To
               earn
               their
               Bread
               in
               all
               the
               Fields
               about
               ,
            
             
               By
               Petit-larcin
               ,
               which
               ,
               if
               cunninglie
            
             
               They
               do
               perform
               ;
               they
               mount
               them
               by
               and
               by
            
             
               In
               every
               point
               ,
               as
               their
               unlawful
               Trade
            
             
               Requires
               ,
               
                 Bow
                 ,
                 Arrows
                 ,
                 Target
                 ,
                 Shearing-bl●d●
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Short
                 knife
                 ,
                 and
                 Poinyard
              
               ,
               and
               then
               formallie
            
             
               They
               send
               them
               out
               to
               
                 open
                 Robberie
              
               :
            
             
               Where
               by
               the
               High-ways
               ,
               sculking
               here
               ,
               and
               there
               ,
            
             
               They
               seize
               upon
               
                 th'
                 unwary
                 Passenger
              
               ,
            
             
               Of
               all
               his
               Mony
               ,
               Goods
               ,
               and
               Cloaths
               they
               pill
               him
            
             
               And
               think
               th'
               oblige
               him
               ,
               if
               they
               do
               not
               kill
               him
               .
            
             
               But
               when
               they
               see
               the
               Travellers
               advance
               ,
            
             
               Before
               them
               ,
               in
               well
               ordered
               Caravans
               ;
            
             
               They
               stand
               aloof
               ,
               and
               suffer
               them
               to
               pass
               ,
            
             
               Not
               daring
               to
               look
               Merchants
               in
               the
               face
               ,
            
             
               When
               in
               such
               order
               ,
               but
               keep
               off
               for
               fear
               ,
            
             
               And
               hover
               at
               a
               distance
               on
               the
               rear
               .
            
             
               Whilst
               others
               of
               'em
               on
               the
               flanks
               do
               watch
               ,
            
             
               With
               careful
               eyes
               ,
               to
               see
               if
               they
               can
               catch
            
             
               The
               Straglers
               ,
               and
               if
               anie
               they
               do
               find
            
             
               On
               
                 tyred
                 Jades
              
               unluckilie
               behind
            
             
               The
               companie
               ,
               upon
               them
               straight
               they
               fall
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               without
               mercie
               ,
               kill
               ,
               and
               plunder
               all
               .
            
             
               Nay
               ,
               when
               the
               Sun
               declining
               in
               the
               West
               ,
            
             
               Invite
               the
               wearied
               Travellers
               to
               rest
               :
            
             
             
               These
               wretches
               do
               not
               sleep
               ,
               but
               still
               in
               arms
               ,
            
             
               Beat
               up
               their
               quarters
               ,
               and
               give
               sad
               alarms
            
             
               On
               every
               hand
               ,
               and
               will
               be
               sure
               at
               length
            
             
               To
               catch
               some
               prey
               ,
               by
               policy
               ,
               or
               strength
               .
            
             
               Strange
               ,
               what
               a
               sinful
               life
               those
               rogues
               do
               lead
               ,
            
             
               They
               know
               not
               what
               it
               is
               to
               earn
               their
               Bread
            
             
               
                 By
                 honest
                 Callings
              
               ,
               Means
               ,
               or
               Trades
               ,
               not
               they
               ,
            
             
               But
               wandring
               idly
               ,
               only
               live
               on
               prey
               .
            
             
               And
               yet
               in
               peace
               ,
               and
               plenty
               they
               abound
               ,
            
             
               And
               hardly
               one
               amongst
               them
               all
               is
               found
            
             
               To
               dye
               of
               famine
               :
               for
               they
               do
               increase
            
             
               In
               number
               ,
               and
               the
               very
               wilderness
            
             
               Affords
               them
               a
               subsistence
               ,
               and
               provides
            
             
               All
               pleasures
               ,
               which
               their
               hearts
               desire
               besides
               .
            
             
               Except
               perhaps
               a
               few
               of
               'em
               ,
               who
               stray
            
             
               Amongst
               our
               fields
               ,
               and
               missing
               of
               their
               way
               ,
            
             
               By
               Providence
               i'th'hands
               of
               justice
               fall
               ,
            
             
               And
               dye
               ,
               
                 on
                 Wheel
                 ,
                 or
                 Gibbet
              
               ,
               and
               that
               's
               all
               :
            
             
               But
               
                 the
                 main
                 body
              
               of
               'em
               still
               subsist
            
             
               Pillaging
               ,
               killing
               ,
               doing
               what
               they
               list
               ,
            
             
               Without
               controul
               ,
               for
               many
               Generations
               ,
            
             
               Under
               the
               names
               of
               Families
               and
               Nations
               ,
            
             
               Contemning
               Laws
               ,
               and
               making
               plain
               profession
            
             
               
                 Of
                 that
                 accursed
                 species
                 of
                 oppression
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               What
               honest
               men
               do
               sow
               ,
               those
               thieves
               do
               reap
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               'mongst
               themselves
               such
               correspondence
               keep
               ,
            
             
               As
               when
               the
               Vintage
               season
               doth
               draw
               nigh
               ,
            
             
               Whole
               troops
               of
               'em
               do
               meet
               ,
               and
               suddenlie
            
             
               On
               the
               Wine-labourers
               with
               great
               fury
               fall
               ,
            
             
               Wound
               ,
               drive
               away
               ,
               kill
               ,
               and
               make
               prize
               of
               all
               ,
            
             
               Without
               distinction
               ,
               whether
               friends
               or
               foes
            
             
               Be
               owners
               of
               'em
               ,
               for
               these
               men
               (
               God
               knows
               )
            
             
               Have
               no
               regard
               at
               all
               to
               any
               man
               ,
            
             
               But
               from
               both
               good
               ,
               and
               bad
               ,
               take
               what
               they
               can
               ;
            
             
               And
               then
               draw
               off
               to
               th'
               mountains
               with
               their
               prey
               ,
            
             
               Divide
               the
               spoil
               ,
               in
               their
               accustom'd
               way
               ,
            
             
               Disband
               their
               troops
               ,
               and
               suddenly
               retire
            
             
               Each
               to
               his
               lurking
               hole
               ,
               where
               sword
               ,
               and
               fire
            
             
               Can
               hardly
               find
               them
               out
               .
            
             
               Nay
               some
               there
               be
               of
               those
               wild
               Mountaineers
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               having
               for
               a
               tract
               of
               many
               years
               ,
            
             
               Vex'd
               those
               i'th'valleys
               with
               sad
               Robbery
               ,
            
             
               Our
               predecessors
               were
               compell'd
               to
               buy
            
             
               Their
               peace
               ,
               and
               ease
               ,
               from
               them
               at
               any
               rate
               ,
            
             
               Acknowledging
               those
               Thieves
               ,
               
                 as
                 a
                 free
                 state
              
               ,
            
             
               By
               payment
               of
               a
               
                 Tribute
                 annual
              
               ,
            
             
               Not
               without
               reason
               ,
               call'd
               by
               some
               black-mail
               :
            
             
               VVhich
               ,
               if
               precisely
               we
               neglect
               to
               pay
               ,
            
             
               Then
               do
               these
               men
               in
               troops
               without
               delay
               ,
            
             
               Fall
               down
               amongst
               us
               ,
               and
               drive
               all
               away
               .
            
             
               Under
               our
               windows
               they
               our
               Corns
               do
               seize
               ,
            
             
               Riffle
               our
               Stables
               ,
               and
               do
               what
               they
               please
               .
            
             
               Then
               they
               return
               in
               order
               ,
               whence
               they
               came
            
             
               VVith
               all
               our
               goods
               ,
               and
               openly
               proclaim
            
             
             
               Them
               as
               their
               lawful
               prey
               :
               the
               Countrey
               then
               ,
            
             
               Rise
               ,
               and
               with
               
                 hue
                 and
                 cry
              
               ,
               pursue
               those
               men
               ,
            
             
               Thinking
               to
               overtake
               them
               ,
               but
               in
               vain
               .
            
             
               For
               in
               
                 small
                 bodies
              
               ,
               they
               march
               speedily
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               the
               Mountains
               soon
               ,
               like
               Lightning
               ,
               fly
               .
            
             
               Then
               do
               we
               send
               up
               Deputies
               ,
               to
               treate
            
             
               For
               restitution
               ,
               but
               they
               come
               to
               late
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               those
               men
               are
               quickly
               dissipate
               .
            
          
           
             
               Some
               there
               be
               also
               of
               
                 that
                 thieving
                 race
              
               ,
               
            
             
               VVho
               in
               their
               robbing
               are
               so
               merciless
               ,
            
             
               As
               having
               stripp'd
               men
               of
               their
               Goods
               and
               Purses
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               not
               contented
               with
               so
               easie
               purchase
               ,
            
             
               They
               strip
               them
               all
               of
               their
               apparrel
               too
               ,
            
             
               And
               will
               not
               out
               of
               Charity
               allow
            
             
               So
               much
               as
               may
               protect
               them
               from
               the
               cold
               ,
            
             
               But
               make
               them
               wander
               without
               house
               ,
               or
               hold
               ,
            
             
               Along
               the
               Mountains
               ,
               whilst
               they
               naked
               go
               ,
            
             
               Benumm'd
               with
               cold
               ,
               above
               the
               knees
               in
               Snow
               .
            
          
           
             
               All
               wet
               ,
               and
               weary
               ,
               those
               poor
               Souls
               do
               crawl
               
            
             
               Amongst
               the
               hanging
               Rocks
               ,
               and
               after
               all
               ,
            
             
               They
               think
               they
               're
               happy
               ,
               if
               they
               find
               some
               Cave
               ,
            
             
               VVhere
               for
               some
               time
               they
               may
               their
               bodies
               save
            
             
               From
               down-right-perishing
               in
               cold
               ,
               or
               rather
            
             
               Avoid
               the
               present
               fury
               of
               the
               VVeather
               .
            
             
               Then
               having
               rested
               ,
               in
               great
               fear
               ,
               and
               pain
               ,
            
             
               Betake
               them
               quickly
               to
               their
               Feet
               again
               ;
            
             
               And
               night
               ,
               and
               Day
               ,
               through
               hills
               and
               deserts
               roam
               ,
            
             
               Until
               half-buried
               ,
               they
               at
               length
               get
               home
               .
            
          
           
             
               Nay
               very
               Infants
               from
               the
               breasts
               they
               pluck
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               will
               not
               let
               their
               Mothers
               give
               them
               Suck
               ,
            
             
               To
               the
               full
               time
               ,
               unless
               they
               give
               a
               pledge
               ,
            
             
               T'
               assure
               them
               of
               them
               ,
               when
               they
               come
               to
               age
               .
            
             
               These
               in
               great
               numbers
               they
               do
               yearly
               sell
            
             
               For
               slaves
               ,
               or
               otherwayes
               ,
               by
               force
               compel
            
             
               The
               miserable
               Parents
               to
               redeem
               them
            
             
               At
               whatsoever
               ransom
               they
               esteem
               them
               .
            
          
           
             
               All
               men
               they
               rob
               ,
               all
               families
               they
               spoil
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               what
               the
               poor
               ones
               do
               with
               daily
               toil
            
             
               Amongst
               the
               reapers
               glean
               ,
               they
               take
               away
               ,
            
             
               Making
               the
               sheaves
               of
               th'
               hunger-starv'd
               their
               prey
               .
            
          
           
             
               Nay
               though
               our
               Peasants
               for
               security
               ,
               
            
             
               From
               these
               shrewd
               thieves
               ,
               within
               doors
               silently
               ,
            
             
               Tread
               out
               their
               Wines
               ,
               and
               with
               great
               care
               and
               toyl
               ,
            
             
               Do
               in
               some
               hidden
               corner
               make
               their
               Oyl
               :
            
             
               Yet
               maugre
               all
               the
               shifts
               they
               can
               devise
               ,
            
             
               Those
               cruel
               men
               before
               their
               very
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               Take
               all
               away
               ,
               and
               cunningly
               do
               cheat
            
             
               
                 Those
                 anxious
                 souls
              
               of
               both
               their
               Drink
               ,
               and
               Meat
               :
            
             
               So
               that
               for
               want
               of
               sustenance
               they
               dye
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               fields
               their
               bodies
               scattered
               lye
               :
            
             
               As
               food
               for
               Crows
               ,
               unburied
               here
               ,
               and
               there
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               with
               
                 contagious
                 scent
                 ▪
              
               infect
               the
               aire
               :
            
             
               VVhich
               quickly
               doth
               engender
               Pestilence
               ,
            
             
               That
               in
               its
               rage
               making
               no
               difference
            
             
             
               Betwixt
               the
               rich
               ,
               and
               poor
               ,
               doth
               sweep
               away
            
             
               Some
               thousands
               at
               a
               Muster
               every
               day
               :
            
             
               Where
               both
               the
               guilty
               ,
               and
               the
               innocent
               ,
            
             
               In
               the
               same
               Coffin
               ,
               to
               the
               Grave
               are
               sent
               ,
            
             
               On
               shoulders
               of
               poor
               Slaves
               ,
               and
               Pioneers
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               not
               a
               man
               of
               all
               their
               friends
               appears
            
             
               At
               the
               Graves-mouth
               in
               mourning
               ,
               to
               condole
            
             
               The
               Dead
               ,
               or
               say
               a
               requiem
               to
               their
               Soul
               :
            
             
               So
               that
               a
               man
               may
               well
               infer
               from
               thence
               ,
            
             
               Oppression
               is
               some
               cause
               of
               Pestilence
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               yet
               though
               Heavens
               are
               hourly
               battered
               
            
             
               With
               cryes
               of
               many
               thousands
               ruined
            
             
               By
               such
               Oppressours
               :
               though
               the
               Towns
               exclaim
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               the
               Countys
               bitterly
               do
               blame
            
             
               The
               Magistrate
               ,
               who
               should
               by
               force
               restrain
            
             
               The
               frequent
               in
               rodes
               of
               those
               
                 barbarous
                 men
              
               :
            
             
               Though
               Ghosts
               of
               all
               the
               Murthered
               round
               about
               ,
            
             
               With
               a
               loud
               voice
               ,
               for
               vengeance
               do
               cry
               out
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               God
               appears
               to
               slight
               ,
               
                 this
                 joint
                 address
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               still
               permits
               those
               Varlets
               to
               oppress
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               now
               that
               I
               have
               spoke
               sufficiently
               
            
             
               Of
               those
               ,
               
                 whose
                 trade
                 is
                 sin
              
               ,
               who
               openly
            
             
               Practise
               it
               ,
               and
               
                 esteem
                 it
                 no
                 disgrace
              
            
             
               
                 To
                 be
                 descended
                 of
                 a
                 thieving
                 race
                 .
              
            
             
               Now
               I
               shall
               show
               you
               how
               on
               th'
               other
               part
               ,
            
             
               Some
               men
               do
               sin
               as
               much
               ,
               but
               with
               great
               art
            
             
               Endeavour
               closely
               to
               conceal
               the
               same
               ,
            
             
               
                 Not
                 for
                 its
                 guilt
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 avoid
                 its
                 shame
                 .
              
            
             
               There
               be
               indeed
               some
               ,
               who
               commit
               offence
            
             
               Against
               the
               light
               of
               their
               own
               Conscience
               ,
            
             
               And
               therefore
               ,
               as
               asham'd
               of
               what
               they
               do
               ,
            
             
               Because
               they
               dare
               not
               openly
               avow
            
             
               Their
               sinful
               actings
               ,
               they
               abhore
               the
               light
               ,
            
             
               And
               wrapp'd
               up
               in
               the
               mantle
               of
               the
               night
               ,
            
             
               Practise
               the
               works
               of
               darkness
               with
               delight
               .
            
             
               Yet
               those
               ,
               most
               part
               escape
               the
               censure
               too
               ,
            
             
               Which
               you
               affirm
               to
               wicked
               men
               is
               due
               ,
            
             
               And
               flourish
               in
               this
               life
               .
               —
            
             
               Of
               these
               I
               shall
               give
               you
               some
               instances
               ,
            
             
               For
               if
               I
               should
               endeavour
               to
               express
            
             
               The
               several
               kinds
               of
               such
               ,
               who
               do
               offend
               ,
            
             
               I
               fear
               that
               my
               discourse
               should
               have
               no
               end
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               'le
               not
               then
               reckon
               all
               ,
               but
               satisfie
               
            
             
               My self
               with
               
                 Murder
                 and
                 Adultery
              
               ;
            
             
               Two
               loud-tongu'd
               sins
               ,
               as
               to
               the
               world
               are
               known
               ,
            
             
               And
               which
               are
               able
               of
               themselves
               alone
               ,
            
             
               To
               bring
               down
               Judgements
               ,
               which
               might
               overthrow
            
             
               Whole
               Kingdomes
               ,
               States
               ,
               and
               Nations
               at
               a
               blow
               .
            
             
               
                 Two
                 sins
              
               ,
               that
               in
               a
               constant
               Threnody
               ,
            
             
               Do
               call
               for
               vengeance
               ,
               whilst
               most
               bitterly
            
             
               They
               do
               accuse
               their
               actors
               ,
               and
               in
               crouds
               ,
            
             
               Make
               for
               themselves
               a
               way
               through
               thickest
               Clouds
               ,
            
             
               Each
               day
               from
               hence
               ,
               not
               resting
               while
               they
               be
            
             
               Familiar
               
                 in
                 the
                 Court
                 of
                 Heavens
              
               ,
               and
               see
            
             
             
               The
               very
               face
               of
               God
               ,
               yet
               after
               all
               ,
            
             
               Although
               for
               justice
               every
               hour
               they
               call
               ,
            
             
               God
               will
               not
               hear
               them
               ,
               for
               great
               reasons
               known
            
             
               To
               his
               Eternal
               Majesty
               alone
               .
            
             
               For
               let
               's
               observe
               but
               how
               the
               Murderers
               ,
            
             
               Before
               the
               Sun
               with
               morning
               blush
               appears
               ,
            
             
               On
               th'
               utmost
               confines
               of
               our
               Horizon
               :
            
             
               Are
               ready
               ,
               arm'd
               ,
               and
               to
               their
               work
               are
               gone
               ,
            
             
               Enter
               some
               Countrey-dwellings
               silently
               .
            
             
               And
               cut
               the
               throats
               of
               all
               the
               Family
               ;
            
             
               Then
               riffle
               every
               Room
               ,
               take
               all
               away
               ,
            
             
               And
               get
               them
               home
               before
               it
               is
               yet
               day
               .
            
          
           
             
               Th'
               Adulterer
               too
               knowing
               the
               proper
               time
               ,
               
            
             
               In
               which
               he
               may
               with
               safety
               act
               his
               Crime
               ;
            
             
               Longs
               for
               the
               twilight
               ,
               
                 when
                 he
                 poorly
                 may
              
            
             
               
                 To
                 his
                 poor
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 his
                 poor
                 Soul
                 betray
                 :
              
            
             
               For
               whilst
               he
               sick
               with
               
                 last
                 nights
                 surfeit
                 sleeps
              
            
             
               Till
               noon-tide
               ,
               then
               attires
               himself
               ,
               and
               keeps
            
             
               Within
               Doors
               at
               
                 his
                 Book
                 ,
                 and
                 violin
              
               ,
            
             
               To
               put
               himself
               
                 in
                 humour
              
               for
               his
               sin
               ;
            
             
               The
               closs
               dissembling
               night
               draws
               on
               apace
               ,
            
             
               
                 Then
                 doth
                 he
                 with
                 great
                 art
                 disguise
                 his
                 Face
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 As
                 all
                 who
                 go
                 a
                 rambling
                 .
              
               —
            
             
               Wrappp'd
               in
               long-cloak
               ,
               he
               sneaks
               along
               the
               streets
               ,
            
             
               Unknown
               ,
               as
               he
               conceives
               to
               all
               he
               meets
               :
            
             
               To
               
                 th'
                 evening-walks
              
               ,
               he
               doth
               direct
               his
               march
               ,
            
             
               Where
               he
               ,
               with
               great
               anxiety
               doth
               search
               ,
            
             
               In
               every
               Grove
               ,
               and
               arbour
               o're
               ,
               and
               o're
               ,
            
             
               Until
               he
               find
               out
               
                 his
                 beloved
                 Whore
              
               ;
            
             
               Whom
               when
               he
               finds
               ,
               in
               a
               most
               lustful
               passion
               ,
            
             
               He
               hurries
               to
               
                 the
                 place
                 of
                 assignation
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Sometimes
               in
               publick
               ,
               on
               design
               he
               walks
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               seemingly
               unconcern'd
               ,
               converses
               ,
               talks
               ,
            
             
               With
               one
               ,
               or
               other
               ,
               whilst
               still
               privatly
            
             
               Upon
               some
               Window
               he
               doth
               cast
               an
               Eye
               ,
            
             
               Where
               some
               
                 bewitching
                 face
              
               he
               doth
               espy
               .
            
             
               Then
               on
               the
               door
               he
               sets
               a
               private
               mark
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               may
               find
               the
               place
               out
               in
               the
               dark
               ;
            
             
               Thence
               to
               his
               Pandress
               quicklie
               drives
               ,
               and
               there
            
             
               What
               he
               has
               now
               discovered
               doth
               declare
               ,
            
             
               
                 A
                 beauty
                 ,
                 O
                 most
                 excellent
                 ,
                 and
                 rare
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Th'
                 old
                 sinner
              
               views
               her
               Books
               ,
               with
               care
               to
               see
            
             
               Who
               this
               same
               
                 so
                 much
                 cry'd
                 up
                 Whore
              
               can
               be
               :
            
             
               At
               length
               by
               his
               account
               she
               seems
               to
               guess
               ,
            
             
               And
               tells
               him
               she
               will
               do
               his
               business
               ,
            
             
               And
               cunningly
               appoints
               both
               time
               ,
               and
               place
               ,
            
             
               Where
               these
               do
               meet
               ,
               and
               at
               their
               ease
               ,
               and
               leasure
            
             
               Until
               the
               morning
               ,
               glut
               themselves
               with
               pleasure
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               O
               
                 the
                 morning
              
               !
               O
               the
               
                 rising
                 Sun
              
               !
               
            
             
               When
               that
               appears
               ,
               this
               man
               is
               quite
               undone
               .
            
             
               Upon
               his
               
                 nights
                 atchievments
              
               he
               reflects
               ,
            
             
               And
               finds
               himself
               assaulted
               by
               the
               checks
            
             
               Of
               
                 an
                 enraged
                 Conscience
              
               ,
               and
               appears
            
             
             
               As
               one
               distracted
               betwixt
               
                 lusts
                 ,
                 and
                 fears
              
               ,
            
             
               Leaps
               from
               his
               Bed
               ,
               attires
               himself
               anon
               ,
            
             
               Calls
               for
               a
               Bill
               ,
               and
               fain
               he
               would
               begone
               ;
            
             
               Whilst
               th'
               Whore
               yet
               sleeps
               ,
               because
               he
               apprehends
               ,
            
             
               If
               he
               should
               tarry
               longer
               ,
               by
               some
               friends
               ,
            
             
               Who
               early
               stir
               about
               their
               businesse
               ,
            
             
               He
               may
               be
               seen
               from
               
                 that
                 unlawful
                 place
              
            
             
               Come
               out
               ,
               and
               so
               these
               men
               may
               soon
               proclaim
            
             
               Through
               all
               the
               City
               
                 both
                 his
                 sin
                 ,
                 and
                 shame
                 .
              
            
             
               On
               th'
               other
               hand
               he
               judges
               he
               may
               stay
            
             
               Within
               doors
               ,
               with
               more
               safety
               ,
               while
               the
               day
            
             
               Be
               spent
               ,
               and
               in
               the
               evening
               steal
               away
               .
            
             
               In
               these
               reflections
               ,
               and
               sad
               apprehensions
               ,
            
             
               Each
               moment
               he
               doth
               alter
               his
               intentions
               ;
            
             
               His
               resolutions
               waver
               to
               ,
               and
               fro
               ,
            
             
               He
               knows
               not
               whether
               he
               should
               stay
               ,
               or
               go
               .
            
             
               Cold
               fear
               invades
               his
               Nerves
               ,
               his
               Blood
               doth
               frieze
               ,
            
             
               His
               Joints
               do
               tremble
               ,
               and
               Deaths
               terrors
               sieze
            
             
               Upon
               his
               Soul
               ,
               for
               
                 in
                 this
                 pannick
                 fear
              
               ,
            
             
               He
               thinks
               he
               sees
               the
               Husband
               every
               where
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               he
               has
               injur'd
               ,
               with
               S●iletto
               arm'd
            
             
               Ready
               t'
               assault
               his
               Person
               :
               —
            
             
               He
               thinks
               he
               hears
               him
               swear
               in
               every
               place
               ,
            
             
               He
               shall
               be
               soon
               reveng'd
               of
               his
               disgrace
               .
            
             
               At
               length
               'twixt
               hope
               and
               fear
               ,
               he
               issues
               out
               ,
            
             
               Down
               next
               blind-lane
               he
               slips
               ,
               and
               veers
               about
            
             
               By
               many
               
                 durty
                 windings
              
               here
               and
               there
               ,
            
             
               Until
               to
               the
               next
               fields
               he
               doth
               repair
               ,
            
             
               Where
               he
               doth
               walk
               ,
               as
               if
               he
               took
               the
               Air
               :
            
             
               But
               by
               and
               by
               ,
               he
               to
               the
               Woods
               doth
               fly
               ,
            
             
               For
               now
               he
               doth
               suspect
               
                 the
                 Hue
                 ,
                 and
                 Cry
              
            
             
               Is
               out
               against
               him
               :
               thus
               he
               doth
               declare
               ,
            
             
               How
               for
               his
               sin
               he
               punishment
               doth
               fear
               ,
            
             
               Resolving
               from
               such
               actions
               to
               forbear
            
             
               In
               all
               time
               coming
               .
               —
            
             
               But
               when
               his
               Lust
               begins
               again
               to
               to
               flow
               ,
            
             
               Forgetting
               wholly
               all
               his
               former
               woe
               ,
            
             
               To
               the
               same
               place
               ,
               like
               mad-man
               ,
               he
               returns
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               in
               those
               
                 unclean
                 flames
              
               ,
               again
               he
               burns
               .
            
          
           
             
               There
               's
               one
               Crime
               more
               ,
               of
               which
               I
               do
               expect
            
             
               You
               will
               permit
               me
               yet
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               to
               speak
               ,
            
             
               A
               Crime
               well
               known
               by
               th'
               name
               of
               piracy
               ,
            
             
               Which
               is
               
                 on
                 Sea
                 an
                 open
                 robbery
              
               :
            
             
               I
               have
               already
               spoke
               of
               that
               on
               Land
               ,
            
             
               And
               now
               't
               is
               fitting
               you
               should
               understand
               ,
            
             
               How
               that
               on
               Sea
               is
               no
               lesse
               openly
            
             
               Practis'd
               ,
               as
               from
               those
               men
               ,
               who
               live
               hard
               by
            
             
               The
               Coasts
               of
               the
               Red-sea
               ,
               we
               daily
               hear
               ,
            
             
               Where
               in
               great
               Fleets
               those
               Picaroons
               appear
               .
            
             
               They
               ▪
               re
               men
               who
               having
               try'd
               all
               Trades
               on
               Land
               ,
            
             
               And
               finding
               nothing
               ,
               which
               they
               took
               in
               hand
            
             
               Succeeded
               to
               their
               wish
               :
               in
               hopes
               of
               gain
               ,
            
             
               At
               length
               they
               became
               down-right
               High-way-men
               .
            
             
             
               Then
               out-law'd
               ,
               and
               by
               justice
               every
               where
            
             
               Pursu'd
               ,
               they
               found
               there
               was
               no
               living
               there
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               at
               last
               to
               Sea-towns
               they
               repair
               .
            
             
               Where
               buying
               some
               
                 small
                 Pinnace
              
               ,
               with
               a
               few
            
             
               
                 Hatchets
                 ,
                 and
                 Swords
              
               ,
               and
               mustering
               a
               crew
            
             
               Of
               Rake-hells
               ,
               like
               themselves
               ,
               to
               Sea
               they
               go
               ,
            
             
               And
               plunder
               all
               they
               meet
               ,
               both
               friend
               ,
               and
               foe
               .
            
             
               They
               spoil
               all
               Trade
               ,
               they
               make
               the
               Merchants
               groan
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               all
               States
               ,
               and
               Nations
               bemoan
            
             
               Their
               daily
               losses
               ,
               by
               such
               men
               as
               these
               ,
            
             
               Who
               'gainst
               all
               justice
               do
               infest
               the
               Seas
               .
            
             
               They
               seldom
               come
               on
               Land
               ,
               or
               if
               they
               do
               ,
            
             
               'T
               is
               in
               some
               Creek
               ,
               where
               for
               a
               day
               or
               two
               ,
            
             
               They
               do
               refresh
               themselves
               ,
               and
               with
               great
               pain
               ,
            
             
               Carine
               their
               Barks
               ,
               and
               so
               to
               Sea
               again
               .
            
             
               At
               length
               ,
               when
               by
               this
               vill'nous
               
                 roaving
                 trade
              
               ,
            
             
               Those
               Sea-opprssours
               have
               great
               Booty
               made
               ,
            
             
               To
               some
               small
               Island
               ,
               where
               they
               are
               not
               known
            
             
               They
               steer
               ,
               and
               there
               themselves
               they
               boldly
               own
            
             
               To
               be
               the
               Subjects
               of
               some
               mighty
               State
               ,
            
             
               Where
               they
               as
               Merchands
               do
               Negotiat
            
             
               With
               th'
               ●slanders
               ,
               and
               riotously
               spend
               ,
            
             
               What
               by
               
                 their
                 privateering
              
               they
               had
               gain'd
               .
            
             
               These
               in
               their
               
                 little
                 Wherryes
              
               skim
               the
               Seas
               ,
            
             
               And
               ramble
               on
               the
               Ocean
               with
               ease
               ,
            
             
               Killing
               ,
               and
               Robbing
               ,
               doing
               what
               they
               please
               .
            
             
               Who
               ,
               though
               each
               moment
               they
               have
               fair
               occasions
               ,
            
             
               T'
               enrich
               their
               Souls
               with
               pious
               Meditations
               ,
            
             
               Viewing
               Gods
               wonders
               in
               the
               deep
               :
               —
            
             
               Yet
               do
               they
               still
               their
               sinful
               Trade
               practise
               ,
            
             
               And
               both
               the
               Laws
               of
               God
               ,
               and
               man
               despise
               :
            
             
               
                 Though
                 floating
                 shrewdly
                 betwixt
                 Winds
                 ,
                 and
                 Waves
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 not
                 four
                 inches
                 distant
                 from
                 their
                 Graves
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               then
               we
               see
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               how
               at
               all
               times
               ,
               
            
             
               Men
               take
               delite
               to
               act
               
                 most
                 horrid
                 Crimes
              
               ,
            
             
               In
               a
               continued
               tract
               of
               villany
               ,
            
             
               Pray
               let
               us
               see
               now
               how
               these
               men
               do
               dye
               .
            
             
               Why
               not
               bereav'd
               of
               Life
               ,
               by
               
                 Rope
                 ,
                 or
                 Sword
              
               ,
            
             
               Not
               drown'd
               ,
               not
               cut
               in
               pieces
               ,
               in
               a
               word
               ,
            
             
               After
               they
               have
               grown
               old
               in
               sin
               ,
               and
               known
            
             
               
                 No
                 other
                 trade
                 ,
                 but
                 that
                 of
                 Hell
                 alone
                 ,
              
            
             
               As
               in
               some
               places
               ,
               Snow
               doth
               still
               appear
               ,
            
             
               Until
               the
               
                 Summer
                 Solstice
              
               of
               the
               year
               ,
            
             
               And
               undissolv'd
               in
               heaps
               it self
               doth
               show
               ,
            
             
               Until
               by
               heat
               it
               doth
               in
               waters
               flow
               :
            
             
               So
               these
               grown
               old
               in
               sin
               ,
               and
               now
               no
               more
            
             
               Able
               to
               act
               it
               ,
               as
               they
               did
               before
               ,
            
             
               Do
               softly
               dwindle
               to
               the
               Grave
               ,
               and
               there
            
             
               Lye
               down
               ,
               and
               rest
               ,
               without
               all
               fear
               ,
               or
               care
               .
            
          
           
             
               Nay
               with
               such
               calmnesse
               ,
               and
               tranquility
               ,
               
            
             
               As
               if
               they
               mean't
               to
               sleep
               ,
               they
               softly
               dye
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               so
               little
               violence
               ,
               or
               pain
               ,
            
             
               As
               even
               their
               very
               Mothers
               do
               abstain
            
             
               From
               weeping
               at
               their
               death
               ,
               and
               making
               noise
            
             
             
               Above
               their
               Corps
               ,
               but
               rather
               do
               rejoice
               ,
            
             
               To
               see
               their
               Children
               
                 in
                 th'
                 extremity
              
               ,
            
             
               Of
               age
               ,
               wealth
               ,
               honours
               ,
               and
               discretion
               dye
               .
            
             
               The
               worms
               upon
               their
               Corps
               do
               sweetly
               feed
               ,
            
             
               And
               they
               in
               Grave
               do
               find
               as
               soft
               a
               bed
               ,
            
             
               As
               do
               the
               bodies
               of
               those
               pious
               men
               ,
            
             
               Of
               whom
               no
               man
               had
               reason
               to
               complain
               ,
            
             
               Nay
               ,
               though
               those
               men
               with
               sin
               so
               soul
               ,
               and
               black
               ,
            
             
               May
               well
               be
               nam'd
               
                 villany
                 in
                 th'
                 abstract
              
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               in
               their
               Death
               ,
               there
               's
               nothing
               singular
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               do
               they
               die
               
                 in
                 horrour
                 and
                 dispair
              
               ,
            
             
               But
               like
               an
               aged
               Trunk
               ,
               fall'n
               to
               decay
               ,
            
             
               Insensibly
               they
               moulder
               quite
               away
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               here
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               I
               thought
               t'
               have
               given
               o're
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               of
               oppression
               to
               have
               spoke
               no
               more
               ,
            
             
               But
               that
               I
               think
               on
               't
               ,
               there
               's
               a
               species
               ,
            
             
               Of
               those
               unhappy
               men
               ,
               who
               do
               oppress
               ,
            
             
               Of
               whom
               I
               have
               not
               spoke
               as
               yet
               :
               there
               are
            
             
               Some
               ,
               who
               for
               neither
               rich
               ,
               nor
               poor
               do
               care
               :
            
             
               But
               bolster'd
               up
               with
               
                 vain
                 authority
              
               ,
            
             
               Against
               all
               persons
               they
               promiscuously
            
             
               Do
               vent
               their
               rage
               :
               men
               full
               of
               picquant-wrath
            
             
               Who
               threaten
               still
               Destruction
               ,
               and
               Death
            
             
               To
               all
               ,
               who
               give
               them
               but
               the
               least
               offence
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 to
                 th'
                 afflicted
                 ,
                 with
                 great
                 violence
              
            
             
               
                 They
                 add
                 affliction
              
               .
            
             
               They
               take
               great
               pleasure
               ,
               tartly
               to
               upbraid
               ,
            
             
               All
               those
               ,
               on
               whom
               the
               hand
               of
               God
               is
               laid
               .
            
             
               The
               barren
               woman
               ,
               who
               in
               doleful
               tone
               ,
            
             
               In
               private
               doth
               her
               barrenness
               bemoan
               ,
            
             
               They
               call
               an
               
                 useless
                 wretch
                 ,
                 a
                 barren
                 fool
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 dry
                 She-ass
                 ,
                 a
                 pitiful
                 Night
                 owl
                 .
              
            
             
               The
               widow
               too
               ,
               whose
               lamentable
               state
               ,
            
             
               All
               truely
               pious
               men
               compassionate
               ,
            
             
               Those
               men
               ,
               with
               all
               their
               force
               ,
               and
               art
               oppress
               ,
            
             
               And
               makes
               her
               Life
               
                 a
                 Scene
                 of
                 bitterness
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Nay
               ,
               on
               the
               wealthy
               too
               ,
               their
               hand
               they
               stretch
               
            
             
               And
               fleece
               them
               all
               ,
               as
               far
               ,
               as
               they
               can
               reach
               ,
            
             
               By
               
                 heavy
                 Fines
              
               ,
               give
               way
               to
               Informations
            
             
               Against
               them
               ,
               and
               encourage
               accusations
            
             
               On
               slender
               grounds
               ,
               which
               with
               great
               art
               they
               draw
            
             
               Out
               of
               
                 the
                 very
                 Excrements
                 of
                 Law
              
               :
            
             
               T'
               attain
               the
               lives
               and
               means
               of
               those
               they
               hate
               ,
            
             
               And
               satiat
               their
               Revenge
               at
               any
               rate
               .
            
             
               
                 Their
                 dire
                 Revenge
              
               ,
               which
               no
               man
               can
               endure
               ,
            
             
               For
               who
               is
               he
               can
               of
               his
               life
               be
               sure
               ,
            
             
               If
               once
               those
               men
               by
               
                 their
                 intelligence
              
               ,
            
             
               Can
               find
               against
               them
               any
               evidence
               ,
            
             
               Then
               must
               they
               dy
               for
               all
               their
               innocence
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               these
               ,
               these
               are
               the
               men
               ,
               who
               do
               possess
               
            
             
               
                 The
                 good
                 things
                 of
                 the
                 earth
                 :
              
               these
               men
               in
               peace
            
             
               Do
               spend
               their
               time
               ,
               whilst
               good
               and
               righteous
               men
            
             
               Of
               want
               of
               bread
               ,
               do
               every
               day
               complain
               ,
            
             
               But
               after
               all
               ,
               though
               these
               men
               sillily
            
             
             
               Suppose
               they
               sin
               ,
               with
               great
               security
               ,
            
             
               And
               think
               God
               doth
               not
               eye
               them
               ,
               nor
               remark
            
             
               At
               least
               their
               hidden
               actings
               in
               the
               dark
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               he
               doth
               eye
               them
               ,
               and
               will
               surely
               bring
            
             
               Those
               men
               to
               an
               account
               ,
               and
               reckoning
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               these
               villanous
               deeds
               ,
               and
               make
               them
               know
               ,
            
             
               That
               though
               he
               be
               a
               God
               to
               anger
               slow
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               when
               inflam'd
               with
               a
               just
               indignation
               ,
            
             
               He
               'll
               of
               his
               anger
               make
               clear
               demonstration
               ,
            
             
               And
               cut
               off
               all
               their
               race
               
                 by
                 extirpation
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               wicked
               men
               ,
               though
               in
               the
               worlds
               eyes
               
            
             
               They
               seem
               to
               swell
               ,
               and
               in
               great
               foamings
               rise
               ,
            
             
               Blown
               up
               by
               winds
               of
               pride
               ,
               
                 to
                 th'hight
                 of
                 all
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 That
                 which
                 poor
                 mortals
                 happiness
                 do
                 call
                 .
              
            
             
               Yet
               are
               their
               
                 honours
                 ,
                 titles
                 ,
                 dignities
              
               ,
            
             
               But
               meer
               delusions
               ,
               vain
               uncertainties
               ;
            
             
               Things
               of
               no
               value
               ,
               triffles
               ,
               emptie
               shows
               ,
            
             
               And
               but
               of
               short
               duration
               ,
               God
               knows
               :
            
             
               For
               in
               a
               few
               years
               time
               we
               shall
               perceive
            
             
               Them
               ,
               and
               their
               honours
               shut
               up
               in
               the
               Grave
               :
            
             
               And
               their
               successors
               prodigally
               fall
            
             
               A
               wasting
               ,
               spending
               ,
               and
               consuming
               all
               ,
            
             
               What
               those
               
                 poor
                 Caterpillers
              
               had
               with
               pain
            
             
               Amass'd
               together
               in
               their
               lives
               ,
               and
               then
            
             
               
                 There
                 shall
                 be
                 no
                 more
                 memory
                 of
                 those
                 men
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Now
               to
               conclude
               then
               ,
               if
               what
               I
               have
               said
               ,
               
            
             
               Shall
               not
               be
               able
               fully
               ,
               to
               perswade
            
             
               Your
               minds
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               that
               what
               I
               speak
               is
               true
               ,
            
             
               Come
               let
               me
               hear
               ,
               I
               pray
               now
               which
               of
               you
            
             
               Will
               undertake
               the
               question
               to
               decide
               ,
            
             
               And
               make
               appear
               
                 that
                 I
                 have
                 err'd
                 ,
                 or
                 ly'd
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             Cap.
             XXV
             .
          
           
             
               BIldad
               it
               seems
               did
               undertake
               to
               do
               it
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               in
               
                 a
                 short
                 discourse
              
               ,
               he
               thus
               spoke
               to
               it
               .
            
             
               Why
               is
               it
               so
               ?
               says
               he
               ,
               that
               thou
               must
               still
               
            
             
               Hold
               such
               opinions
               ,
               argue
               what
               we
               will
            
             
               To
               th'contrair
               ?
               what
               has
               all
               that
               we
               have
               said
            
             
               Of
               our
               good
               wishes
               ,
               no
               impression
               made
            
             
               In
               thy
               poor
               Soul
               ?
               are
               all
               our
               labours
               vain
               ?
            
             
               And
               shall
               we
               still
               have
               reason
               to
               complain
               ,
            
             
               That
               after
               all
               what
               we
               can
               do
               ,
               or
               speak
               ,
            
             
               VVe
               are
               as
               yet
               not
               able
               to
               correct
            
             
               The
               fury
               of
               
                 thy
                 hot
                 impatience
              
               ,
            
             
               But
               still
               thou
               tel'st
               us
               of
               thy
               innocence
               ?
            
             
               Ah!
               wilt
               thou
               never
               be
               convinc'd
               ?
               wilt
               thou
            
             
               Still
               wildly
               rave
               ,
               what
               ever
               we
               can
               do
            
             
               To
               bring
               thee
               to
               thy
               wits
               ?
               art'not
               asham'd
               .
            
             
             
               To
               speak
               thus
               of
               thy
               Maker
               ,
               who
               has
               fram'd
            
             
               Both
               thee
               ,
               and
               us
               of
               very
               simple
               Dust
               ,
            
             
               That
               yet
               for
               all
               this
               
                 thou
                 wilt
                 still
                 be
                 just
              
               ,
            
             
               What
               ere
               he
               say
               to
               th'
               contrair
               ,
               why
               my
               friend
               ,
            
             
               Is
               't
               fit
               thou
               with
               thy
               Maker
               shouldst
               contend
               ?
            
             
               With
               him
               ,
               who
               all
               perfection
               doth
               transcend
               ?
            
             
               With
               him
               is
               fear
               ,
               dominion
               ,
               power
               ,
               and
               state
               ,
            
             
               Honour
               ,
               and
               glory
               :
               
                 pray
                 who
                 can
                 debate
              
            
             
               
                 With
                 our
                 Almighty
                 God
              
               :
               with
               God
               on
               high
               ,
            
             
               Under
               whose
               feet
               we
               Mortals
               grovelling
               ly
               ?
            
             
               Wilt
               thou
               contend
               with
               him
               whom
               all
               obey
            
             
               Whom
               no
               command
               or
               power
               dare
               gain-say
               ?
            
             
               
                 A
                 God
                 unlimited
                 ,
                 and
                 absolute
              
            
             
               
                 In
                 all
                 his
                 actings
              
               ,
               and
               wilt
               thou
               dispute
            
             
               With
               such
               a
               one
               ?
            
          
           
             
               His
               mighty
               armies
               are
               innumerable
               ,
               
            
             
               By
               which
               ,
               at
               all
               occasions
               he
               is
               able
            
             
               To
               make
               all
               men
               from
               Wars
               ,
               and
               Tumults
               cease
               ,
            
             
               And
               keep
               the
               whole
               Creation
               in
               peace
               :
            
             
               He
               makes
               his
               Sun
               on
               every
               Creature
               shine
               ,
            
             
               Without
               distinction
               ,
               who
               then
               should
               repine
               ,
            
             
               Or
               say
               that
               he
               is
               partial
               ?
               when
               his
               care
            
             
               For
               all
               his
               Creatures
               equal
               doth
               appear
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 O
                 then
                 ,
                 since
                 God
                 is
                 absolute
                 ,
                 and
                 high
                 ,
              
               
            
             
               
                 Unlimited
                 ,
                 in
                 power
                 ,
                 and
                 soveraignty
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 All-seeing
                 ,
                 wise
                 ,
                 impartially
                 just
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               best
               of
               men
               is
               but
               a
               mass
               of
               dust
               :
            
             
               Who
               's
               he
               that
               in
               his
               presence
               dares
               assert
            
             
               That
               he
               is
               clean
               ,
               and
               upright
               in
               his
               heart
               ?
            
             
               Who
               's
               he
               dares
               undertake
               to
               justifie
            
             
               Himself
               before
               his
               Maker
               ,
               or
               denie
            
             
               That
               he
               is
               sinful
               ,
               and
               by
               consequence
            
             
               Deserves
               to
               be
               chastis'd
               for
               his
               offence
               ?
            
             
               Who
               's
               he
               of
               Woman
               born
               that
               can
               be
               clean
               ?
            
             
               Was
               ever
               yet
               that
               Mortal
               heard
               ,
               or
               seen
            
             
               That
               came
               into
               the
               World
               without
               Sin
               ,
            
             
               Since
               our
               first
               Parents
               did
               of
               old
               begin
            
             
               To
               lay
               the
               first
               foundation
               of
               offence
               ,
            
             
               Entailing
               firmly
               on
               their
               race
               ,
               from
               thence
            
             
               A
               sad
               inheritance
               of
               sin
               ,
               a
               black
               ,
            
             
               And
               uglie
               spot
               ,
               in
               a
               continued
               tract
            
             
               Of
               Generation
               from
               the
               dismal
               time
            
             
               That
               these
               (
               till
               then
               unknown
               )
               durst
               act
               a
               crime
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               how
               darst
               thou
               affirm
               that
               thou
               art
               pure
               
            
             
               I'th'sight
               of
               God
               ?
               dost
               think
               we
               can
               endure
            
             
               To
               hear
               a
               man
               so
               impudentlie
               speak
            
             
               Of
               what
               but
               even
               to
               think
               deserves
               a
               check
               ?
            
             
               Pray
               but
               behold
               the
               Moon
               :
               observe
               ,
               I
               pray
            
             
               How
               now
               at
               Nights
               it
               doth
               its
               beams
               display
            
             
               In
               imitation
               of
               the
               light
               of
               day
               .
            
             
               View
               but
               the
               Stars
               too
               ,
               and
               observe
               how
               these
            
             
               Shine
               ,
               like
               bright
               Tapers
               in
               
                 Kings
                 Pallaces
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               though
               not
               great
               ,
               yet
               yield
               an
               useful
               light
            
             
               T'
               allay
               the
               horror
               of
               
                 the
                 tedious
                 night
              
               .
            
             
             
               Now
               one
               should
               think
               those
               glorious
               Heavenlie
               Creatures
               ,
            
             
               By
               their
               own
               Constitutions
               ,
               and
               Natures
            
             
               Were
               pure
               and
               clean
               :
               but
               't
               is
               a
               great
               mistake
               ,
            
             
               For
               those
               ,
               what
               ever
               figure
               they
               do
               make
            
             
               Of
               bright
               unspotted
               glorie
               ,
               in
               which
               sure
            
             
               They
               mankind
               do
               exceed
               ,
               and
               are
               more
               pure
            
             
               Than
               anie
               of
               us
               all
               ,
               yet
               in
               his
               eyes
            
             
               Those
               glorious
               Creatures
               with
               Impurities
            
             
               Are
               overspread
               ,
               and
               in
               his
               sight
               appear
            
             
               Unclean
               ,
               and
               Daple-spotted
               every
               where
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               how
               much
               more
               unclean
               ,
               foul
               ,
               and
               deform
               ,
               
            
             
               Is
               man
               before
               him
               ?
               man
               a
               verie
               Worm
               ,
            
             
               
                 A
                 Moth
                 ,
                 an
                 Aunt
                 ,
                 a
                 Spider
                 ,
              
               anie
               thing
            
             
               That
               may
               be
               thought
               not
               worth
               the
               valuing
               .
            
             
               Man
               a
               meer
               Frog
               ,
               a
               thing
               both
               mean
               ,
               and
               base
            
             
               
                 A
                 sillie
                 Worm
              
               ,
               both
               he
               ,
               and
               all
               his
               race
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Cap.
             XXVI
             .
          
           
             
               TO
               hear
               such
               language
               without
               some
               offence
               ,
               
            
             
               Requir'd
               in
               Job
               a
               solid
               patience
               .
            
             
               Who
               though
               he
               's
               now
               nigh
               spent
               ,
               and
               hardlie
               able
            
             
               To
               speak
               ,
               yet
               hearing
               how
               his
               friend
               did
               table
            
             
               The
               same
               Discourse
               ,
               which
               had
               so
               oft
               before
            
             
               Been
               argued
               on
               both
               sides
               ,
               o're
               and
               o're
               :
            
             
               With
               some
               disdain
               ,
               
                 and
                 seeming
                 Indignation
              
               ,
            
             
               He
               thus
               put
               in
               his
               answer
               .
            
          
           
             
               Pray
               now
               ,
               good
               friend
               ,
               if
               I
               without
               offence
               
            
             
               To
               your
               so
               oft
               displayed
               eloquence
            
             
               May
               ask
               the
               question
               ,
               pray
               now
               let
               me
               see
            
             
               What
               comfort
               brings
               all
               this
               Discourse
               to
               me
               ?
            
             
               What
               comfort
               ,
               pray
               my
               friend
               ?
               is
               this
               the
               way
               ,
            
             
               Are
               these
               the
               methods
               ,
               these
               the
               means
               ,
               now
               pray
               ,
            
             
               By
               which
               you
               would
               afford
               me
               some
               solace
               ,
            
             
               In
               this
               
                 my
                 sad
                 ,
                 and
                 lamentable
                 case
                 ?
              
            
             
               No
               sure
               ,
               for
               what
               by
               your
               Discourse
               appears
               ,
            
             
               Your
               onlie
               aim
               is
               to
               augment
               my
               feares
               :
            
             
               For
               you
               still
               tell
               me
               that
               
                 my
                 God
                 is
                 great
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Absolute
                 ,
                 Boundless
                 ,
                 and
                 Unlimitat
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               how
               compar'd
               with
               him
               ,
               wee
               're
               all
               but
               dust
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               conclude
               none
               can
               be
               pure
               ,
               and
               just
            
             
               In
               sight
               of
               our
               great
               God.
            
             
               Is
               this
               to
               comfort
               pray
               ?
               is
               this
               t'
               allay
            
             
               The
               
                 Feaver
                 of
                 my
                 Soul
              
               ?
               is
               this
               ,
               I
               say
               ,
            
             
               The
               way
               to
               comfort
               one
               in
               sad
               distress
               ,
            
             
               By
               Baiting
               of
               him
               ,
               with
               such
               words
               ,
               as
               these
               ?
            
             
               Words
               stuff'd
               with
               terror
               :
               words
               of
               dreadful
               sense
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               th'
               afflicted
               of
               sad
               consequence
               :
            
             
               Words
               that
               with
               comfort
               so
               repugnant
               are
               ,
            
             
               As
               they
               'd
               provoke
               one
               rather
               to
               despair
               ▪
            
             
             
               Words
               of
               severest
               rigor
               ;
               words
               of
               death
               ,
            
             
               Words
               ,
               that
               would
               shake
               a
               verie
               solid
               faith
               :
            
             
               Is
               this
               the
               comfort
               you
               intend
               ?
               alace
               ,
            
             
               This
               all
               the
               pity
               you
               have
               on
               my
               case
            
             
               To
               fright
               me
               with
               such
               passages
               as
               these
               ?
            
             
               For
               when
               you
               tell
               me
               that
               my
               sins
               do
               merit
            
             
               All
               I
               endure
               ,
               you
               do
               so
               crush
               my
               spirit
               ,
            
             
               You
               do
               so
               damp
               my
               wearied
               soul
               with
               fear
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               am
               almost
               readie
               to
               despair
               :
            
             
               And
               were
               't
               not
               that
               my
               God
               in
               mercie
               yet
            
             
               Sustain'd
               my
               spirit
               ;
               I
               would
               soon
               forget
            
             
               My
               dutie
               to
               him
               ,
               and
               undoubtedlie
               ,
            
             
               As
               my
               impatient
               Wife
               did
               formerlie
            
             
               Advise
               me
               ,
               I
               should
               curse
               his
               Name
               ,
               and
               die
               .
            
             
               But
               O
               my
               Soul
               ,
               do
               thou
               
                 his
                 Glorious
                 Name
              
               ,
            
             
               In
               gratitude
               ,
               to
               everie
               age
               proclaim
               :
            
             
               His
               Name
               ,
               who
               thee
               so
               graciouslie
               supports
               ,
            
             
               When
               men
               against
               thee
               make
               such
               strong
               efforts
               .
            
          
           
             
               Pray
               then
               ,
               my
               dear
               friend
               ,
               if
               I
               may
               demand
               ,
            
             
               Without
               offence
               :
               let
               me
               but
               understand
               ,
               
            
             
               What
               dost
               thou
               by
               this
               short
               Discourse
               intend
               ,
            
             
               What
               wouldst
               infer
               from
               thence
               ?
               pray
               to
               what
               end
            
             
               Dost
               thou
               with
               so
               much
               art
               delineat
            
             
               The
               Power
               of
               God
               ,
               and
               so
               expatiat
            
             
               Upon
               his
               works
               ,
               as
               if
               thou
               thought'st
               that
               I
            
             
               Did
               anie
               of
               his
               Atributes
               denie
               ?
            
             
               Are
               these
               the
               methods
               ,
               by
               which
               you
               intend
            
             
               T'
               instruct
               your
               shallow
               ,
               
                 and
                 unthinking
                 friend
              
               ?
            
             
               You
               say
               I
               've
               err'd
               ,
               why
               truth
               it
               may
               be
               so
               ,
            
             
               But
               by
               what
               you
               have
               spoke
               ,
               I
               do
               not
               know
            
             
               As
               yet
               in
               what
               :
               For
               I
               ,
               as
               well
               as
               you
               ,
            
             
               A
               firm
               that
               God
               to
               no
               man
               doth
               allow
            
             
               Such
               puritie
               ,
               as
               he
               may
               arrogate
            
             
               Th'
               inheritance
               of
               an
               immortal
               state
               ,
            
             
               T'
               himself
               from
               thence
               :
               I
               do
               with
               you
               agree
               ,
            
             
               That
               
                 God
                 is
                 great
                 and
                 just
              
               ,
               and
               as
               for
               me
               ,
            
             
               I
               'me
               but
               a
               Worm
               indeed
               ,
               a
               verie
               Gnat
               ,
            
             
               
                 A
                 Fly
                 ,
                 a
                 Wasp
              
               ,
               a
               thing
               ,
               I
               know
               not
               what
               ,
            
             
               So
               mean
               ,
               so
               low
               ,
               and
               of
               so
               small
               esteem
               ,
            
             
               
                 As
                 baseness
                 is
                 it self
                 ,
                 compar'd
                 with
                 him
                 .
              
            
             
               I
               do
               agree
               with
               you
               that
               sinful
               men
               ,
            
             
               On
               this
               side
               time
               ,
               are
               often
               overtane
            
             
               With
               punishment
               ;
               nor
               do
               I
               yet
               denie
            
             
               But
               God
               doth
               his
               Displeasure
               signifie
               ,
            
             
               By
               previous
               signs
               ,
               to
               such
               ,
               ere
               he
               doth
               fall
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               them
               in
               his
               Wrath
               ,
               for
               good
               and
               all
               .
            
             
               
                 But
                 that
                 he
                 sends
                 afflictions
                 on
                 none
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 But
                 those
                 whose
                 sins
                 do
                 merit
                 Hell
                 alone
                 .
              
            
             
               I
               still
               denie
               ,
               and
               in
               that
               Confidence
               ,
            
             
               To
               all
               your
               bold
               ,
               and
               cruel
               Eloquence
               ,
            
             
               I
               still
               oppose
               my
               Faith
               ,
               and
               Innocence
               .
            
             
               On
               these
               ,
               and
               on
               Gods
               mercie
               I
               relie
               ,
            
             
               And
               if
               you
               think
               I
               argue
               foolishlie
               ,
            
             
               Convince
               me
               ,
               pray
               ,
               by
               other
               arguments
            
             
               Then
               I
               have
               heard
               as
               yet
               .
            
             
             
               But
               thus
               to
               treat
               me
               ,
               thus
               to
               aggravate
            
             
               My
               woes
               :
               to
               comfort
               me
               at
               such
               a
               rate
               ,
            
             
               By
               adding
               to
               my
               sorrows
               ,
               is
               ,
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               
                 A
                 comforting
              
               ,
               of
               which
               I
               have
               not
               read
               :
            
             
               'T
               is
               such
               a
               method
               ,
               as
               I
               think
               that
               none
            
             
               Did
               ever
               yet
               practise
               ,
               but
               you
               alone
               .
            
             
               I
               do
               confess
               ,
               indeed
               ,
               my
               grief
               is
               such
               ,
            
             
               As
               may
               have
               prompted
               me
               to
               speak
               too
               much
            
             
               Upon
               the
               Subject
               ;
               and
               I
               don't
               denie
               ,
            
             
               But
               in
               my
               
                 sore
                 ,
                 and
                 bitter
                 agonie
              
               ,
            
             
               Some
               words
               might
               fall
               ,
               I
               cannot
               justifie
               .
            
             
               But
               when
               you
               see
               me
               in
               this
               dire
               estate
               ,
            
             
               With
               griefs
               and
               sorrows
               so
               exasperate
               ,
            
             
               And
               plagu'd
               with
               such
               sad
               exercise
               of
               mind
               ,
            
             
               I
               did
               expect
               you
               would
               a'been
               so
               kind
               ,
            
             
               As
               to
               afford
               me
               counsel
               ,
               and
               advice
               ;
            
             
               That
               such
               a
               fool
               as
               I
               ,
               by
               men
               so
               wise
            
             
               As
               you
               are
               ,
               might
               b'instructed
               in
               the
               case
               ,
            
             
               But
               stead
               of
               that
               ,
               you
               tell
               me
               in
               my
               face
               ,
            
             
               I
               'm
               lost
               ,
               undone
               ,
               and
               may
               in
               justice
               fear
            
             
               Moe
               pains
               ,
               and
               torments
               ,
               then
               I
               yet
               do
               bear
               ;
            
             
               
                 Such
                 comforting
                 did
                 ever
                 Mortal
                 hear
                 !
              
            
          
           
             
               What
               spirit
               moves
               thee
               thus
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               to
               speak
               ?
               
            
             
               Dost
               thou
               imagine
               I
               am
               yet
               so
               weak
               ,
            
             
               But
               that
               I
               understand
               as
               well
               as
               thou
               ,
            
             
               What
               is
               Gods
               greatness
               ,
               and
               his
               justice
               too
               ?
            
             
               What
               spirit
               then
               doth
               move
               thee
               thus
               to
               speak
               ?
            
             
               Dost
               thou
               intend
               to
               comfort
               or
               correct
            
             
               Thy
               poor
               afflicted
               friend
               ?
               do
               ,
               let
               me
               know
               ,
            
             
               Whether
               thou
               means't
               to
               comfort
               me
               ,
               or
               no
               ?
            
             
               For
               what
               thou
               speaks't
               doth
               nothing
               contribute
            
             
               T'
               uphold
               my
               
                 swouning
                 spirits
              
               ,
               or
               recruit
            
             
               My
               so
               much
               
                 wasted
                 strength
              
               :
               I
               cannot
               see
            
             
               What
               comfort
               all
               thy
               speeches
               yield
               to
               me
               .
            
             
               For
               with
               such
               zeal
               ,
               and
               fervour
               thus
               to
               press
            
             
               Once
               ,
               and
               again
               ,
               what
               all
               men
               do
               confess
               :
            
             
               Gods
               power
               ,
               and
               greatness
               thus
               still
               to
               repeat
            
             
               Were
               to
               suppose
               that
               we
               did
               now
               debate
            
             
               The
               truth
               of
               these
               things
               ,
               and
               that
               I
               deny'd
               ,
            
             
               What
               you
               so
               eagerly
               affirm
               ;
               beside
            
             
               If
               any
               man
               should
               chance
               to
               hear
               us
               now
            
             
               Upon
               this
               Subject
               ,
               and
               observ'd
               but
               how
            
             
               Thou
               ,
               and
               my
               other
               friends
               ,
               with
               all
               the
               Art
               ,
            
             
               That
               Learning
               can
               afford
               ,
               do
               still
               assert
            
             
               What
               I
               deny
               :
               hee
               'd
               presently
               conclude
            
             
               
                 That
                 you
                 are
                 pious
                 men
                 ,
                 and
                 I
                 a
                 leud
              
            
             
               
                 Ungodly
                 person
              
               ,
               whereas
               you
               all
               know
               ,
            
             
               And
               are
               convinc'd
               your selves
               ,
               things
               are
               not
               so
               .
            
             
               Pray
               then
               forbear
               this
               way
               of
               comforting
               ,
            
             
               By
               such
               reiterated
               arguing
               ,
            
             
               And
               telling
               of
               me
               things
               I
               don't
               deny
               :
            
             
               For
               what
               doth
               all
               this
               talking
               signifie
            
             
               T'
               a
               poor
               afflicted
               man
               ?
               and
               if
               you
               please
            
             
               Pray
               use
               such
               words
               as
               may
               afford
               some
               ease
            
             
             
               To
               one
               in
               a
               deplorable
               estate
               ,
            
             
               And
               let
               me
               hear
               no
               more
               of
               your
               debate
               :
            
             
               For
               what
               you
               speak
               ,
               if
               I
               do
               understand
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               not
               concern
               
                 the
                 question
                 in
                 hand
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               here
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               that
               you
               may
               no
               more
               Preach
               
            
             
               Upon
               this
               Theme
               ,
               as
               if
               you
               meant
               to
               teach
            
             
               One
               that
               is
               dull
               ,
               and
               ignorant
               ,
               I
               'le
               show
            
             
               How
               I
               Gods
               Greatness
               ,
               and
               his
               Justice
               know
            
             
               As
               well
               as
               any
               of
               you
               all
               ,
               and
               how
            
             
               I
               can
               descant
               upon
               his
               wonders
               too
               .
            
             
               Allow
               me
               then
               his
               Greatness
               to
               express
               ,
            
             
               As
               you
               have
               done
               ,
               by
               as
               few
               instances
               .
            
             
               First
               then
               ,
               that
               my
               discourse
               may
               method
               keep
               ,
            
             
               Let
               us
               observe
               his
               wonders
               in
               the
               deep
               ;
            
             
               Let
               's
               there
               begin
               ,
               and
               see
               how
               providence
            
             
               So
               vast
               ,
               so
               pow'rful
               ,
               so
               profound
               ,
               immense
               ,
            
             
               Active
               ,
               and
               quick
               at
               all
               occurrences
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               reach
               ev'n
               
                 to
                 the
                 bottom
                 of
                 the
                 Seas
                 .
              
            
             
               There
               he
               doth
               rule
               ,
               as
               well
               as
               on
               the
               Land
               ,
            
             
               There
               all
               the
               Creatures
               ,
               which
               his
               mighty
               hand
            
             
               Hath
               fram'd
               ,
               submit
               themselves
               to
               his
               command
               .
            
             
               Those
               
                 Monsters
                 of
                 the
                 Ocean
              
               ,
               who
               afright
            
             
               Th'
               admiring
               Sea-man
               ,
               with
               their
               very
               sight
               :
            
             
               Those
               dreadful
               Creatures
               of
               such
               various
               frames
               ,
            
             
               As
               we
               do
               hardly
               yet
               know
               all
               their
               names
               :
            
             
               Those
               
                 numerous
                 Giants
                 of
                 the
                 deep
              
               ,
               who
               scoure
            
             
               The
               Ocean
               with
               an
               
                 Arbitrary
                 power
              
               ,
            
             
               Swallowing
               their
               fellow-creatures
               with
               such
               ease
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               they
               claim'd
               dominion
               of
               the
               Seas
               .
            
             
               Who
               ,
               when
               they
               mean
               to
               sport
               themselves
               ,
               will
               make
            
             
               Th'
               unbroken
               Waves
               with
               their
               strong
               motion
               shake
               ,
            
             
               Like
               troubled
               Waters
               ,
               and
               anon
               ,
               to
               show
            
             
               Their
               force
               ,
               
                 whole
                 Tuns
                 of
                 Water
                 up
                 they
                 throw
              
            
             
               From
               their
               prodigious
               Snouts
               ,
               as
               if
               they
               'd
               dare
            
             
               By
               force
               of
               Water
               to
               subdue
               the
               Air.
            
             
               Those
               huge
               portentuous
               Creatures
               ,
               though
               they
               seem
            
             
               In
               their
               own
               Sphere
               to
               be
               of
               some
               esteem
               ,
            
             
               To
               have
               some
               pow'r
               ,
               dominion
               ,
               and
               command
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               are
               they
               govern'd
               by
               his
               mighty
               hand
               ,
            
             
               And
               do
               submit
               their
               necks
               ,
               with
               deference
            
             
               
                 To
                 his
                 great
                 Lord-Lieutenent
                 Providence
              
               :
            
             
               Who
               ,
               when
               he
               sees
               those
               Creatures
               wantonly
            
             
               Sporting
               along
               the
               Ocean
               ,
               by
               and
               by
            
             
               With
               single
               nod
               commands
               them
               to
               be
               gone
               ,
            
             
               Then
               like
               so
               many
               Slaves
               they
               trembling
               run
            
             
               To
               the
               Seas
               bottom
               ,
               where
               they
               groveling
               ly
               ,
            
             
               Until
               from
               him
               they
               have
               the
               liberty
            
             
               To
               swim
               aloft
               ;
               and
               there
               they
               roam
               about
            
             
               At
               every
               prey
               ,
               till
               their
               Verloof
               run
               out
               .
            
             
               Dead
               things
               he
               also
               orders
               in
               the
               Seas
               ,
            
             
               Such
               as
               
                 Pearls
                 ,
                 Amber
                 ,
                 Coral
                 ,
                 Ambergrease
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               
                 Sperma
                 cete
              
               ,
               which
               for
               humane
               use
               ,
            
             
               He
               makes
               them
               as
               a
               yearly
               Rent
               ,
               produce
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Now
               as
               he
               rules
               i'th'bottom
               of
               the
               Seas
               ,
               
            
             
               So
               in
               the
               earth
               he
               orders
               all
               with
               ease
               .
            
             
               He
               views
               its
               darkest
               Caverns
               ,
               and
               descryes
            
             
               What
               is
               impervious
               to
               all
               humane
               eyes
               .
            
             
               The
               Grave
               before
               him
               opens
               up
               her
               Womb
               ,
            
             
               His
               eyes
               doth
               pierce
               the
               clossest
               Marble
               Tomb.
            
             
               No
               place
               affords
               a
               shelter
               from
               his
               wrath
               ,
            
             
               Not
               all
               
                 the
                 winding
                 Labyrinths
                 of
                 death
              
               ;
            
             
               Not
               Hell
               it self
               ,
               in
               whose
               closs
               Vaults
               do
               ly
            
             
               The
               burning
               Tares
               of
               poor
               Mortality
               ;
            
             
               Where
               damned
               Souls
               eternally
               bemoan
            
             
               Their
               idle
               progress
               here
               on
               earth
               ,
               whilest
               none
            
             
               Can
               make
               them
               help
               ,
               and
               to
               no
               purpose
               groan
               .
            
             
               Where
               grining
               Fiends
               by
               his
               permission
               rule
               ,
            
             
               And
               treat
               our
               glorious
               World
               in
               ridicule
               ,
            
             
               Making
               the
               highest
               'mongst
               the
               lowest
               ly
               ,
            
             
               Where
               all
               are
               Cudgell'd
               to
               conformity
               .
            
             
               Yet
               of
               this
               Dungeon
               he
               doth
               keep
               the
               Keys
               ,
            
             
               And
               every
               moment
               doth
               survey
               with
               ease
            
             
               The
               actions
               ,
               postures
               ,
               tears
               of
               all
               in
               Hell
               ,
            
             
               And
               the
               sad
               living
               knows
               exactly
               well
            
             
               Of
               all
               those
               Souls
               ,
               who
               nigh
               Earths
               Center
               dwell
               .
            
          
           
             
               With
               curious
               Art
               he
               doth
               expose
               to
               th'
               eye
               
            
             
               That
               large
               and
               glorious
               
                 Azure
                 Canopy
              
               ,
            
             
               Which
               round
               this
               Earthen
               Glob
               ,
               he
               doth
               expand
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               in
               its
               Center
               ,
               with
               a
               mighty
               hand
            
             
               He
               makes
               this
               Glob
               so
               spacious
               and
               fair
            
             
               Unfix'd
               ,
               unprop'd
               ,
               unfounded
               any
               where
               ,
            
             
               Hang
               ,
               like
               a
               Water-bubble
               in
               the
               Air.
            
             
               Here
               then
               let
               admiration
               fix
               its
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               And
               
                 high-flown
                 Art
              
               ,
               its
               Artless
               self
               despise
               ,
            
             
               When
               it
               considers
               ,
               how
               beyond
               all
               Art
               ,
            
             
               And
               contrair
               to
               what
               reason
               doth
               impart
               ,
            
             
               A
               solid
               Body
               ,
               which
               should
               downwards
               tend
               ,
            
             
               By
               Nature
               ,
               and
               is
               apt
               still
               to
               descend
               ,
            
             
               Should
               in
               this
               posture
               Pendulous
               remain
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               its
               own
               weight
               ,
               it
               s
               own
               weight
               sustain
               .
            
             
               To
               see
               gross
               Earth
               ,
               and
               heavy
               Water
               mix't
               ,
            
             
               Stand
               so
               unmoving
               ,
               so
               secure
               ,
               so
               fix't
               ,
            
             
               Amidst
               the
               Light
               ,
               thin
               Element
               of
               Air
               ,
            
             
               
                 That
                 unresisting
                 Element
              
               ,
               that
               rare
            
             
               And
               tender'st
               Cob-web
               of
               the
               whole
               Creation
               ,
            
             
               Is
               that
               ,
               which
               doth
               exceed
               all
               admiration
               .
            
             
               When
               ev'n
               its
               Wing'd-Inhabitants
               ,
               how
               e're
            
             
               They
               at
               some
               distance
               to
               us
               do
               appear
            
             
               To
               stand
               sometime
               i'th'Air
               :
               yet
               coming
               nigh
            
             
               We
               see
               they
               do
               not
               stand
               ,
               but
               softly
               fly
               ,
            
             
               For
               sure
               ,
               without
               some
               motion
               ,
               they
               could
               ne're
            
             
               Subsist
               ,
               but
               a
               few
               minuts
               in
               the
               Air.
            
             
               To
               see
               a
               Mass
               with
               gravity
               deprest
            
             
               On
               such
               a
               
                 Downy
                 Pillow
              
               sweetly
               rest
               ,
            
             
               And
               yet
               that
               Pillow
               firm
               ,
               and
               solid
               still
               ,
            
             
               On
               which
               it
               rests
               appear
               :
               say
               what
               you
               will
               ,
            
             
             
               Is
               that
               which
               doth
               all
               reason
               far
               transcend
               ,
            
             
               And
               if
               to
               know
               it
               more
               we
               do
               intend
               ,
            
             
               Of
               idle
               searching
               there
               shall
               be
               no
               end
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               let
               us
               from
               the
               Earth
               a
               while
               remove
               
            
             
               Our
               eyes
               ,
               and
               see
               what
               order's
               kep't
               above
               .
            
             
               Let
               's
               make
               a
               progresse
               through
               this
               spacious
               Air
               ,
            
             
               And
               view
               what
               curiosities
               are
               there
            
             
               Remarkable
               ;
               i'
               th'
               first
               place
               let
               us
               see
               ,
            
             
               What
               
                 glomerating
                 Bodies
              
               these
               may
               be
               ,
            
             
               Who
               nimbly
               tumble
               all
               along
               the
               Air
               ,
            
             
               And
               no
               small
               figure
               make
               in
               their
               own
               Sphere
               .
            
             
               Those
               
                 glorious
                 embroideries
              
               of
               the
               Skys
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               various
               colours
               feast
               the
               curious
               eyes
               .
            
             
               Those
               Clouds
               ,
               which
               do
               above
               our
               heads
               appear
               ,
            
             
               What
               are
               they
               ,
               '
               pray
               ?
               for
               what
               use
               are
               they
               there
               ?
            
             
               What
               service
               do
               they
               make
               ?
               why
               ,
               we
               must
               know
               ,
            
             
               That
               even
               in
               those
               ,
               God
               doth
               his
               wonders
               show
               .
            
             
               For
               as
               we
               see
               in
               Gardens
               ,
               how
               the
               care
            
             
               And
               cautious
               foresight
               of
               the
               Gardiner
               ,
            
             
               Large
               quantities
               of
               waters
               doth
               retain
            
             
               In
               Cisterns
               ,
               to
               supply
               the
               want
               of
               Rain
               ,
            
             
               Whereby
               his
               Plants
               he
               moistens
               now
               and
               then
               .
            
             
               So
               though
               the
               Earth
               is
               moistned
               with
               the
               Seas
               ,
            
             
               Who
               wash
               it
               on
               all
               hands
               ,
               and
               by
               degrees
               ,
            
             
               Through
               all
               its
               Bowels
               squirt
               themselves
               ,
               and
               so
            
             
               At
               length
               in
               Springs
               ,
               and
               Rivers
               gently
               flow
            
             
               For
               that
               same
               end
               ;
               yet
               he
               takes
               further
               care
            
             
               Of
               this
               great
               Garden
               ,
               as
               great
               Gardiner
               :
            
             
               And
               l●st
               those
               Springs
               at
               any
               time
               run
               dry
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               the
               Earth
               grow
               sterile
               ,
               by
               and
               by
               ,
            
             
               Whole
               Oceans
               he
               pumps
               up
               to
               the
               Sky
               .
            
             
               By
               a
               great
               engine
               called
               Exhalation
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               those
               airy
               Clouds
               to
               admiration
               ,
            
             
               Those
               waters
               ,
               he
               doth
               firm
               ,
               and
               sure
               retain
               ,
            
             
               And
               only
               sifts
               them
               gently
               out
               in
               rain
               ,
            
             
               As
               through
               the
               Cribrous
               snout
               of
               Water-pot
               ▪
            
             
               The
               Gardner
               softly
               wets
               his
               Garden
               Plot
               :
            
             
               So
               he
               from
               thence
               this
               Earth
               doth
               irrigate
               ;
            
             
               For
               should
               one
               Cloud
               but
               burst
               ,
               without
               debate
            
             
               A
               Deluge
               would
               ensue
               .
               But
               O
               ,
               the
               care
            
             
               Of
               Providence
               ,
               that
               in
               
                 those
                 Bags
                 of
                 Air
              
               ;
            
             
               Those
               
                 Hankerchiefs
                 of
                 condens'd
                 vapours
              
               ,
               those
            
             
               So
               spongious
               Tankards
               he
               should
               keep
               so
               close
               ,
            
             
               Such
               quantities
               of
               Waters
               Tunn'd
               ,
               and
               Pal'd
               ,
            
             
               As
               sure
               ,
               
                 as
                 if
                 in
                 Bottles
                 ,
                 Cork'd
                 ,
                 and
                 Seal'd
              
               ;
            
             
               When
               one
               would
               think
               (
               by
               rules
               of
               Art
               to
               speak
               )
            
             
               Those
               shoulders
               for
               such
               burdens
               were
               too
               weak
               ;
            
             
               And
               that
               the
               weight
               o'
               th'
               waters
               they
               contain
               ,
            
             
               Might
               make
               
                 those
                 vaporous
                 Bottles
              
               burst
               in
               twain
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               then
               we
               see
               those
               Clouds
               created
               were
               ,
               
            
             
               To
               serve
               the
               useful
               Water-works
               i'
               th'
               Air.
            
             
               For
               in
               these
               ,
               Liquor
               stor'd
               in
               Magazine
               ,
            
             
               Is
               kep't
               
                 in
                 Cask
                 entire
              
               ,
               upon
               design
               ,
            
             
               Not
               to
               be
               drawn
               off
               ,
               but
               when
               he
               'd
               supply
            
             
             
               The
               drouthy
               Earth
               ,
               what
               time
               it
               becomes
               dry
               .
            
             
               And
               yet
               those
               brim-full
               Clouds
               sometime
               appear
               ,
            
             
               So
               settled
               ,
               and
               almost
               transparent
               clear
               :
            
             
               As
               if
               no
               waters
               in
               their
               belly
               were
               .
            
             
               And
               then
               we
               seem
               to
               view
               the
               Heavenly
               Throne
               ,
            
             
               In
               its
               full
               glory
               ;
               but
               when
               God
               anon
               ,
            
             
               Intends
               this
               glory
               from
               our
               eyes
               to
               shrowd
               ,
            
             
               'T
               is
               but
               to
               interpose
               a
               
                 sable
                 Cloud
              
               :
            
             
               
                 A
                 sable
                 Cloud
              
               ,
               which
               he
               can
               quickly
               make
            
             
               Out
               of
               the
               clearest
               :
               as
               if
               one
               should
               shake
            
             
               A
               
                 Christal
                 Bottle
              
               ,
               in
               which
               ,
               for
               some
               space
               ,
            
             
               Liquor
               preserv'd
               appears
               clear
               as
               the
               Glasse
               ;
            
             
               Because
               by
               time
               its
               Dregs
               being
               separate
            
             
               From
               
                 th'
                 spirits
              
               ;
               in
               the
               bottom
               take
               their
               seat
               ,
            
             
               But
               once
               being
               shak'd
               ,
               what
               formerly
               was
               clear
               ,
            
             
               Now
               muddy
               ,
               thick
               ,
               and
               troubled
               doth
               appear
               .
            
             
               So
               a
               few
               Clouds
               ,
               shak'd
               by
               his
               mighty
               hand
               ,
            
             
               In
               a
               thick
               Curtain
               soon
               themselves
               expand
               ,
            
             
               Which
               he
               lets
               fall
               betwixt
               us
               and
               the
               light
               ,
            
             
               And
               what
               was
               clear
               before
               ,
               is
               dark
               as
               night
               :
            
             
               Yet
               by
               obscuring
               of
               his
               glory
               so
               ,
            
             
               At
               seasons
               ,
               he
               doth
               make
               its
               value
               grow
               ;
            
             
               And
               causes
               us
               poor
               Mortals
               earnestly
               ,
            
             
               Long
               for
               his
               re-appearance
               in
               the
               Sky
               :
            
             
               As
               those
               for
               day
               ,
               who
               under
               th'
               Pole
               do
               ly
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               since
               so
               many
               Pales
               with
               Water
               full
            
             
               Do
               hang
               above
               our
               heads
               ;
               what
               simple
               ,
               dull
               ,
               
            
             
               Insipid
               Creatures
               must
               we
               Mortals
               be
               ,
            
             
               That
               don
               't
               the
               love
               of
               our
               Creator
               see
               ?
            
             
               In
               all
               his
               Dispensations
               ,
               for
               if
               e'r
            
             
               His
               loving
               care
               of
               mankind
               did
               appear
            
             
               In
               any
               thing
               :
               in
               this
               't
               is
               evident
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               thus
               bridles
               
                 that
                 wild
                 Element
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 Water
              
               ,
               which
               would
               otherwise
               o'rflow
            
             
               Us
               all
               ,
               but
               that
               he
               binds
               its
               fury
               so
               ,
            
             
               As
               neither
               those
               ,
               who
               'bout
               the
               Earth
               doth
               roar
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               were
               it
               in
               their
               power
               ,
               would
               soon
               devour
            
             
               The
               Land
               ,
               and
               be
               by
               Shores
               hemm'd
               in
               no
               more
               .
            
             
               Nor
               yet
               for
               all
               their
               daily
               threatnings
               dar
            
             
               Those
               Waters
               ,
               which
               hang
               over
               us
               i'
               th'
               air
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               this
               Earth
               in
               bodies
               rudely
               fall
               ,
            
             
               But
               are
               restrain'd
               by
               him
               ,
               who
               governs
               all
               :
            
             
               And
               still
               shall
               be
               by
               that
               high
               power
               restrain'd
               ,
            
             
               Untill
               all
               what
               we
               see
               shall
               have
               an
               end
               .
            
          
           
             
               How
               kind
               a
               God!
               how
               much
               to
               him
               we
               owe
               ,
               
            
             
               Who
               for
               our
               Beeing
               such
               concern
               doth
               show
               !
            
             
               How
               should
               we
               love
               him
               !
               how
               should
               we
               forbear
            
             
               T'
               incense
               that
               God
               ,
               to
               whom
               we
               are
               so
               dear
               !
            
             
               O
               ,
               how
               should
               we
               to
               rouze
               his
               choller
               fear
               !
            
             
               
                 For
                 ,
                 if
                 this
                 God
                 do
                 once
                 appear
                 in
                 wrath
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Hell
                 in
                 his
                 eyes
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 his
                 looks
                 is
                 Death
                 :
              
            
             
               With
               one
               stern
               aspect
               ,
               he
               will
               quickly
               make
            
             
               Heavens
               most
               entire
               ,
               and
               strongest
               pillars
               shake
               .
            
             
               At
               his
               reproof
               the
               Mountains
               cleave
               assunder
            
             
             
               By
               Earthquakes
               ,
               and
               the
               Air
               is
               rent
               by
               Thunder
               ,
            
             
               At
               his
               command
               ,
               Fire
               out
               in
               lightning
               flyes
               ,
            
             
               And
               there
               's
               a
               great
               commotion
               in
               the
               Skyes
               :
            
             
               All
               things
               created
               do
               a
               trembling
               fall
               ,
            
             
               The
               sudden
               fear
               is
               epidemical
               ,
            
             
               And
               we
               expect
               a
               period
               of
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               yet
               amidst
               this
               anger
               still
               his
               care
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               love
               for
               man
               doth
               eminent
               appear
               .
            
             
               For
               though
               he
               sometimes
               makes
               the
               Ocean
               swell
               ,
            
             
               To
               that
               extent
               ,
               as
               if
               it
               would
               compell
            
             
               The
               Heavens
               to
               give
               it
               way
               to
               quarter
               all
            
             
               Its
               furious
               billows
               on
               this
               Earthen
               Ball.
            
             
               When
               with
               high-winds
               blown
               up
               beyond
               Spring-tide
               ;
            
             
               It
               swaggers
               with
               intolerable
               pride
               ,
            
             
               Making
               whole
               heaps
               of
               Froath
               on
               high
               to
               rise
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               it
               boldlie
               mean't
               t'
               assault
               the
               Skyes
               :
            
             
               Yet
               in
               an
               instant
               ,
               he
               can
               ,
               when
               he
               will
               ,
            
             
               Make
               this
               rude
               Monster
               silent
               ,
               and
               tranquil
               ;
            
             
               And
               make
               it
               soon
               return
               for
               all
               its
               pride
               ,
            
             
               To
               th'
               progress
               of
               
                 an
                 ordinary
                 tyde
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               last
               of
               all
               ,
               since
               Earth
               ,
               Sea
               ,
               Hell
               ,
               and
               Air
               ,
               
            
             
               We
               've
               view'd
               ,
               le
               ts
               to
               Heavens-pallace
               now
               repair
               .
            
             
               That
               he
               hath
               garnish'd
               in
               such
               curious
               sort
               ,
            
             
               And
               beautified
               so
               his
               Empyrean-Court
               ,
            
             
               As
               no
               eye
               can
               behold
               ,
               no
               tongue
               set
               forth
               ,
            
             
               No
               Art
               esteem
               ,
               or
               calculate
               its
               worth
               .
            
             
               For
               what
               
                 created
                 Opticks
              
               can
               perceive
            
             
               That
               which
               the
               mind
               doth
               even
               with
               pain
               believe
               !
            
             
               What
               mortal
               eye
               can
               view
               the
               precious
               things
               ,
            
             
               That
               in
               the
               pallace
               of
               
                 the
                 King
                 of
                 kings
              
            
             
               Are
               to
               be
               seen
               !
            
             
               When
               even
               in
               some
               Kings-pallace
               here
               below
               ,
            
             
               
                 Pearls
                 ,
                 Rubies
                 ,
                 Diamonds
              
               make
               such
               glorious
               show
               ,
            
             
               With
               
                 Silks
                 ,
                 and
                 Silver
              
               ,
               Walls
               and
               Flowers
               orelaid
               ,
            
             
               Cupboards
               with
               
                 Gold
                 ,
                 and
                 Chrystal
                 vessels
              
               spread
               :
            
             
               
                 Pictures
                 and
                 Statues
              
               to
               such
               value
               wrought
               ,
            
             
               As
               only
               by
               great
               Monarchs
               can
               be
               bought
               ,
            
             
               Make
               such
               a
               strange
               appearance
               ,
               as
               the
               eyes
            
             
               Are
               dazled
               with
               the
               sight
               ,
               and
               do
               surpize
            
             
               Th'
               uncurious
               ,
               home-bred
               ,
               unexpecting
               mind
               ,
            
             
               When
               they
               present
               it
               Idea's
               of
               that
               kind
               .
            
             
               Nay
               those
               who
               've
               seen
               those
               glorious
               passages
               ,
            
             
               When
               they
               relate
               such
               goodlie
               sights
               ,
               as
               these
               ,
            
             
               They
               're
               not
               believ'd
               ,
               and
               every
               one
               who
               hears
            
             
               Their
               Stories
               ,
               think
               them
               
                 lying
                 Travellers
              
               .
            
             
               Then
               O
               if
               these
               so
               glorious
               do
               appear
               ,
            
             
               Which
               if
               with
               Heavens
               rich
               pallace
               we
               compare
               ,
            
             
               Are
               but
               as
               Cottages
               ;
               what
               must
               that
               be
               ,
            
             
               Which
               none
               but
               with
               
                 the
                 eye
                 of
                 Faith
              
               can
               see
               !
            
             
               Yes
               ,
               with
               
                 the
                 piercing
                 eye
                 of
                 Faith
              
               alone
               ,
            
             
               Must
               we
               discover
               the
               coelestial
               Throne
               ,
            
             
               Which
               when
               we
               see
               ,
               our
               minds
               shall
               then
               abhore
            
             
               All
               other
               sights
               ,
               and
               wish
               to
               see
               no
               more
               .
            
             
               The
               Sun
               ,
               and
               Moon
               ,
               who
               in
               their
               Orbs
               appear
            
             
             
               Most
               necessarie
               for
               his
               Glorie
               here
               ;
            
             
               Are
               there
               of
               no
               more
               use
               ,
               than
               Candles
               be
               ,
            
             
               After
               the
               Day
               is
               broke
               ,
               for
               then
               wee
               see
            
             
               These
               little
               Raies
               ,
               which
               sparkled
               in
               the
               night
               ,
            
             
               Are
               fullie
               swallowed
               in
               the
               greater
               light
               .
            
             
               So
               where
               God
               in
               his
               Majestie
               doth
               shine
               ,
            
             
               These
               most
               resplendent
               Beames
               ,
               those
               Raies
               Divine
            
             
               Do
               so
               much
               light
               afford
               ,
               as
               there
               's
               no
               need
            
             
               Of
               Sun
               ,
               and
               Moon
               :
               this
               light
               it self
               doth
               spread
            
             
               So
               brightlie
               ,
               and
               so
               fullie
               over
               all
            
             
               That
               other
               Lights
               we
               may
               but
               Tapers
               call
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               hear
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               pray
               ,
               even
               admire
               with
               me
            
             
               Heavens
               outward
               Fabrick
               ,
               which
               we
               dailie
               see
               ,
            
             
               Let
               us
               with
               admiration
               cast
               our
               eyes
            
             
               Upon
               those
               verie
               Heavens
               ,
               and
               view
               the
               skies
               ,
            
             
               How
               Glorious
               ,
               how
               Beautiful
               ,
               and
               Fair
               ,
            
             
               When
               Sun
               at
               Noon-tide
               shines
               ,
               they
               do
               appear
               .
            
             
               When
               nothing
               in
               our
               Horizon
               we
               view
               ,
            
             
               
                 But
                 a
                 Sun
                 Radient
                 in
                 a
                 Field
                 of
                 Blew
                 :
              
            
             
               Which
               ,
               like
               a
               spacious
               Arch
               ,
               appears
               to
               th'
               eye
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               we
               ,
               as
               sitting
               under
               Canopie
            
             
               Do
               eat
               in
               state
               :
               anone
               ,
               when
               he
               inclines
            
             
               To
               rest
               ,
               and
               takes
               good-night
               ,
               in
               Oblique-lines
               ,
            
             
               How
               sweetlie
               on
               the
               Mountain
               tops
               he
               shines
               !
            
             
               Whilst
               round
               his
               squinting
               beames
               the
               skies
               appear
               ,
            
             
               In
               such
               bright
               various
               Colours
               here
               ,
               and
               there
               ,
            
             
               So
               curiouslie
               damask'd
               at
               that
               rate
               ,
            
             
               As
               Artists
               yet
               ,
               but
               faintlie
               imitat
            
             
               
                 That
                 evening
                 Picture
              
               ,
               and
               at
               length
               confess
            
             
               No
               Pencil
               can
               such
               glorious
               showes
               express
               ;
            
             
               Whilst
               ,
               most
               part
               of
               that
               Field
               which
               now
               we
               view
            
             
               Is
               shadowed
               Scarlet
               ,
               which
               before
               was
               Blew
               .
            
             
               At
               length
               ,
               when
               after
               all
               ,
               the
               Sun
               is
               gone
               ,
            
             
               And
               Darkness
               doth
               invade
               our
               Horizon
               :
            
             
               Then
               of
               what
               colour
               is
               this
               Canopie
               ?
            
             
               How
               do
               the
               Heav'ns
               appear
               then
               to
               the
               eye
               ?
            
             
               Why
               then
               we
               see
               the
               Moon
               ,
               and
               Stars
               do
               yield
            
             
               A
               comelie
               Figure
               in
               a
               
                 Russet
                 Field
              
               :
            
             
               Under
               which
               spacious
               covering
               we
               sleep
               ,
            
             
               Till
               from
               the
               Seas
               the
               Sun
               again
               doth
               peep
               :
            
             
               And
               then
               ,
               what
               Russet
               was
               before
               ,
               we
               view
            
             
               Now
               of
               
                 a
                 mixt
                 Pearl
                 ,
                 Orient
                 ,
                 Gray
                 ,
                 and
                 Blew
                 .
              
            
             
               Then
               if
               these
               outward
               Heavens
               themselves
               display
            
             
               In
               changes
               of
               attire
               four
               times
               a
               day
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               such
               rare
               ,
               and
               goodlie
               Variation
               ,
            
             
               Affords
               us
               so
               much
               cause
               of
               admiration
               :
            
             
               Ah!
               how
               much
               more
               should
               we
               admire
               ,
               if
               we
            
             
               The
               Inner-court
               of
               the
               third
               Heavens
               could
               see
            
             
               The
               Heavens
               of
               Heavens
               ,
               where
               in
               Magnificence
            
             
               The
               Great
               Creator
               keeps
               his
               Residence
               !
            
             
               How
               should
               we
               be
               surpriz'd
               ,
               if
               we
               could
               see
               ,
            
             
               What
               glorious
               sights
               in
               these
               Apartments
               be
               .
            
             
               Where
               he
               who
               fram'd
               all
               things
               doth
               sit
               in
               state
               ,
            
             
               
                 When
                 we
                 so
                 much
                 admire
                 the
                 utter
                 Gate
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               Now
               as
               those
               curious
               Heavens
               his
               Hands
               did
               frame
            
             
               Which
               everie
               hour
               his
               Greatness
               do
               proclaim
               ,
            
             
               So
               ,
               as
               a
               Limner
               ,
               when
               to
               show
               his
               skill
               ,
            
             
               He
               makes
               his
               Pensil
               draw
               what
               shapes
               he
               will
               ;
            
             
               The
               Great
               Creator
               to
               express
               his
               art
               ,
            
             
               That
               from
               the
               highest
               to
               the
               lowest
               part
               ,
            
             
               This
               Universe
               might
               be
               replenished
            
             
               With
               these
               so
               various
               works
               his
               hands
               had
               made
               :
            
             
               The
               Insects
               too
               ,
               which
               on
               the
               Earth
               do
               crawl
               ,
            
             
               He
               fram'd
               ,
               to
               show
               his
               Glorie
               shines
               in
               all
               ,
            
             
               What
               we
               can
               see
               ,
               or
               fathom
               in
               our
               mind
               ,
            
             
               And
               writes
               his
               name
               on
               things
               of
               everie
               kind
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               ,
               to
               conclude
               ,
               since
               those
               few
               passages
               
            
             
               Do
               so
               much
               of
               his
               Glorious
               Pow'r
               express
               :
            
             
               Since
               what
               with
               our
               dull
               eyes
               of
               flesh
               we
               see
               ,
            
             
               Which
               may
               by
               Computation
               hardlie
               be
            
             
               The
               hundred
               thousand
               part
               of
               that
               great
               whole
            
             
               Of
               which
               the
               Great
               Creator
               is
               the
               soul
               :
            
             
               Affords
               such
               grounds
               of
               serious
               contemplation
               ,
            
             
               How
               should
               it
               far
               exceed
               all
               admiration
               !
            
             
               Were
               I
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               but
               able
               to
               relate
            
             
               His
               Glorie
               in
               its
               true
               ,
               and
               real
               state
               ,
            
             
               But
               ah
               ,
               there
               's
               no
               man
               able
               to
               do
               that
               .
            
             
               And
               thus
               ,
               I
               hope
               ,
               I
               have
               demonstrate
               now
               ,
            
             
               I
               understand
               these
               things
               as
               well
               as
               you
               .
            
             
               Let
               these
               suffice
               then
               ,
               let
               these
               things
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
            
             
               Of
               which
               I
               've
               spoke
               ,
               fullie
               possess
               your
               minds
               .
            
             
               Debate
               no
               more
               ,
               I
               pray
               ,
               but
               let
               us
               all
            
             
               Upon
               this
               subject
               to
               admiring
               fall
               ,
            
             
               
                 That
                 Great
                 Creator
              
               ,
               at
               whose
               verie
               name
            
             
               We
               mortals
               should
               our
               faces
               vail
               for
               shame
               ,
            
             
               And
               prostrat
               on
               the
               ground
               in
               ashes
               ly
               ,
            
             
               When
               we
               consider
               
                 that
                 great
                 Deity
              
               :
            
             
               That
               chief
               ,
               and
               supream
               Beeing
               ,
               that
               so
               vast
            
             
               Extent
               of
               Power
               ,
               
                 that
                 glorious
                 first
                 ,
                 and
                 last
                 :
              
            
             
               Compar'd
               with
               whom
               man
               is
               a
               cheaper
               thing
               ,
            
             
               Then
               is
               a
               Beggar
               ballanc'd
               with
               a
               King
               ,
            
             
               Ten
               thousand
               times
               .
               Then
               O
               let
               these
               suffice
            
             
               And
               let
               us
               no
               more
               in
               contention
               rise
            
             
               Concerning
               things
               we
               cannot
               comprehend
               ,
            
             
               Which
               all
               our
               art
               ,
               and
               reason
               do
               transcend
               ,
            
             
               In
               painting
               out
               of
               which
               there
               is
               no
               end
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Cap.
             XXVII
             .
          
           
             
               THus
               having
               reply'd
               to
               what
               Bildad
               said
               ,
               
            
             
               Expecting
               some
               should
               have
               an
               answer
               made
               ,
            
             
               Job
               paus'd
               a
               while
               :
               but
               then
               perceiving
               how
            
             
               Those
               learned
               men
               had
               all
               concluded
               now
            
             
               That
               he
               was
               so
               perversly
               obstinate
            
             
             
               As
               not
               to
               be
               reclaim'd
               at
               any
               rate
               ,
            
             
               And
               therefore
               seeing
               what
               they
               spoke
               before
            
             
               Prevail'd
               so
               little
               ,
               mean't
               to
               speak
               no
               more
               :
            
             
               Lest
               he
               might
               seem
               t'
               approve
               what
               they
               decreed
               ,
            
             
               He
               still
               in
               his
               defence
               did
               thus
               proceed
               .
            
          
           
             
               Why
               now
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               says
               he
               ,
               at
               length
               I
               see
               
            
             
               You
               think
               't
               lost
               labour
               to
               dispute
               with
               me
               :
            
             
               You
               think
               all
               you
               have
               spoke
               has
               been
               in
               vain
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               from
               speaking
               more
               you
               'll
               now
               abstain
               :
            
             
               Why
               you
               do
               well
               ,
               indeed
               I
               'me
               glad
               't
               is
               so
               ,
            
             
               But
               should
               I
               hold
               my
               peace
               ,
               I
               firmly
               know
            
             
               You
               would
               undoubtedlie
               conclude
               from
               thence
            
             
               That
               I
               pass'd
               from
               
                 my
                 plea
                 of
                 innocence
              
               ;
            
             
               Therefore
               I
               still
               must
               speak
               in
               my
               defence
               .
            
             
               As
               the
               Lord
               lives
               then
               ,
               as
               our
               mighty
               God
            
             
               Eternal
               in
               the
               Heavens
               keeps
               his
               abode
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               has
               heard
               and
               seen
               all
               that
               has
               past
            
             
               Amongst
               us
               ,
               and
               will
               judgment
               give
               at
               last
            
             
               Against
               those
               of
               us
               who
               have
               err'd
               :
               I
               here
            
             
               Before
               you
               all
               most
               solemnlie
               do
               swear
               ,
            
             
               I
               'me
               wholly
               innocent
               of
               all
               these
               crimes
               ,
            
             
               Of
               which
               you
               've
               me
               accus'd
               so
               many
               times
               .
            
             
               I
               know
               not
               why
               my
               Maker
               thus
               has
               vex't
            
             
               My
               soul
               with
               troubles
               :
               why
               I
               'me
               thus
               perplex't
            
             
               With
               griefs
               ,
               and
               Sorrows
               ,
               which
               I
               ne're
               did
               merit
               ,
            
             
               At
               his
               so
               gracious
               hands
               :
               or
               why
               my
               spirit
            
             
               Should
               thus
               be
               crush'd
               with
               misery
               and
               woe
               ,
            
             
               Of
               no
               crimes
               yet
               convict
               ,
               I
               do
               not
               know
               .
            
             
               For
               I
               protest
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               I
               firmly
               still
            
             
               Assert
               (
               let
               God
               do
               with
               me
               what
               he
               will
               )
            
             
               I
               know
               no
               cause
               for
               my
               sad
               punishment
               :
            
             
               For
               to
               this
               hour
               
                 I
                 'me
                 wholly
                 innocent
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 what
                 th'
                 injurious
                 world
                 lay
                 to
                 my
                 charge
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               which
               in
               your
               discourse
               you
               have
               at
               large
               ,
            
             
               To
               my
               own
               hearing
               told
               .
            
          
           
             
               Nay
               whilest
               Gods
               spirit
               moves
               within
               my
               breast
               
            
             
               And
               whilst
               I
               breath
               I
               solemnlie
               protest
               .
            
          
           
             
               No
               trouble
               ,
               no
               affliction
               ,
               no
               oppression
               ,
               
            
             
               No
               pain
               ,
               no
               woe
               ,
               no
               torment
               ,
               no
               occasion
            
             
               Shall
               move
               me
               in
               my
               sorrow
               to
               express
               ,
            
             
               What
               may
               be
               even
               supposed
               wickedness
               .
            
             
               For
               whilst
               I
               breath
               ,
               I
               never
               do
               intend
            
             
               To
               speak
               those
               words
               ,
               which
               may
               my
               God
               offend
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               though
               ,
               since
               so
               much
               woe
               ,
               and
               miserie
               
            
             
               Has
               seiz'd
               upon
               me
               ,
               I
               might
               possiblie
            
             
               Vent
               some
               hot
               words
               ,
               and
               have
               perhaps
               express't
            
             
               My self
               but
               
                 as
                 a
                 simple
                 man
                 at
                 best
                 .
              
            
             
               Yet
               God
               forbid
               that
               I
               should
               ratifie
            
             
               What
               you
               have
               said
               ,
               or
               my
               integritie
            
             
               Prejudge
               i'
               th'
               least
               ,
               no
               never
               while
               I
               die
               .
            
             
               What
               you
               have
               spoke
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               is
               all
               in
               vain
               ,
            
             
               
                 For
                 I
                 will
                 still
                 my
                 innocence
                 maintain
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               To
               my
               uprightness
               I
               do
               still
               adhere
               ,
               
            
             
               Whatever
               to
               the
               contrair
               you
               aver
               :
            
             
               I
               'le
               not
               bely
               my
               Conscience
               for
               all
            
             
             
               That
               you
               have
               said
               ,
               or
               can
               say
               ,
               should
               you
               baul
            
             
               Never
               so
               much
               ,
               and
               bitterly
               exclaim
            
             
               Against
               your
               poor
               afflicted
               friend
               ,
               and
               blame
            
             
               My
               fervent
               zeal
               to
               own
               my
               righteousness
               ,
            
             
               As
               a
               meer
               humour
               ,
               as
               a
               stubbornness
               ,
            
             
               And
               positive
               opinion
               in
               the
               case
               .
            
             
               For
               while
               I
               breath
               ,
               my
               heart
               shall
               ne're
               upbraid
            
             
               My
               tongue
               with
               lying
               ;
               as
               it
               had
               betray'd
            
             
               That
               heart
               ,
               that
               upright
               ,
               and
               ingenuous
               heart
               ,
            
             
               
                 That
                 heart
                 o'
                 th'
                 first
                 mould
              
               ,
               void
               of
               Craft
               ,
               and
               Art
               ;
            
             
               With
               any
               ,
               ne're
               so
               small
               acknowledgment
            
             
               Of
               what
               its
               altogether
               innocent
               .
            
          
           
             
               Most
               innocent
               ,
               for
               I
               again
               protest
               ,
               
            
             
               I
               do
               not
               know
               that
               thought
               within
               my
               breast
            
             
               That
               for
               injustice
               can
               be
               quarrelled
               ,
            
             
               For
               did
               I
               think
               that
               one
               were
               harboured
            
             
               Of
               that
               kind
               here
               ,
               I
               'de
               quickly
               tear
               it
               out
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               that
               thought
               abhor
               my self
               to
               boot
               .
            
             
               No
               ,
               no
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               I
               utterly
               detest
            
             
               The
               very
               thoughts
               of
               sin
               ;
               nor
               ,
               in
               the
               least
            
             
               Will
               I
               allow
               my
               heart
               to
               entertain
            
             
               Such
               guests
               as
               those
               ,
               of
               which
               you
               do
               comp●●in
               .
            
             
               For
               of
               all
               men
               ,
               I
               truly
               do
               esteem
            
             
               Those
               Godless
               livers
               you
               so
               often
               name
               ,
            
             
               (
               However
               in
               this
               world
               they
               daily
               th●●●e
               ,
               )
            
             
               To
               be
               the
               most
               unhappy
               men
               alive
               .
            
             
               No
               greater
               judgments
               would
               I
               imprecate
               ,
            
             
               On
               any
               ,
               whom
               my
               very
               soul
               doth
               hate
               ,
            
             
               Then
               that
               they
               live
               ,
               and
               die
               in
               ●●ose
               mens
               state
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               therefore
               do
               beseech
               you
               now
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               
            
             
               In
               charity
               to
               alter
               here
               your
               minds
               ,
            
             
               And
               not
               believe
               that
               I
               am
               on
               of
               those
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               you
               call
               Hypocrites
               ,
               th'
               Almighty
               knows
            
             
               I
               am
               not
               such
               ;
               nor
               would
               you
               ere
               conclude
            
             
               That
               I
               were
               such
               ,
               if
               you
               but
               understood
            
             
               The
               difference
               betwixt
               a
               Hypocrite
            
             
               And
               one
               that
               's
               pious
               ,
               
                 and
                 in
                 heart
                 upright
              
               .
            
             
               For
               ,
               but
               observe
               now
               ,
               here
               's
               the
               difference
               ,
            
             
               The
               Hypocrite
               ,
               whilst
               in
               great
               affluence
               ,
            
             
               Of
               worldly
               blessings
               he
               consumes
               his
               time
               ,
            
             
               And
               his
               felicity
               is
               in
               its
               prime
               .
            
             
               Then
               he
               rejoyces
               ,
               is
               above
               all
               hope
               ,
            
             
               'Cause
               all
               his
               wishes
               have
               attain'd
               their
               scope
               :
            
             
               Then
               in
               Gods
               goodness
               he
               is
               confident
               ,
            
             
               Speaks
               piously
               ,
               and
               passes
               for
               a
               Saint
               .
            
             
               Yet
               he
               will
               tell
               you
               —
            
             
               He
               'll
               tell
               you
               ,
               when
               his
               Gold
               in
               heaps
               doth
               ly
               ,
            
             
               That
               all
               these
               Riches
               are
               but
               vanity
               ,
            
             
               Things
               of
               no
               moment
               ,
               only
               
                 stamped
                 Dust
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               therefore
               no
               wise
               man
               should
               put
               his
               trust
               ,
            
             
               Or
               place
               his
               confidence
               at
               any
               rate
               ,
            
             
               In
               such
               a
               mean
               return
               of
               
                 humane
                 sweat
              
               :
            
             
               That
               product
               of
               the
               toyl
               of
               many
               years
               ,
            
             
               That
               ballance
               of
               so
               numerous
               cares
               ,
               and
               fears
               ,
            
             
             
               
               
               
               
               As
               all
               the
               profit
               ,
               after
               just
               account
               ,
            
             
               Those
               Riches
               do
               afford
               ,
               do
               scarce
               amount
            
             
               To
               so
               much
               ,
               as
               may
               countervail
               the
               loss
               ,
            
             
               Which
               we
               sustain
               in
               purchasing
               such
               Dross
               .
            
             
               Whilst
               he
               himself
               doth
               place
               such
               confidence
            
             
               In
               this
               same
               Dross
               ,
               that
               he
               concludes
               from
               thence
            
             
               His
               happiness
               ,
               as
               Riches
               do
               encrease
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 how
                 much
                 Land
                 ,
                 and
                 Cash
                 he
                 doth
                 possess
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 '
                 Has
                 as
                 much
                 Faith
                 exactly
                 ,
                 and
                 no
                 more
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               all
               his
               Hope
               he
               measures
               by
               his
               Store
               .
            
             
               For
               he
               himself
               in
               this
               so
               valueth
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               doth
               laugh
               at
               all
               the
               Powers
               of
               Death
               .
            
             
               Nor
               can
               the
               weeklie
               Sermons
               he
               doth
               hear
               :
            
             
               To
               which
               he
               most
               attentive
               doth
               appear
               :
            
             
               Delivered
               with
               much
               zeal
               ,
               and
               force
               of
               art
               ,
            
             
               Find
               any
               passage
               into
               this
               mans
               heart
               .
            
             
               For
               ,
               notwithstanding
               all
               that
               men
               can
               say
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               the
               Burials
               ,
               which
               he
               everie
               day
            
             
               Under
               his
               Windows
               sees
               ,
               that
               plainlie
               teach
            
             
               More
               Death
               ,
               than
               all
               the
               art
               of
               man
               can
               preach
               .
            
             
               Yet
               this
               rich
               Worldling
               never
               can
               believe
            
             
               
                 That
                 oft
                 repeated
                 Fable
                 of
                 the
                 Grave
                 ▪
              
            
             
               But
               in
               his
               mind
               rejects
               ,
               and
               privatlie
            
             
               Derides
               
                 the
                 Storie
                 of
                 Mortalitie
              
               .
            
             
               For
               ,
               while
               in
               health
               ,
               he
               minds
               his
               business
               ,
            
             
               And
               has
               no
               leisure
               for
               such
               thoughts
               ▪
               as
               these
               .
            
             
               But
               change
               the
               Scene
               a
               little
               ,
               homewards
               bear
            
             
               The
               Plot
               ,
               and
               let
               approaching
               Death
               appear
               :
            
             
               Let
               this
               
                 bold
                 Sinner
              
               be
               imprisoned
            
             
               Within
               the
               narrow
               compass
               of
               a
               Bed
               ,
            
             
               Lay
               the
               
                 poor
                 Carrion
              
               on
               his
               back
               ,
               and
               then
            
             
               He
               is
               the
               most
               disconsolate
               of
               men
               .
            
             
               His
               troubled
               Conscience
               nothing
               can
               appease
               ,
            
             
               When
               now
               before
               his
               eyes
               that
               thing
               he
               sees
               ,
            
             
               Of
               which
               he
               oft
               had
               heard
               ,
               that
               
                 gastly
                 thing
              
               ,
            
             
               Of
               which
               before
               he
               made
               small
               reckoning
               :
            
             
               Appear
               at
               his
               Bed-side
               with
               confidence
               ,
            
             
               And
               peremptorily
               charge
               him
               to
               go
               hence
               .
            
             
               Then
               
                 all
                 Confusion
                 ,
                 Horrour
                 ,
                 and
                 Despair
                 ,
              
            
             
               He
               quites
               all
               hope
               ,
               and
               onlie
               now
               doth
               fear
               :
            
             
               He
               fears
               ,
               he
               fears
               ,
               he
               trembles
               all
               apace
               ,
            
             
               When
               he
               confiders
               on
               his
               future
               case
               :
            
             
               Thinks
               all
               the
               Wealth
               ▪
               that
               he
               has
               purchased
            
             
               
                 Is
                 very
                 Dross
                 ,
                 and
                 nothing
                 now
                 indeed
              
            
             
               
                 Bus
                 stamped
                 Dust
              
               ,
               whilst
               ,
               when
               his
               Chests
               are
               full
               ,
            
             
               Death
               his
               reluctant
               Soul
               begins
               to
               pull
            
             
               Out
               of
               his
               Body
               :
               —
            
             
               But
               on
               the
               contrair
               ,
               one
               upright
               ,
               and
               just
            
             
               Is
               full
               of
               hope
               ,
               and
               in
               his
               God
               doth
               trust
               ,
            
             
               When
               that
               sad
               hour
               arrives
               :
               in
               confidence
            
             
               Of
               future
               bliss
               ,
               he
               for
               his
               journy
               hence
               ,
            
             
               Prepares
               himself
               ,
               with
               great
               alacrity
               ,
            
             
               Welcomes
               his
               stroak
               ,
               and
               smilinglie
               doth
               dy
               .
            
             
               Or
               if
               perhaps
               in
               miserie
               he
               fall
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               Heavens
               Wrath
               he
               is
               bereft
               of
               all
            
             
             
               As
               I
               am
               now
               :
               his
               Spirits
               never
               drop
               ,
            
             
               But
               firmly
               rooted
               in
               
                 a
                 solid
                 hope
              
               ,
            
             
               On
               God
               ,
               as
               on
               his
               anchor
               he
               relies
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               the
               roaring
               Waves
               of
               Hell
               defies
               .
            
          
           
             
               Next
               do
               you
               think
               ,
               that
               when
               this
               wretched
               man
               
            
             
               In
               trouble
               lyes
               ,
               let
               him
               say
               what
               he
               can
               ,
            
             
               That
               God
               will
               hear
               him
               ,
               let
               him
               sigh
               ,
               and
               groan
               ,
            
             
               Let
               him
               his
               by-past
               actions
               bemoan
               :
            
             
               Let
               him
               his
               sins
               so
               cunninglie
               lament
               ,
            
             
               As
               one
               would
               think
               him
               
                 truly
                 penitent
              
               :
            
             
               No
               ,
               after
               all
               ,
               such
               crying
               is
               in
               vain
               ;
            
             
               For
               he
               from
               God
               no
               audience
               can
               obtain
               .
            
             
               For
               well
               God
               knows
               ,
               he
               understands
               full
               well
               ,
            
             
               
                 Not
                 love
                 to
                 him
                 ,
                 but
                 trouble
                 doth
                 compel
              
            
             
               
                 This
                 man
                 to
                 pray
                 ,
                 and
                 were
                 he
                 out
                 of
                 pain
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 He
                 'd
                 soon
                 return
                 to
                 his
                 old
                 wayes
                 again
                 :
              
            
             
               And
               therefore
               our
               Creator
               stops
               his
               ear
            
             
               
                 To
                 such
                 a
                 subtile
                 ,
                 and
                 time-serving
                 prayer
                 ,
              
            
             
               But
               he
               that
               trusts
               in
               God
               ,
               no
               sooner
               prays
               ,
            
             
               Then
               God
               doth
               hear
               him
               ,
               and
               his
               soul
               doth
               raise
            
             
               Out
               of
               the
               Quag
               mire
               of
               adversity
               ,
            
             
               As
               soon
               as
               he
               to
               Heavens
               for
               help
               doth
               cry
               .
            
          
           
             
               Again
               ,
               when
               this
               man
               into
               sickness
               falls
               ,
               
            
             
               Then
               ,
               not
               while
               then
               ,
               upon
               Gods
               name
               he
               calls
               :
            
             
               Then
               sighs
               ,
               and
               prayes
               ,
               because
               he
               feels
               some
               pain
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               his
               sins
               doth
               bitterly
               complain
               ,
            
             
               But
               'cause
               with
               pain
               ,
               not
               with
               delight
               he
               prays
               ,
            
             
               His
               new
               patch'd
               up
               Devotion
               soon
               decayes
               ;
            
             
               When
               Heavens
               afford
               no
               answer
               ,
               but
               delayes
               .
            
             
               For
               how
               d'
               ye
               think
               a
               man
               not
               formerly
            
             
               Accustom'd
               to
               the
               works
               of
               piety
               ,
            
             
               Who
               ne'r
               before
               upon
               Gods
               name
               did
               call
               ,
            
             
               'Till
               now
               he
               's
               forc'd
               to
               do
               't
               for
               good
               ,
               and
               all
               :
            
             
               Can
               ,
               when
               in
               trouble
               ,
               bring
               his
               earthly
               mind
               ,
            
             
               That
               never
               to
               Devotion
               was
               inclin'd
               ,
            
             
               In
               love
               with
               prayer
               ,
               a
               thing
               it
               never
               knew
               ,
            
             
               Before
               that
               time
               ,
               whose
               name
               to
               it
               is
               new
               .
            
             
               Especially
               ,
               when
               no
               return
               is
               made
            
             
               As
               he
               expects
               ,
               but
               that
               he
               's
               still
               delay'd
               ;
            
             
               Whilst
               God
               his
               Supplication
               will
               not
               hear
               ,
            
             
               Though
               every
               hour
               
                 he
                 's
                 at
                 expence
                 of
                 prayer
              
               .
            
             
               Why
               truly
               after
               he
               some
               time
               has
               spent
               ,
            
             
               In
               proving
               of
               
                 this
                 new
                 Experiment
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Which
                 men
                 call
                 prayer
              
               :
               and
               perceiving
               still
            
             
               His
               pains
               encrease
               ,
               let
               him
               pray
               what
               he
               will
               ,
            
             
               He
               gives
               it
               over
               ,
               and
               will
               pray
               no
               more
               ,
            
             
               But
               even
               continues
               as
               he
               did
               before
            
             
               In
               worldly
               thoughts
               ,
               and
               when
               approaching
               Death
            
             
               Begins
               to
               stop
               the
               passage
               of
               his
               Breath
               .
            
             
               Then
               he
               doth
               pass
               a
               vote
               of
               None-address
            
             
               'Gainst
               Heavens
               ▪
               and
               falls
               to
               earthly
               business
               .
            
             
               Calls
               for
               his
               
                 Books
                 his
                 Bonds
                 ,
                 and
                 Evidents
                 ,
              
            
             
               His
               
                 Leases
                 ,
                 and
                 judicial
                 Instruments
              
               ;
            
             
               Makes
               Notes
               of
               'em
               ,
               and
               quickly
               sums
               up
               all
               ,
            
             
             
               Both
               Land
               ,
               and
               Money
               to
               a
               capital
               .
            
             
               Is
               anxious
               to
               settle
               his
               Affairs
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               may
               leave
               no
               trouble
               to
               his
               Heirs
               :
            
             
               Pays
               what
               he
               owes
               ,
               will
               die
               in
               debt
               to
               noue
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 clears
                 accounts
                 with
                 all
                 ,
                 but
                 God
                 alone
                 .
              
            
             
               Which
               when
               h'
               has
               done
               ,
               he
               thinks
               to
               find
               some
               rest
               ,
            
             
               Or
               ,
               after
               all
               ,
               to
               die
               in
               peace
               ,
               at
               least
               .
            
             
               But
               O!
               he
               's
               disappointed
               ,
               for
               now
               all
            
             
               His
               friends
               ,
               and
               kindred
               do
               about
               him
               craul
               ,
            
             
               As
               Crows
               about
               a
               dying
               Beast
               ,
               and
               claim
            
             
               Some
               portion
               of
               his
               substance
               ,
               each
               of
               'em
            
             
               They
               buzz
               about
               him
               ,
               with
               such
               outward
               show
            
             
               Of
               kindness
               ,
               and
               torment
               his
               spirit
               so
            
             
               With
               
                 their
                 expecting
                 looks
              
               ,
               as
               he
               can
               find
            
             
               No
               way
               to
               ease
               his
               now
               distracted
               mind
               ,
            
             
               Until
               he
               satisfie
               them
               all
               ,
               and
               then
            
             
               He
               thinks
               his
               spirit
               may
               be
               eas'd
               of
               pain
               .
            
             
               So
               makes
               his
               Will
               ,
               and
               names
               some
               Legacie
            
             
               For
               each
               of
               'em
               ,
               then
               thinking
               he
               may
               die
            
             
               In
               peace
               ,
               and
               ease
               ,
               he
               bids
               them
               all
               begone
               ,
            
             
               Since
               they
               have
               got
               their
               asking
               ,
               but
               anon
            
             
               
                 Physicians
                 ,
                 Lawyers
                 ,
                 Scriveners
              
               appear
            
             
               And
               each
               of
               them
               too
               do
               pretend
               a
               share
            
             
               
                 In
                 that
                 rich
                 Booty
              
               .
               —
            
             
               These
               for
               their
               labour
               during
               his
               Disease
               ,
            
             
               Expecting
               more
               then
               ordinary
               Fees
               :
            
             
               These
               others
               for
               the
               pains
               ,
               which
               they
               have
               ta'ne
            
             
               In
               his
               Affairs
               pretend
               to
               no
               small
               gain
               :
            
             
               Hence
               wearied
               of
               his
               Life
               ,
               and
               seeing
               now
            
             
               With
               Riches
               he
               can
               have
               no
               more
               to
               do
               ,
            
             
               He
               signs
               ,
               and
               seals
               whatever
               these
               advise
            
             
               And
               piece
               meals
               in
               a
               
                 thousand
                 Legacies
              
               ,
            
             
               His
               
                 once
                 beloved
                 Dross
              
               :
               then
               after
               all
            
             
               Is
               gone
               ,
               he
               faintly
               doth
               for
               Preachers
               call
               :
            
             
               '
               Tells
               them
               that
               he
               has
               given
               all
               away
               ,
            
             
               And
               therefore
               thinks
               it
               now
               high
               time
               to
               pray
               .
            
             
               But
               scarce
               these
               good
               men
               do
               begin
               to
               speak
               ,
            
             
               When
               
                 the
                 poor
                 Worm
              
               becomes
               so
               faint
               and
               weak
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               is
               ready
               to
               expire
               ,
               and
               then
            
             
               He
               has
               no
               time
               to
               hear
               
                 those
                 pious
                 men
              
               :
            
             
               Only
               when
               thoy
               desire
               ,
               out
               of
               his
               store
               ,
            
             
               He
               may
               appoint
               some
               small
               thing
               for
               the
               Poor
               :
            
             
               He
               tells
               them
               all
               's
               now
               gone
               ,
               '
               has
               nothing
               left
               ,
            
             
               No
               Means
               ,
               no
               Cash
               ,
               he
               's
               now
               of
               all
               bereft
               ▪
            
             
               Then
               in
               the
               view
               of
               all
               ,
               
                 with
                 staring
                 eyes
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Sad
                 grinnings
                 ,
                 bitter
                 words
                 ,
                 and
                 horrid
                 crys
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 He
                 sees
                 his
                 soul
                 depart
                 ,
                 and
                 cursing
                 dies
                 .
              
            
             
               Thus
               lives
               ,
               and
               dies
               the
               
                 wretched
                 Hypocrite
              
               ,
            
             
               Who
               never
               in
               devotion
               took
               delite
               :
            
             
               But
               O
               the
               man
               ,
               on
               whom
               our
               gracious
               God
            
             
               Has
               Grace
               bestow'd
               ,
               walks
               in
               another
               road
               .
            
             
               For
               he
               acquainted
               in
               Prosperity
            
             
               With
               
                 daily
                 Prayer
              
               at
               least
               ,
               when
               Misery
            
             
               Doth
               seize
               upon
               him
               ,
               never
               doth
               give
               or'e
            
             
             
               But
               still
               the
               more
               it
               doth
               increase
               ,
               the
               more
            
             
               He
               prays
               ,
               and
               take
               delight
               at
               all
               occasions
               ,
            
             
               To
               rouze
               his
               Soul
               with
               
                 pious
                 contemplations
              
               .
            
             
               'T
               is
               true
               indeed
               ,
               in
               excess
               of
               his
               pain
               ,
            
             
               A
               piousman
               may
               possibly
               complain
            
             
               Th'
               Almighty
               doth
               not
               hear
               him
               ,
               when
               he
               prays
               ,
            
             
               And
               slights
               his
               cryes
               ,
               but
               O!
               what
               then
               he
               sayes
               ,
            
             
               Is
               but
               the
               Language
               of
               
                 his
                 fearful
                 sense
              
               ,
            
             
               For
               in
               his
               heart
               ,
               he
               still
               with
               confidence
            
             
               Believes
               that
               God
               doth
               hear
               him
               ,
               when
               he
               cries
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               midst
               of
               all
               his
               miseries
               ,
            
             
               Perswades
               himself
               that
               God
               will
               after
               all
            
             
               Those
               flying
               Parties
               of
               his
               wrath
               recall
               ,
            
             
               And
               yet
               restore
               him
               to
               his
               former
               state
               ,
            
             
               And
               free
               him
               from
               his
               troubles
               ,
               soon
               ,
               or
               late
               .
            
          
           
             
               Hence
               then
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               I
               'd
               have
               you
               understand
               ,
               
            
             
               (
               That
               I
               may
               now
               apply
               to
               th'
               case
               in
               hand
            
             
               What
               I
               have
               spoke
               )
               
                 I
                 am
                 no
                 Hypocrite
              
               ,
            
             
               But
               one
               indeed
               ,
               who
               truly
               takes
               delite
            
             
               In
               Prayer
               ,
               and
               what
               e're
               my
               sorrows
               be
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               still
               have
               hopes
               ,
               as
               you
               may
               plainly
               see
               ,
            
             
               In
               all
               my
               carriage
               ,
               since
               you
               hither
               came
               ,
            
             
               However
               you
               're
               unkindly
               pleas'd
               to
               blame
            
             
               My
               reasonable
               ,
               though
               I
               must
               confess
               ,
            
             
               Too
               oft
               complainings
               in
               my
               sad
               distress
               .
            
             
               But
               now
               ,
               since
               you
               allow
               me
               time
               to
               speak
               ,
            
             
               I
               'le
               teach
               you
               ,
               as
               my
               God
               shall
               me
               direct
               ,
            
             
               What
               is
               the
               truth
               ,
               and
               wherein
               you
               have
               err'd
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               in
               your
               arguing
               you
               have
               still
               preferr'd
            
             
               Your
               own
               opinions
               ,
               to
               what
               all
               of
               you
            
             
               Cannot
               but
               know
               is
               evidently
               true
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               'le
               tell
               you
               nothing
               ,
               but
               what
               you
               have
               seen
               
            
             
               With
               your
               own
               eyes
               ,
               although
               you
               do
               maintain
            
             
               Opinions
               flatly
               opposite
               ,
               I
               'le
               show
            
             
               No
               more
               but
               what
               observing
               men
               do
               know
               .
            
             
               I
               'le
               tell
               you
               of
               the
               various
               dispensations
            
             
               Of
               the
               Almighty
               upon
               all
               occasions
               ,
            
             
               Which
               of
               his
               power
               are
               no
               smal
               demonstrations
               .
            
             
               For
               sure
               Gods
               actings
               are
               must
               wonderful
            
             
               In
               all
               our
               eyes
               ,
               and
               there
               is
               none
               so
               dull
               ,
            
             
               But
               may
               perceive
               his
               providence
               is
               such
               ,
            
             
               As
               all
               of
               us
               cannot
               admire
               too
               much
               .
            
             
               His
               government
               o'
               th'
               world
               is
               so
               sublime
               ,
            
             
               As
               
                 those
                 poor
                 souls
              
               ,
               who
               know
               no
               more
               of
               him
               ,
            
             
               Then
               by
               effects
               ,
               and
               do
               not
               understand
               ,
            
             
               As
               we
               do
               ,
               how
               his
               high
               and
               mighty
               hand
            
             
               All
               things
               below
               doth
               solely
               regulate
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               do
               admire
               him
               ,
               
                 by
                 the
                 name
                 of
                 Fate
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Since
               then
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               as
               I
               do
               understand
               
            
             
               That
               all
               along
               the
               Question
               in
               hand
            
             
               Has
               been
               amongst
               us
               ,
               whether
               God
               doth
               prove
            
             
               Infallibly
               his
               anger
               ,
               and
               his
               love
            
             
               By
               blows
               ,
               and
               blessings
               :
               which
               ,
               though
               formerly
            
             
               We
               've
               agitate
               to
               the
               extremity
            
             
             
               Of
               reasoning
               :
               yet
               that
               you
               all
               may
               see
               ,
            
             
               How
               in
               the
               Question
               we
               may
               soon
               agree
               ,
            
             
               If
               passion
               ,
               and
               private
               interest
               ,
            
             
               For
               your
               own
               wit
               did
               not
               possess
               your
               breast
               ;
            
             
               I
               'le
               show
               you
               (
               to
               give
               your
               discourse
               its
               due
               )
            
             
               What
               you
               have
               spoke
               ,
               is
               in
               some
               cases
               true
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               this
               while
               I
               never
               did
               deny
               ,
            
             
               But
               that
               our
               God
               his
               wrath
               doth
               testify
            
             
               Against
               bad
               men
               ,
               
                 by
                 judgements
                 visible
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               sometimes
               they
               are
               infallible
               ,
            
             
               And
               open
               signs
               of
               his
               displeasure
               ,
               when
            
             
               He
               has
               a
               mind
               to
               plague
               the
               worst
               of
               men
            
             
               With
               sad
               afflictions
               .
               —
            
             
               Yet
               I
               acknowledge
               in
               his
               providence
               ,
            
             
               Oft-times
               indeed
               he
               makes
               a
               difference
            
             
               Betwixt
               the
               just
               ,
               and
               unjust
               man
               ,
               and
               shows
               ,
            
             
               By
               the
               ones
               blessings
               ,
               and
               he
               others
               woes
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               he
               doth
               love
               ,
               and
               whom
               he
               truly
               hates
               ,
            
             
               By
               demonstrations
               in
               their
               different
               states
               .
            
             
               The
               portion
               of
               the
               wicked
               ,
               I
               confess
               ,
            
             
               Is
               in
               my
               apprehension
               ,
               nothing
               less
               ,
            
             
               Then
               what
               their
               foul
               and
               loud-tongu'd
               sins
               do
               merit
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               bad
               livers
               justly
               should
               inherit
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               ,
               let
               's
               observe
               now
               ,
               though
               God
               for
               a
               while
               
            
             
               Upon
               the
               wicked
               man
               doth
               seem
               to
               smile
               ;
            
             
               And
               all
               the
               blessings
               ,
               which
               his
               very
               heart
            
             
               Can
               wish
               ,
               he
               freely
               to
               him
               doth
               impart
               .
            
             
               Though
               he
               permits
               his
               Race
               to
               multiply
               ,
            
             
               
                 In
                 figure
                 of
                 a
                 numerous
                 Family
                 ,
              
            
             
               Yet
               they
               by
               Sword
               ,
               and
               Famine
               all
               shall
               dye
               .
            
          
           
             
               Nay
               such
               of
               'em
               as
               shall
               escape
               both
               these
               ,
               
            
             
               Shall
               in
               great
               want
               ,
               and
               misery
               end
               their
               dayes
               ,
            
             
               In
               some
               dark
               corner
               they
               shall
               meet
               with
               death
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               privatly
               shall
               rob
               them
               of
               their
               breath
               ;
            
             
               And
               then
               their
               Corps
               expos'd
               to
               publick
               view
               ,
            
             
               To
               see
               if
               any
               own
               them
               ,
               but
               by
               few
            
             
               Known
               ,
               or
               regarded
               ,
               without
               Pomp
               and
               State
               ,
            
             
               At
               length
               by
               warrand
               from
               the
               Magistrate
               ,
            
             
               In
               publick
               Bear
               ,
               to
               th'
               grave
               are
               carried
            
             
               By
               Pioneers
               ,
               and
               simply
               buried
               ,
            
             
               VVithout
               all
               
                 Ceremonious
                 Obsequies
              
               ,
            
             
               Or
               sumptuous
               noise
               of
               Mercenary
               cries
               :
            
             
               Nay
               ,
               their
               own
               Widows
               shall
               so
               much
               abhore
            
             
               Their
               loathsome
               Corps
               ,
               that
               they
               shall
               not
               deplore
            
             
               Their
               Husbands
               Funerals
               ,
               or
               Mourning
               wear
            
             
               At
               such
               a
               sad
               occasion
               ,
               but
               appear
            
             
               VVell
               satisfi'd
               that
               such
               bad
               men
               are
               gone
               ,
            
             
               And
               shall
               not
               think
               it
               lawful
               to
               bemoan
            
             
               The
               Fate
               of
               such
               vile
               wretches
               ,
               who
               deserv'd
            
             
               No
               milder
               death
               ,
               then
               
                 to
                 be
                 stobb'd
                 ,
                 or
                 starv'd
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Now
               ,
               as
               we
               see
               ,
               hee
               's
               punish'd
               in
               his
               race
               ,
               
            
             
               Ev'n
               so
               he
               shall
               be
               in
               no
               better
               case
            
             
               As
               to
               his
               means
               ,
               for
               let
               him
               silver
               heap
               ,
            
             
               Like
               very
               dust
               ,
               let
               him
               in
               Prison
               keep
            
             
             
               
                 Whole
                 Tuns
                 of
                 Gold
              
               :
               and
               in
               his
               Wardrobe
               lay
            
             
               Rich
               changes
               of
               apparrel
               every
               day
               :
            
             
               By
               which
               vain
               signs
               ,
               he
               may
               his
               wealth
               expresse
               ,
            
             
               And
               fancy
               to
               himself
               some
               happinesse
               ,
            
             
               In
               these
               enjoyments
               ,
               whilst
               he
               seems
               to
               fear
            
             
               No
               prospect
               of
               a
               revolution
               here
               .
            
          
           
             
               Why
               let
               him
               do
               so
               ,
               let
               him
               purchase
               Lands
               ,
               
            
             
               Draw
               all
               the
               Countreys
               Cash
               into
               his
               hands
               ,
            
             
               Build
               
                 stately
                 Houses
              
               ,
               furnish
               them
               with
               all
            
             
               What
               Merchants
               can
               import
               ,
               and
               proudly
               call
            
             
               His
               Summer-dwelling
               this
               ,
               his
               Winter
               that
               ,
            
             
               These
               Rooms
               for
               Service
               ,
               these
               for
               
                 Pomp
                 and
                 State
              
               ;
            
             
               And
               for
               his
               pleasure
               ,
               and
               convenience
               .
            
             
               Enclose
               whole
               Mannors
               within
               Wall
               ,
               and
               Fence
               ,
            
             
               Raze
               
                 Office-houses
                 ,
                 Chappels
                 ,
                 Villages
              
               ,
            
             
               Hew
               down
               
                 great
                 Rocks
              
               ,
               cut
               Woods
               ,
               drain
               Marishes
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               the
               
                 Hands
                 ,
                 Horse
                 ,
                 Carts
                 o'
                 th'
                 Countrey
                 use
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 For
                 beautifying
                 of
                 his
                 Avenues
              
               .
            
             
               Let
               him
               in
               rich
               ,
               and
               costly
               Garb
               appear
               ,
            
             
               And
               flatter
               every
               season
               of
               the
               year
               ,
            
             
               With
               changes
               of
               apparrel
               :
               let
               him
               do
            
             
               What
               ever
               he
               thinks
               fit
               :
               let
               him
               allow
            
             
               All
               kinds
               of
               pleasure
               to
               himself
               ,
               and
               play
            
             
               In
               idle
               fancies
               all
               his
               time
               away
               .
            
             
               Yet
               of
               all
               these
               things
               he
               has
               but
               the
               trust
               ,
            
             
               He
               's
               only
               a
               provisor
               for
               the
               just
               ,
            
             
               For
               when
               God
               thinks
               it
               time
               .
            
             
               By
               just
               decree
               ,
               he
               'll
               re-assume
               
                 that
                 all
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Which
                 this
                 poor
                 man
                 his
                 properly
                 doth
                 call
                 :
              
            
             
               And
               let
               it
               fall
               to
               those
               ,
               
                 by
                 pure
                 donation
              
               ,
            
             
               From
               whom
               this
               man
               ,
               by
               cunning
               ,
               and
               oppression
               ,
            
             
               Had
               wrested
               all
               this
               opulent
               Estate
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               his
               person
               fully
               terminate
            
             
               The
               expectation
               of
               his
               memory
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               his
               unpitied
               ,
               starving
               Family
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               on
               the
               Streets
               ,
               and
               High-ways
               beg
               their
               bread
               ,
            
             
               Or
               else
               in
               Prison
               ,
               
                 on
                 the
                 Basket
              
               feed
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               as
               that
               silly
               Insect
               ,
               call'd
               a
               Moth
               ,
               
            
             
               Takes
               up
               its
               Lodging
               in
               the
               
                 finest
                 Cloath
              
               ,
            
             
               With
               a
               full
               resolution
               there
               to
               dwell
               ,
            
             
               But
               the
               poor
               Worm
               is
               hardly
               settled
               well
            
             
               In
               its
               new
               quarter
               ,
               when
               
                 the
                 cleansing
                 Brush
              
            
             
               Doth
               sweep
               it
               out
               ,
               and
               all
               its
               Projects
               crush
               .
            
             
               Or
               ,
               if
               it
               scape
               the
               Brush
               ,
               and
               longer
               there
            
             
               'T
               is
               suffered
               to
               remain
               :
               why
               ,
               all
               its
               care
            
             
               Is
               to
               secure
               its
               house
               :
               yet
               every
               day
            
             
               It
               wasts
               some
               part
               of
               its
               own
               house
               away
               .
            
             
               For
               gnawing
               through
               the
               cloath
               in
               every
               fold
               ,
            
             
               It
               eats
               it self
               both
               out
               of
               house
               ,
               and
               hold
               .
            
             
               Or
               ,
               as
               we
               see
               ,
               how
               Pedlers
               do
               at
               Fairs
               ,
            
             
               Set
               up
               their
               Booths
               ,
               where
               they
               expose
               their
               Wares
            
             
               For
               a
               few
               days
               ,
               and
               when
               the
               time
               is
               gone
            
             
               Allow'd
               for
               Sale
               ,
               they
               quickly
               take
               them
               down
               .
            
             
               Even
               so
               this
               vain
               possessing-fool
               ,
               who
               dreams
            
             
             
               On
               nothing
               ,
               but
               uninterrupted
               streams
            
             
               Of
               pleasures
               here
               on
               Earth
               ,
               perpetually
            
             
               Drunk
               with
               
                 the
                 notion
                 of
                 a
                 memory
              
               ,
            
             
               Which
               he
               with
               care
               endeavours
               to
               erect
            
             
               In
               Lands
               ,
               and
               Houses
               ,
               whilst
               he
               doth
               expect
            
             
               No
               stop
               to
               his
               design
               :
               
                 Deaths
                 cleansing
                 Brush
              
            
             
               Sweeps
               him
               away
               ,
               not
               valuing
               a
               rush
            
             
               His
               long
               possession
               :
               or
               ,
               if
               at
               the
               best
               ,
            
             
               He
               lives
               yet
               longer
               ,
               why
               he
               doth
               but
               waste
            
             
               What
               he
               enjoys
               ,
               and
               eats
               out
               all
               at
               last
               ,
            
             
               
                 For
                 when
                 his
                 Merchant-time
                 on
                 Earth
                 is
                 gone
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 His
                 Pedling-booth
                 shall
                 soon
                 be
                 taken
                 down
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               And
               ,
               as
               we
               see
               ,
               when
               one
               lyes
               down
               to
               sleep
               ,
               
            
             
               Whilst
               slumber
               on
               his
               eyes
               doth
               gently
               creep
               ,
            
             
               How
               ,
               on
               a
               suddain
               ,
               from
               the
               
                 spongious
                 brain
              
            
             
               Thin
               pituite
               ,
               upon
               his
               Lungs
               doth
               rain
               ,
            
             
               With
               such
               impetuous
               force
               ,
               as
               ,
               e're
               his
               eyes
            
             
               Are
               fully
               opened
               ,
               in
               
                 this
                 sad
                 surprize
              
               ,
            
             
               Chock'd
               with
               increasing
               Phlegm
               ,
               he
               quickly
               dyes
               .
            
             
               So
               a
               rich
               fool
               ,
               when
               he
               himself
               doth
               please
            
             
               With
               his
               enjoyments
               ,
               lives
               at
               his
               own
               ease
               .
            
             
               And
               'mongst
               his
               Coffers
               ,
               in
               his
               Closet
               sits
               ,
            
             
               With
               head
               on
               arm
               ,
               a
               racking
               of
               his
               wits
               ,
            
             
               By
               what
               sure
               methods
               ,
               he
               may
               regulat
            
             
               
                 The
                 several
                 intrigues
                 of
                 his
                 vast
                 Estate
                 :
              
            
             
               And
               in
               his
               anxious
               mind
               doth
               seem
               to
               doubt
               ,
            
             
               With
               many
               a
               groan
               ,
               whether
               he
               shall
               give
               out
            
             
               That
               useless
               Coine
               which
               in
               his
               Trunks
               doth
               ly
               ,
            
             
               On
               Lands
               ,
               or
               on
               some
               
                 firm
                 Security
              
            
             
               When
               the
               poor
               soul
               of
               nothing
               lesse
               doth
               dream
               ,
            
             
               Death
               siezes
               on
               him
               ,
               like
               a
               suddain
               ●lame
               ,
            
             
               'Mongst
               
                 Flax
                 ,
                 or
                 Hemp
              
               ,
               and
               in
               a
               moments
               space
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               all
               his
               projects
               utterly
               deface
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               though
               our
               God
               permits
               
                 this
                 fool
              
               to
               live
            
             
               Even
               as
               he
               pleases
               ,
               and
               doth
               freely
               give
            
             
               All
               that
               he
               can
               demand
               ,
               yet
               after
               all
               ,
            
             
               When
               this
               
                 rich
                 Mole
              
               ,
               he
               to
               account
               doth
               call
            
             
               How
               he
               has
               liv'd
               ,
               how
               he
               his
               time
               hath
               us'd
               ,
            
             
               How
               he
               that
               wealth
               has
               shamefully
               abus'd
               ,
            
             
               Which
               God
               did
               give
               him
               :
               how
               he
               has
               employ'd
            
             
               Those
               peaceful
               years
               ,
               which
               he
               so
               long
               enjoy'd
               .
            
             
               How
               he
               has
               us'd
               
                 those
                 Parts
                 ,
                 and
                 Qualities
              
               ,
            
             
               With
               which
               he
               was
               endu'd
               ,
               whilst
               all
               mens
               eyes
            
             
               Were
               fix'd
               upon
               him
               ,
               and
               from
               
                 so
                 much
                 wit
              
            
             
               Expected
               some
               fine
               things
               ,
               yet
               he
               thought
               fit
            
             
               To
               make
               no
               use
               of
               such
               ,
               but
               like
               a
               Clown
               ,
            
             
               To
               waste
               his
               time
               ,
               in
               scrambling
               up
               ,
               and
               down
               ,
            
             
               Amongst
               his
               Tennents
               ,
               scraping
               all
               together
            
             
               Against
               
                 next
                 Term
              
               ,
               and
               never
               did
               consider
            
             
               How
               Death
               approach'd
               ,
               who
               'd
               squander
               in
               a
               trice
               ,
            
             
               All
               he
               had
               heap'd
               up
               by
               his
               avarice
               .
            
             
               How
               he
               was
               now
               become
               the
               
                 very
                 jest
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 scandal
                 of
                 his
                 age
              
               :
               and
               was
               at
               best
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               his
               riches
               ,
               all
               his
               toil
               ,
               and
               care
               ,
            
             
             
               Esteem'd
               but
               a
               
                 penurious
                 Usurer
              
               .
            
             
               When
               then
               ,
               I
               say
               ,
               this
               man
               's
               examined
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               his
               
                 silly
                 actions
              
               canvassed
               :
            
             
               God
               doth
               not
               punish
               him
               by
               halfs
               ,
               or
               show
            
             
               Some
               signs
               of
               wrath
               ,
               e're
               he
               inflict
               a
               blow
               :
            
             
               No
               ,
               
                 at
                 one
                 single
                 thrust
              
               ,
               he
               doth
               him
               maul
               ,
            
             
               And
               payes
               him
               home
               severely
               once
               for
               all
               .
            
             
               For
               whilst
               before
               ,
               he
               liv'd
               in
               wealth
               ▪
               and
               ease
               ,
            
             
               Enjoying
               of
               himself
               ,
               
                 like
                 Mouse
                 in
                 Cheese
              
               ,
            
             
               The
               blow
               from
               Heavens
               is
               given
               ,
               and
               anon
               ,
            
             
               E're
               he
               knows
               whence
               it
               comes
               ,
               the
               man
               is
               gone
               .
            
          
           
             
               What
               shall
               I
               say
               then
               ?
               how
               shall
               I
               expresse
               
            
             
               The
               violence
               ,
               the
               force
               ,
               the
               suddainnesse
            
             
               Of
               this
               mans
               fall
               ?
               why
               ?
               even
               as
               Rivers
               swell'd
            
             
               With
               rains
               ▪
               will
               be
               no
               more
               by
               Banks
               with-held
               ,
            
             
               But
               in
               the
               silence
               of
               the
               night
               ,
               when
               all
            
             
               Are
               fast
               asleep
               ,
               break
               down
               their
               Dikes
               ,
               and
               fall
            
             
               On
               Neighbouring
               Villages
               ,
               and
               suddainly
            
             
               Transport
               some
               thousands
               to
               Eternity
               ,
            
             
               Before
               they
               can
               awake
               ,
               by
               force
               of
               streams
               ,
            
             
               Without
               once
               interrupting
               of
               their
               dreams
               ,
            
             
               But
               in
               a
               rapid
               torrent
               bear
               away
            
             
               All
               to
               the
               Ocean
               ,
               e're
               it
               is
               yet
               day
               .
            
          
           
             
               Or
               as
               the
               East-wind
               from
               the
               Persian
               Shore
               
            
             
               Upon
               our
               Coasts
               doth
               suddenly
               flee
               o're
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               such
               fury
               doth
               our
               fields
               invade
               ,
            
             
               As
               Trees
               ,
               and
               Houses
               ,
               on
               the
               ground
               are
               laid
               ,
            
             
               I'
               th
               ▪
               twinkling
               of
               an
               eye
               ,
               and
               men
               are
               toss't
            
             
               On
               Land
               ,
               as
               if
               at
               Sea
               ,
               and
               many
               lost
            
             
               In
               most
               impetuous
               storms
               ,
               of
               blowing-sand
               ,
            
             
               Which
               Eastern-winds
               do
               raise
               within
               this
               land
               .
            
             
               So
               suddain
               shall
               this
               rich-mans
               down-fall
               be
               ,
            
             
               Thunder-struck
               from
               above
               ,
               e're
               he
               can
               see
            
             
               The
               hand
               that
               gives
               the
               blow
               :
               he
               's
               hurryed
            
             
               With
               fury
               hence
               ,
               and
               quickly
               buried
            
             
               In
               his
               own
               ruins
               ,
               whilst
               no
               man
               can
               tell
            
             
               How
               ,
               or
               by
               what
               means
               ,
               
                 this
                 tall
                 Cedar
              
               fell
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               ,
               O
               ,
               the
               blow
               ,
               the
               blow
               from
               God
               alone
               ,
               
            
             
               From
               his
               high
               hand
               ,
               resistible
               by
               none
               ,
            
             
               Truly
               proceeds
               :
               from
               his
               Almighty
               hand
               ,
            
             
               Which
               holds
               the
               Tr●ncheon
               of
               supream
               command
               ,
            
             
               O're
               all
               created
               things
               :
               from
               that
               alone
            
             
               Judgements
               ,
               as
               stones
               out
               of
               a
               sling
               ,
               are
               thrown
            
             
               Upon
               
                 this
                 sinning
                 man
              
               ;
               sorrows
               in
               heaps
            
             
               Are
               cast
               upon
               him
               ,
               whilst
               th'
               Almighty
               keeps
            
             
               Himself
               at
               distance
               from
               him
               :
               and
               denys
            
             
               To
               hear
               his
               Prayer
               ,
               when
               he
               sadly
               crys
               .
            
             
               No
               ,
               God
               in
               Wrath
               shall
               so
               pursue
               this
               man
               ,
            
             
               As
               let
               him
               run
               ,
               let
               him
               do
               what
               he
               can
            
             
               T'
               escape
               his
               blow
               ,
               yet
               all
               shall
               be
               in
               vain
               ,
            
             
               For
               he
               by
               judgements
               shall
               be
               overtane
               ,
            
             
               Where
               e're
               he
               goes
               :
               let
               him
               run
               any
               where
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               great
               horrour
               ramble
               here
               ,
               and
               there
               ,
            
             
               On
               Sea
               ,
               on
               Land
               ,
               and
               often
               change
               his
               Clyme
               ,
            
             
             
               Yet
               still
               his
               judgement
               doth
               attend
               his
               Crime
               .
            
             
               Gods
               heavy
               wrath
               pursues
               him
               constantly
               ,
            
             
               And
               finds
               him
               out
               ,
               where
               ever
               he
               doth
               fly
               .
            
             
               For
               still
               the
               more
               ,
               he
               thinks
               to
               fly
               ,
               the
               more
               ,
            
             
               His
               wrath
               pursues
               him
               ,
               and
               doth
               ne're
               give
               o're
               ,
            
             
               Untill
               it
               lay
               this
               Rebel
               in
               the
               Dust
               ,
            
             
               And
               beat
               him
               all
               to
               pieces
               .
               —
            
             
               For
               none
               ,
               but
               such
               as
               he
               ,
               who
               does
               not
               know
            
             
               The
               good
               ,
               and
               just
               inflicter
               of
               his
               blow
               ,
            
             
               Who
               with
               Heavens
               King
               is
               wholly
               unacquaint
               ,
            
             
               Will
               strive
               to
               fly
               ,
               at
               such
               an
               exigent
               ,
            
             
               From
               his
               all-reaching-hand
               :
               but
               rather
               ly
            
             
               Flat
               on
               their
               face
               ,
               when
               him
               in
               wrath
               they
               spy
               ;
            
             
               And
               by
               degrees
               endeavour
               still
               to
               creep
            
             
               Nigh
               to
               his
               Foot-stool
               ;
               for
               he
               doth
               not
               keep
            
             
               His
               wrath
               'gainst
               such
               ,
               as
               in
               adversity
            
             
               Do
               thither
               run
               ,
               as
               to
               a
               Sanctuary
               ,
            
             
               But
               plagues
               those
               only
               ,
               who
               from
               him
               doth
               fly
               .
            
             
               Hence
               all
               good
               men
               ,
               when
               they
               perceive
               
                 the
                 Rod
              
               ,
            
             
               Endeavour
               quickly
               to
               draw
               nigh
               to
               God
               ,
            
             
               Knowing
               't
               is
               only
               as
               a
               warning
               sent
               ,
            
             
               That
               they
               his
               further
               anger
               may
               prevent
               ,
            
             
               By
               application
               ,
               to
               the
               Throne
               of
               Grace
               ,
            
             
               To
               which
               the
               humble
               freely
               may
               address
               ,
            
             
               At
               all
               times
               ,
               and
               occasions
               ,
               and
               so
               ,
            
             
               By
               fervent
               prayer
               ,
               they
               escape
               the
               blow
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               when
               the
               day
               shall
               come
               ,
               that
               God
               thinks
               fit
               ,
               
            
             
               'Gainst
               this
               great
               man
               
                 to
                 issue
                 out
                 his
                 writ
              
               :
            
             
               When
               he
               intends
               
                 this
                 Gyant
              
               to
               destroy
               ,
            
             
               His
               neighbours
               all
               around
               shall
               shout
               for
               joy
               :
            
             
               And
               at
               his
               down-fall
               openly
               proclaime
               ,
            
             
               How
               much
               they
               did
               abhor
               his
               hateful
               name
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               sins
               did
               so
               far
               antedate
               his
               shame
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Cap.
             XXVIII
             .
          
           
             
               THus
               then
               you
               see
               ,
               how
               friendly
               I
               allow
               
            
             
               What
               you
               assert
               ,
               but
               I
               must
               tell
               you
               now
               ,
            
             
               That
               after
               all
               ,
               't
               is
               my
               opinion
               still
               ,
            
             
               (
               Reason
               to
               th'
               contrair
               ,
               as
               much
               as
               you
               will
               )
            
             
               That
               though
               th'
               Almighty
               on
               the
               wicked
               sends
            
             
               Those
               ills
               ,
               I
               have
               related
               ,
               yet
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
            
             
               We
               must
               not
               thence
               conclude
               at
               any
               rate
               ,
            
             
               That
               in
               his
               actings
               God
               is
               limitat
               ,
            
             
               To
               punish
               only
               such
               as
               plagues
               do
               merit
               ,
            
             
               For
               I
               do
               hold
               that
               
                 as
                 he
                 is
                 a
                 Spirit
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Infinit
                 ,
                 and
                 incomprehensible
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 So
                 all
                 his
                 actings
                 are
                 unsearchable
                 .
              
            
             
               And
               therefore
               ,
               of
               a
               truth
               ,
               I
               see
               not
               well
               ,
            
             
               How
               we
               can
               longer
               on
               
                 this
                 subject
                 dwell
              
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               dive
               into
               the
               knowledge
               of
               such
               things
               ,
            
             
               As
               far
               exceed
               all
               humane
               reasonings
               :
            
             
               Or
               strive
               to
               comprehend
               ,
               without
               offence
               ,
            
             
               
                 The
                 various
                 windings
                 of
                 his
                 Providence
                 .
              
            
             
               'T
               is
               true
               ,
               the
               wit
               of
               man
               ,
               may
               safely
               pry
            
             
               In
               things
               on
               Earth
               ,
               and
               with
               security
               ,
            
             
               Unriddle
               all
               
                 the
                 mystick
                 passages
              
               ,
            
             
               Which
               in
               the
               
                 Book
                 of
                 Nature
              
               ,
               do
               expresse
            
             
               His
               Power
               ,
               and
               Glory
               ,
               and
               which
               he
               thought
               fit
            
             
               T'
               abscond
               ,
               that
               he
               might
               try
               his
               Creatures
               wit
               ,
            
             
               In
               finding
               of
               them
               out
               ,
               't
               is
               true
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               A
               man
               with
               satisfaction
               may
               read
            
             
               The
               works
               of
               God
               :
               as
               by
               his
               mighty
               hand
               ,
            
             
               Has
               writ
               them
               in
               the
               Caverns
               of
               the
               Land
               ,
            
             
               And
               bottom
               of
               the
               Seas
               :
               yea
               ,
               we
               suppose
               ,
            
             
               One
               may
               all
               
                 Natures
                 Cabinet
              
               unclose
               ,
            
             
               By
               force
               of
               art
               :
               and
               happily
               find
               out
            
             
               Each
               
                 privat
                 shuttle
              
               ,
               whilst
               he
               looks
               about
            
             
               For
               
                 things
                 conceal'd
              
               ,
               nay
               ,
               there
               he
               safely
               may
            
             
               By
               his
               own
               art
               ,
               discover
               every
               day
            
             
               The
               greatnesse
               of
               his
               God
               :
               especially
            
             
               When
               in
               Earths
               bowels
               ,
               with
               
                 an
                 Artists
                 eye
              
            
             
               In
               search
               of
               
                 Mines
                 ,
                 and
                 Minerals
              
               he
               doth
               pry
               .
            
             
               Yes
               ,
               in
               all
               these
               ,
               't
               is
               lawful
               for
               a
               man
            
             
               To
               try
               his
               wit
               ,
               and
               labour
               what
               he
               can
            
             
               To
               trace
               
                 those
                 By-roads
                 of
                 obscurity
              
               ,
            
             
               Which
               lead
               to
               th'
               Caverns
               ,
               where
               Earths
               Treasures
               ly
               .
            
             
               For
               our
               great
               God
               not
               only
               doth
               allow
            
             
               Such
               curious
               searchings
               ,
               but
               assists
               him
               too
            
             
               In
               his
               endeavours
               ,
               so
               as
               he
               doth
               find
               ,
            
             
               Besides
               great
               wealth
               ,
               a
               mean
               t'
               enrich
               his
               mind
               ,
            
             
               By
               knowledge
               of
               those
               Mines
               ,
               which
               certainly
               ,
            
             
               Fully
               compenses
               all
               his
               industry
               .
            
             
               Whils't
               he
               admires
               to
               see
               in
               every
               Mine
               ,
            
             
               How
               much
               the
               glory
               of
               his
               God
               doth
               shine
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               as
               he
               works
               ,
               discovers
               more
               ,
               and
               more
               ,
            
             
               His
               worth
               ,
               and
               sees
               his
               power
               
                 in
                 every
                 Ore.
              
               
            
          
           
             
               For
               who
               'd
               not
               take
               delite
               to
               understand
               ,
            
             
               How
               in
               Earths
               womb
               that
               high
               and
               mighty
               hand
            
             
               Which
               all
               things
               fram'd
               ,
               has
               fram'd
               those
               
                 Mettals
                 too
              
               ,
            
             
               About
               which
               Artists
               keep
               so
               much
               ado
               .
            
             
               Whilst
               some
               do
               think
               that
               in
               
                 the
                 first
                 Creation
              
               ,
            
             
               All
               Stones
               ,
               and
               Mettals
               ,
               in
               the
               very
               fashion
               ,
            
             
               As
               now
               we
               see
               them
               ,
               did
               exist
               compleat
               ,
            
             
               'Gainst
               which
               opinion
               ,
               others
               do
               debate
               ,
            
             
               That
               they
               're
               not
               of
               
                 Original
                 Creation
              
               ,
            
             
               But
               are
               produc'd
               by
               daily
               Generation
               ,
            
             
               'Twixt
               sulphur
               ,
               as
               they
               think
               ,
               and
               Mercury
               ,
            
             
               Which
               in
               Earths
               hidden
               Veins
               do
               scattered
               ly
               :
            
             
               Of
               which
               ,
               that
               Male
               ,
               and
               this
               ,
               they
               Female
               call
               ,
            
             
               From
               whose
               congression
               ,
               every
               Mineral
            
             
               They
               say
               doth
               spring
               ,
               and
               to
               conceal
               the
               same
               ,
            
             
               That
               
                 soe●id
                 spirit
              
               ,
               this
               dry-water
               name
               .
            
             
               Yet
               ,
               though
               from
               this
               Congression
               they
               hold
            
             
             
               All
               other
               Mettals
               flow
               ,
               they
               say
               that
               Gold
               ,
            
             
               As
               a
               most
               perfect
               ,
               pure
               ,
               and
               solid
               Creature
               ,
            
             
               VVithout
               all
               mixtion
               ,
               is
               produc'd
               by
               Nature
               .
            
             
               Others
               again
               ,
               who
               make
               it
               their
               profession
               ,
            
             
               To
               know
               such
               things
               ,
               say
               from
               the
               same
               congression
               ,
            
             
               Gold
               doth
               proceed
               :
               for
               if
               the
               mixture
               be
            
             
               In
               just
               proportions
               ,
               and
               they
               both
               agree
            
             
               In
               quantity
               ,
               then
               by
               a
               temperat
               ,
            
             
               And
               soft
               Decoction
               ,
               with
               a
               moderat
               heat
               ,
            
             
               I'
               th'
               bowels
               of
               
                 clean
                 earth
              
               ,
               and
               there
               condens'd
            
             
               VVith
               
                 Moisture
                 Radical
              
               ,
               earth
               wash'd
               and
               cleans'd
            
             
               From
               all
               corruption
               ,
               they
               at
               length
               become
            
             
               A
               
                 fusile
                 thing
              
               ,
               and
               this
               is
               held
               by
               some
            
             
               To
               be
               
                 pure
                 Gold
              
               ;
               next
               when
               that
               mixture
               fails
               ,
            
             
               And
               Sulphure
               over
               Mercury
               prevails
               ,
            
             
               Then
               Silver
               is
               produc'd
               ,
               which
               they
               esteem
            
             
               As
               baser
               ,
               and
               
                 Gold's
                 younger
                 Brother
                 name
              
               .
            
             
               Then
               ,
               when
               the
               substance
               of
               these
               is
               impure
               ,
            
             
               And
               they
               're
               not
               mix'd
               with
               aequilibrature
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               in
               earths
               bowels
               duely
               tempered
               ,
            
             
               They
               do
               become
               
                 Tinn
                 ,
                 Iron
                 ,
                 Copper
                 ,
                 Lead
                 .
              
            
             
               Against
               this
               too
               ,
               there
               's
               others
               do
               debate
               ,
            
             
               And
               say
               all
               Minerals
               are
               procreat
            
             
               From
               th'mixture
               of
               thin
               Earth
               ,
               with
               whitest
               Water
               ,
            
             
               Which
               they
               affirm
               to
               be
               the
               only
               matter
            
             
               Whence
               Mettals
               do
               proceed
               ,
               and
               that
               't
               is
               so
               ,
            
             
               They
               prove
               ,
               'cause
               Mettals
               do
               like
               Water
               flow
               ,
            
             
               By
               strength
               of
               Fire
               :
               from
               whence
               they
               do
               assert
               ,
            
             
               As
               all
               things
               are
               reduc'd
               ,
               
                 by
                 Rules
                 of
                 Art
              
               ,
            
             
               To
               their
               first
               Principles
               ,
               so
               when
               we
               see
            
             
               Those
               Mettals
               flow
               ,
               their
               Matter
               sure
               must
               be
            
             
               Some
               
                 liquid
                 thing
              
               :
               for
               so
               they
               say
               't
               is
               plain
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               they
               by
               cold
               are
               soon
               condens'd
               again
            
             
               As
               waters
               are
               .
               Others
               again
               assert
               ,
            
             
               And
               labour
               to
               make
               out
               ,
               by
               Rules
               of
               Art
               ,
            
             
               That
               out
               of
               Earth
               ,
               and
               VVater
               mix'd
               ,
               adust
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               Earth's
               Oven
               ,
               bak'd
               into
               a
               Crust
               :
            
             
               Springs
               Vitriol
               ,
               which
               doth
               all
               Mettals
               breed
               ,
            
             
               From
               which
               ,
               as
               their
               first
               Matter
               ,
               they
               proceed
               .
            
             
               Because
               all
               Mettals
               ,
               when
               dissolv'd
               ,
               appear
            
             
               Like
               Vitriol
               :
               besides
               they
               say
               ,
               't
               is
               clear
               ,
            
             
               That
               Oyl
               from
               
                 Vitriol
                 Sublimat
              
               is
               drawn
               ,
            
             
               By
               which
               all
               Mettals
               are
               reduc'd
               again
            
             
               To
               their
               first
               Matter
               .
               Others
               there
               be
               yet
               ;
            
             
               VVho
               on
               this
               Subject
               eagerly
               debate
               ,
            
             
               That
               from
               earths
               intrails
               a
               dry
               breath
               ascends
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               mix't
               with
               
                 watry
                 vapours
              
               upward
               tends
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               as
               it
               meets
               with
               earth
               accommodate
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               its
               matter
               become
               Sublimate
               ,
            
             
               Condens'd
               by
               cold
               ,
               this
               ,
               or
               that
               Mettal
               flows
               ,
            
             
               And
               it
               
                 Gold
                 ,
                 Silver
                 ,
                 Lead
                 ,
                 Iron
                 ,
                 Copper
              
               grows
               .
            
             
               And
               last
               of
               all
               ,
               there
               's
               others
               that
               debate
            
             
               That
               Mettals
               are
               all
               truly
               procreat
            
             
               'Twixt
               th'
               elements
               ,
               which
               do
               give
               both
               to
               all
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               those
               we
               name
               
                 Bodies
                 Celestial
              
               .
            
             
               But
               whatsoever
               be
               their
               generation
               ,
            
             
               Sure
               't
               is
               a
               matter
               worth
               our
               admiration
               ,
            
             
               To
               think
               Earths
               bowels
               doth
               such
               things
               prepare
            
             
               As
               frets
               us
               all
               to
               know
               what
               things
               they
               are
               .
            
             
               
                 Mystical
                 creatures
              
               whose
               origination
            
             
               In
               vain
               we
               search
               ;
               and
               trace
               their
               procreation
               ,
            
             
               But
               by
               uncertain
               rules
               ;
               for
               after
               all
            
             
               We
               must
               acknowledge
               every
               Mineral
            
             
               
                 Is
                 fram'd
                 by
                 th'
                 hand
                 of
                 God
              
               ;
               and
               seriously
               ,
            
             
               After
               all
               Arts
               ,
               profound
               subtility
               ,
            
             
               What
               we
               suppose
               ,
               their
               birth
               must
               be
               confess
               't
            
             
               Are
               but
               
                 sublime
                 conjectures
              
               at
               the
               best
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               to
               proceed
               to
               th'
               several
               species
               ,
            
             
               Of
               that
               so
               
                 vagrant
                 subterraneous
                 race
              
               :
            
             
               First
               let
               's
               observe
               what
               we
               in
               Silver
               see
               ,
            
             
               Which
               from
               Earths-center
               ,
               branches
               like
               a
               Tree
               ,
            
             
               And
               its
               
                 small
                 roots
              
               so
               cunningly
               doth
               spread
               ,
            
             
               Some
               here
               ,
               some
               there
               ,
               on
               purpose
               scattered
               ,
            
             
               As
               though
               it
               fear'd
               to
               be
               discovered
               ,
            
             
               By
               th'
               Art
               of
               Miners
               ,
               yet
               the
               Art
               of
               man
            
             
               Finds
               out
               this
               Mineral
               do
               what
               it
               can
            
             
               To
               hide
               it self
               in
               Natures
               most
               recluse
               ,
            
             
               And
               private
               Cells
               ;
               and
               for
               a
               publick
               use
            
             
               Brings
               it
               above
               Ground
               ,
               where
               the
               silly
               Ore
               ,
            
             
               Which
               in
               Earths
               bowels
               signified
               no
               more
            
             
               Then
               its
               own
               Sparr
               :
               and
               in
               no
               more
               esteem
            
             
               Then
               Lead
               ,
               or
               Copper
               ,
               soon
               procures
               a
               name
               .
            
             
               After
               it's
               washen
               ,
               sifted
               ,
               melted
               ,
               cast
            
             
               In
               
                 massy
                 Ingots
              
               ,
               stamp'd
               ,
               and
               coyn'd
               at
               last
               ,
            
             
               Above
               
                 its
                 fellow
                 Minerals
              
               ,
               and
               doth
               hold
            
             
               In
               mens
               esteem
               the
               second
               place
               to
               Gold.
            
             
               To
               Gold
               ,
               why
               there
               too
               is
               
                 a
                 boasting
                 Ore
              
               ,
            
             
               Though
               in
               its
               Veins
               it
               signifies
               no
               more
            
             
               Then
               other
               Mettals
               ,
               
                 yellow
                 Earth
              
               at
               best
               ,
            
             
               Meer
               
                 coloured
                 Dust
              
               ,
               but
               once
               brought
               to
               the
               Test
               ,
            
             
               'T
               is
               no
               more
               dust
               ,
               't
               is
               no
               more
               
                 simple
                 Ore
              
               ,
            
             
               No
               more
               a
               
                 heap
                 of
                 Sand
              
               ,
               as
               't
               was
               before
               :
            
             
               But
               now
               a
               most
               illustrious
               name
               it
               bears
               ,
            
             
               Beyond
               all
               Mettals
               ,
               and
               indeed
               appears
            
             
               To
               be
               the
               
                 Worlds
                 Idol
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               ,
               O
               this
               ,
               Mettal
               !
               this
               
                 dear
                 Mineral
              
               !
            
             
               This
               
                 Earths
                 Elixir
              
               !
               this
               fair
               
                 all
                 in
                 all
              
               !
            
             
               This
               
                 Princely
                 Dust
              
               !
               what
               figures
               doth
               it
               make
            
             
               Amongst
               poor
               Mortals
               !
               how
               oft
               doth
               it
               break
            
             
               The
               bonds
               of
               Conscience
               ,
               and
               Morality
               ,
            
             
               Th'
               interest
               of
               Blood
               ,
               and
               common
               Honesty
               ;
            
             
               Makes
               Wars
               and
               Tumults
               'mongst
               the
               race
               of
               men
               ,
            
             
               And
               quickly
               reconciles
               them
               all
               again
               .
            
             
               Tyes
               ,
               and
               un-tyes
               ,
               kills
               ,
               wounds
               ;
               and
               heals
               apace
               ,
            
             
               Leads
               men
               in
               favour
               ,
               brings
               them
               in
               disgrace
               :
            
             
               Sets
               up
               with
               this
               hand
               ,
               and
               with
               that
               pulls
               down
               ,
            
             
               What
               '
               ere
               it
               lists
               ,
               from
               th'
               Budget
               to
               the
               Crown
               ,
            
             
               This
               is
               the
               Standart
               ,
               which
               doth
               regulate
            
             
             
               The
               actions
               of
               men
               ;
               and
               sets
               a
               Rate
               ,
            
             
               On
               every
               Head
               ,
               this
               puts
               a
               Valuation
            
             
               On
               every
               Kingdom
               ,
               State
               ,
               and
               Corporation
               .
            
             
               In
               short
               ,
               this
               Gold
               makes
               such
               a
               mighty
               sound
               ,
            
             
               And
               keeps
               such
               Domineering
               ,
               above
               ground
               ,
            
             
               As
               it
               gives
               Laws
               to
               all
               the
               World
               a-round
               .
            
             
               
                 For
                 Gold
                 ,
                 for
                 Gold
              
               ,
               alace
               all
               's
               bart'red
               now
            
             
               For
               
                 that
                 proud
                 Mettal
              
               ;
               and
               with
               much
               adoe
               ;
            
             
               A
               few
               poor
               soules
               ,
               who
               generouslie
               soare
            
             
               Above
               the
               scent
               of
               
                 that
                 infecting
                 Ore
              
            
             
               Escape
               ,
               which
               ,
               were
               they
               catch'd
               ,
               would
               soon
               be
               sold
               ,
            
             
               Amongst
               so
               many
               thousands
               too
               
                 for
                 Gold.
              
               
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               that
               I
               may
               give
               this
               same
               Gold
               its
               due
               ,
            
             
               As
               't
               has
               its
               Vices
               ,
               so
               its
               Virtues
               too
            
             
               Are
               Eminent
               ,
               which
               Artists
               do
               relate
               ,
            
             
               Who
               of
               the
               
                 state
                 of
                 Minerals
              
               do
               treate
               .
            
             
               'T
               is
               prov'd
               by
               these
               ,
               then
               
                 in
                 their
                 Operations
              
               ,
            
             
               (
               Which
               surely
               are
               the
               best
               of
               Demonstrations
               )
            
             
               That
               gold
               is
               such
               a
               Mettal
               ,
               as
               the
               fire
               ,
            
             
               (
               In
               which
               all
               other
               Minerals
               expire
               ,
            
             
               At
               least
               much
               of
               their
               Weight
               and
               Substance
               lose
            
             
               In
               every
               trial
               )
               though
               from
               Bellows
               nose
               ,
            
             
               Suppli'd
               with
               constant
               aid
               ;
               yet
               after
               all
            
             
               Can
               not
               subdue
               
                 this
                 solid
                 Mineral
              
               ;
            
             
               Or
               make
               it
               quit
               the
               very
               
                 smallest
                 grain
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Of
                 Weight
              
               ,
               which
               in
               its
               Ore
               it
               did
               contain
               .
            
             
               Next
               as
               a
               mark
               of
               its
               true
               purity
               ,
            
             
               We
               see
               it
               has
               this
               singular
               quality
               ,
            
             
               Above
               all
               other
               Mettals
               :
               that
               it
               never
            
             
               Leaves
               any
               Tincture
               on
               the
               hand
               ,
               however
            
             
               It
               frequently
               be
               handled
               :
               then
               again
            
             
               Sharp
               Juyces
               ,
               which
               all
               other
               Mettals
               stain
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               degrees
               corrodes
               :
               if
               Gold
               do
               ly
            
             
               In
               such
               ,
               it
               nothing
               of
               its
               quantity
            
             
               Doth
               lose
               :
               nay
               ,
               to
               the
               brim
               a
               Vessel
               fill
            
             
               With
               Water
               ,
               then
               but
               sink
               it
               in
               with
               skill
               ,
            
             
               A
               
                 lump
                 of
                 Gold
              
               ,
               yet
               th'
               water
               shall
               not
               spill
               ,
            
             
               Or
               in
               the
               least
               run
               over
               ,
               by
               which
               sign
            
             
               Artists
               find
               out
               ,
               
                 what
                 Gold
                 is
                 purely
                 fine
              
               .
            
             
               For
               if
               but
               allay'd
               with
               the
               smallest
               Grain
            
             
               Of
               other
               Mettals
               ,
               't
               will
               ,
               run
               o're
               .
               Again
            
             
               This
               Gold
               ,
               though
               pure
               ,
               and
               soft
               ,
               yet
               't
               is
               not
               frail
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               can
               the
               Hammer
               in
               the
               least
               prevail
            
             
               To
               break
               this
               Mettal
               :
               as
               't
               would
               do
               a
               Stone
               ,
            
             
               In
               little
               pieces
               ,
               no
               ,
               for
               't
               is
               well
               known
               ,
            
             
               By
               strength
               of
               hand
               ,
               upon
               the
               Anvil
               beat
               ,
            
             
               In
               such
               
                 thin
                 Leaves
              
               it
               doth
               it self
               dilate
               ,
            
             
               As
               out
               of
               one
               Grain
               fifty
               Leaves
               ,
               or
               more
            
             
               Have
               been
               beat
               out
               by
               th'
               hammer
               :
               whence
               we
               know
            
             
               Of
               what
               pure
               Matter
               Gold
               consists
               .
               Again
            
             
               This
               Mettal
               seems
               for
               ever
               to
               remain
            
             
               In
               its
               perfection
               ,
               for
               when
               
                 eating
                 Rust
              
            
             
               Reduces
               other
               Minerals
               to
               Dust
               ,
            
             
               By
               length
               of
               wasting-time
               ,
               on
               upright
               Gold
               ,
            
             
             
               What
               eats
               all
               other
               Mettals
               ,
               takes
               no
               hold
               :
            
             
               On
               Gold
               :
               no
               Rust
               ,
               no
               
                 Verdi
                 greese
              
               appears
               ,
            
             
               Though
               buried
               under
               ground
               a
               thousand
               years
               :
            
             
               But
               after
               all
               ,
               its
               Weight
               ,
               and
               Quantitie
               ,
            
             
               Pure
               Substance
               ,
               solid
               Grain
               ,
               and
               Qualitie
            
             
               Will
               be
               the
               same
               ,
               as
               when
               at
               first
               prepar'd
            
             
               By
               Artists
               hand
               .
               Then
               if
               we
               do
               regard
            
             
               Its
               usefulnesse
               for
               Humane
               Life
               ,
               no
               Mine
            
             
               Produces
               such
               a
               
                 Cordial
                 Medicine
              
               ,
            
             
               As
               is
               this
               Gold
               :
               for
               being
               cold
               and
               dry
               ,
            
             
               It
               guards
               the
               heart
               by
               its
               Frigidity
               ,
            
             
               From
               all
               
                 infecting
                 Exhalations
              
               ,
               hence
            
             
               Princes
               not
               onlie
               for
               Magnificence
               ,
            
             
               But
               out
               of
               
                 Cups
                 of
                 Gold
              
               for
               Health
               do
               drink
               ,
            
             
               As
               out
               of
               
                 Wholes
                 me
                 Mettal
              
               ,
               for
               some
               think
            
             
               Gold
               for
               its
               drynesse
               powerfullie
               resists
            
             
               
                 All
                 Putrid
                 Humours
              
               .
               —
            
             
               Then
               for
               
                 Splenetick
                 Vapors
              
               ,
               Plates
               of
               Gold
            
             
               Made
               often
               hot
               i'th'fire
               ,
               as
               often
               cool'd
            
             
               In
               Earthen
               Vessels
               ,
               full
               of
               
                 purest
                 Wine
              
            
             
               Drunk
               up
               by
               such
               ,
               whom
               that
               Disease
               doth
               pine
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               quicklie
               cure
               'em
               :
               nay
               this
               Liquor
               too
               ,
            
             
               As
               most
               of
               our
               Physicians
               avow
               ,
            
             
               And
               some
               inform
               us
               by
               Experience
               ,
            
             
               Is
               a
               firm
               Antidote
               against
               Pestilence
               ,
            
             
               And
               these
               intected
               Cures
               .
               But
               what
               needs
               more
               ,
            
             
               'T
               would
               take
               up
               too
               much
               time
               to
               reckon
               o're
            
             
               Its
               numerous
               qualities
               :
               now
               let
               us
               see
            
             
               What
               other
               Minerals
               in
               Earths
               Closet
               be
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Why
               there
               is
               Iron
               ,
               a
               Mineral
               that
               's
               found
               
            
             
               Not
               much
               below
               the
               Superfice
               o'
               th'
               ground
               ,
            
             
               By
               th'
               art
               of
               man
               ,
               
                 a
                 rugged
                 heavy
                 stone
              
               ,
            
             
               Appearing
               of
               no
               value
               ,
               but
               anon
            
             
               Brought
               to
               the
               Mill
               ,
               and
               Furnace
               ,
               smelted
               ,
               cast
            
             
               In
               Barres
               :
               to
               th'
               fire
               ,
               and
               Anvil
               brought
               at
               last
               ,
            
             
               Becomes
               so
               firm
               a
               Mettal
               ,
               so
               entire
               ,
            
             
               And
               solid
               ,
               as
               a
               man
               cannot
               desire
            
             
               A
               thing
               more
               useful
               :
               for
               if
               he
               intend
            
             
               In
               
                 sweet
                 Agriculture
              
               ,
               his
               life
               to
               spend
               ,
            
             
               Without
               this
               Mettal
               he
               can
               nothing
               do
               ,
            
             
               He
               cannot
               cut
               down
               Woods
               ,
               he
               cannot
               plough
               ,
            
             
               He
               cannot
               make
               the
               Earth
               that
               Grain
               afford
               ,
            
             
               Which
               feeds
               the
               stock
               of
               Mankind
               :
               in
               a
               word
               ,
            
             
               He
               who
               intends
               this
               honest
               life
               to
               lead
               ,
            
             
               Must
               by
               his
               Iron
               win
               his
               daily
               bread
               .
            
             
               Or
               if
               in
               War
               he
               rather
               takes
               delight
               ,
            
             
               And
               hating
               Peace
               he
               doth
               incline
               to
               fight
               :
            
             
               Why
               without
               
                 this
                 bold
                 Mettal
              
               ,
               in
               his
               hand
               ,
            
             
               Had
               as
               good
               stay
               at
               home
               ,
               and
               plough
               the
               Land
               ,
            
             
               As
               go
               th'
               Camp
               :
               but
               with
               that
               furnished
               ,
            
             
               He
               soon
               gains
               reputation
               by
               the
               Blade
               .
            
             
               Or
               if
               on
               th'
               other
               hand
               his
               inclination
            
             
               Makes
               him
               in
               love
               ,
               with
               
                 Trade
                 ,
                 and
                 Navigation
              
               ,
            
             
               Without
               this
               Mettal
               ,
               he
               's
               a
               fool
               that
               dares
            
             
             
               To
               the
               uncertain
               Ocean
               trust
               his
               Wares
               .
            
             
               By
               this
               the
               Boards
               are
               fix'd
               ,
               which
               do
               compose
            
             
               
                 Th'
                 adventuring
                 thing
              
               ,
               in
               which
               to
               Sea
               he
               goes
               ,
            
             
               By
               this
               ,
               when
               Wind-swoln
               waves
               do
               proudly
               roar
               ,
            
             
               On
               every
               side
               ,
               and
               threaten
               to
               devour
            
             
               The
               
                 trembling
                 Oak
              
               ,
               in
               which
               this
               man
               doth
               steer
               ,
            
             
               Even
               ready
               to
               expire
               for
               very
               fear
               ,
            
             
               When
               ,
               in
               good
               earnest
               he
               doth
               now
               perceive
            
             
               Th'
               insulting
               Billows
               offer
               him
               a
               Grave
               :
            
             
               And
               views
               the
               
                 Scaly
                 Champions
                 of
                 the
                 Seas
              
               ,
            
             
               Who
               wait
               on
               such
               occasions
               as
               these
               ,
            
             
               (
               As
               Birds
               of
               prey
               for
               Carrions
               at
               Land
               )
            
             
               Assemble
               in
               great
               Troops
               on
               every
               hand
               ,
            
             
               To
               feed
               upon
               his
               flesh
               :
               by
               this
               I
               say
            
             
               He
               doth
               procure
               a
               merciful
               delay
            
             
               From
               gracious
               Providence
               .
            
             
               On
               this
               to
               Hauser
               ty'd
               and
               then
               let
               drop
            
             
               To
               the
               Seas
               bottom
               ,
               under
               God
               ,
               his
               hope
            
             
               Alone
               depends
               ;
               on
               this
               nail'd
               to
               the
               Ground
            
             
               He
               safely
               rides
               ,
               while
               Death
               doth
               him
               surround
               ,
            
             
               And
               Clouds
               of
               terror
               on
               all
               hands
               environ
               ,
            
             
               He
               owes
               his
               life
               to
               
                 this
                 small
                 piece
                 of
                 Iron
              
               ,
            
             
               Which
               holds
               all
               sure
               :
               and
               when
               the
               Storm
               is
               gone
               ?
            
             
               With
               joy
               he
               weighs
               this
               
                 useful
                 thing
              
               anone
               ;
            
             
               Tyes
               it
               to
               his
               Ships-bow
               ;
               then
               on
               his
               knees
               ,
            
             
               When
               he
               perceives
               a
               calmness
               in
               the
               Seas
               ,
            
             
               Thanks
               God
               for
               his
               delivery
               ,
               and
               then
            
             
               Hoises
               his
               Sails
               ,
               and
               so
               to
               Sea
               again
            
             
               Upon
               his
               lawful
               Trade
               .
            
             
               Then
               if
               for
               Handy-crafis
               he
               do
               incline
               ,
            
             
               Without
               this
               Mettal
               ,
               he
               who
               doth
               design
            
             
               A
               Manufacture
               ;
               labours
               but
               in
               vain
               ;
            
             
               For
               ,
               without
               Iron
               ,
               he
               never
               can
               obtain
            
             
               What
               he
               intends
               ;
               but
               by
               it
               easily
            
             
               Can
               all
               the
               World
               with
               useful
               things
               supply
               !
            
             
               Nay
               further
               ,
               if
               perhaps
               a
               man
               inclines
            
             
               To
               become
               rich
               by
               
                 Minerals
                 and
                 Mines
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               th'
               other
               Ores
               ,
               in
               Earths
               dark
               Kennesl
               trace
               ,
            
             
               'T
               is
               only
               Iron
               must
               do
               his
               business
               :
            
             
               The
               Pick-ax
               ,
               and
               the
               Shovel
               ,
               without
               doubt
               ,
            
             
               Are
               th'
               only
               tools
               can
               find
               that
               treasure
               out
               .
            
             
               In
               fine
               this
               Mettal
               ,
               this
               same
               
                 rugged
                 stone
              
               ;
            
             
               Doth
               for
               so
               many
               uses
               serve
               ,
               that
               none
            
             
               O'
               th'
               other
               Mettals
               can
               with
               it
               compare
               ,
            
             
               And
               were
               
                 this
                 vulgar
                 Mineral
              
               as
               rare
            
             
               As
               
                 Gold
                 ,
                 and
                 Silver
              
               ,
               since
               so
               many
               call
            
             
               For
               it
               to
               humane
               use
               ;
               it
               would
               them
               all
            
             
               Exceed
               in
               value
               ,
               and
               be
               quickly
               able
            
             
               T'
               attain
               the
               title
               
                 of
                 inestimable
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               wit
               of
               man
               doth
               find
               out
               Copper
               too
            
             
               By
               Art
               ,
               and
               Labour
               ,
               and
               with
               much
               ado
               ,
            
             
               Brings
               it
               to
               '
               th'
               Furnace
               ,
               where
               it
               smelts
               it
               down
            
             
               By
               a
               strong
               well
               fomented
               fire
               ,
               and
               soon
            
             
               Casts
               it
               in
               Plates
               ;
               by
               Artists
               hand
               ,
               annon
            
             
             
               This
               Ore
               mix'd
               with
               
                 th'
                 Calaminary
                 Stone
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               smelted
               down
               together
               in
               a
               Mass
               ,
            
             
               Becomes
               that
               compound
               Mettal
               we
               call
               Brass
               .
            
             
               An
               useful
               Mettal
               ,
               durable
               and
               fair
               ,
            
             
               And
               save
               with
               Gold
               ,
               and
               Silver
               may
               compare
            
             
               VVith
               all
               the
               other
               Ores
               ,
               which
               in
               its
               Veins
            
             
               Scaturient
               here
               and
               there
               the
               earth
               contains
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               in
               all
               these
               a
               man
               may
               lawfully
               
            
             
               Improve
               his
               art
               ,
               and
               by
               his
               Industry
            
             
               Unrip
               Earths
               VVomb
               ,
               and
               openly
               reveal
            
             
               VVhat
               Nature
               in
               the
               dark
               would
               fain
               conceal
               .
            
             
               Yes
               by
               this
               art
               ,
               and
               labour
               every
               day
            
             
               To
               his
               
                 dear
                 Ore
              
               he
               may
               cut
               out
               his
               way
               ,
            
             
               Through
               horrid
               darkness
               ,
               which
               by
               Candle
               light
            
             
               He
               clears
               ,
               and
               lays
               all
               open
               to
               the
               sight
               ,
            
             
               VVhat
               prudent
               nature
               from
               earths
               
                 serous
                 part
              
            
             
               Had
               separate
               ,
               and
               without
               help
               of
               Art
               ,
            
             
               Attracted
               to
               its
               
                 Meseraick
                 Veins
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               scattered
               here
               and
               there
               in
               lobs
               and
               grains
               ;
            
             
               But
               yet
               so
               cunningly
               ,
               that
               after
               all
            
             
               VVhat
               man
               on
               earth
               can
               pain
               and
               labour
               call
               ,
            
             
               'T
               is
               so
               conceal'd
               ,
               for
               all
               his
               art
               ,
               no
               doubt
               ,
            
             
               He
               has
               enough
               adoe
               to
               find
               it
               out
               .
            
             
               Their
               humane
               art
               ,
               and
               
                 wicked
                 lahour
              
               too
               ,
            
             
               Finds
               out
               those
               Stones
               ,
               to
               which
               we
               do
               allow
            
             
               No
               small
               esteem
               ;
               nay
               in
               that
               value
               hold
               ,
            
             
               As
               some
               are
               hardly
               to
               be
               bought
               for
               Gold.
               
            
          
           
             
               In
               search
               of
               these
               then
               ,
               and
               his
               
                 darling
                 Ores
              
               ,
            
             
               He
               ventures
               forward
               ,
               and
               the
               earth
               so
               bores
            
             
               On
               every
               side
               ,
               where
               he
               perceives
               the
               Vein
            
             
               
                 But
                 half-inch-thick
              
               ,
               as
               with
               much
               toil
               and
               pain
               ,
            
             
               He
               digs
               a-round
               it
               ,
               as
               much
               
                 scantling
                 waste
              
               ,
            
             
               As
               may
               afford
               him
               lodging
               on
               his
               breast
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               which
               creeping
               ,
               with
               his
               Tools
               and
               Sticks
            
             
               The
               Ore
               out
               of
               its
               Veins
               in
               Grains
               he
               picks
               ,
            
             
               Which
               put
               in
               
                 little
                 Bags
              
               ,
               th'
               one
               to
               his
               Breast
               ,
            
             
               A-crosse
               ,
               the
               other
               to
               his
               Back
               ty'd
               fast
               ,
            
             
               At
               least
               now
               
                 fourty
                 fathoms
                 under
                 ground
              
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               
                 horrid
                 damps
              
               his
               Senses
               so
               confound
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               is
               almost
               stifled
               :
               yet
               at
               last
            
             
               He
               climbs
               above
               ground
               :
               thinks
               all
               danger
               past
            
             
               When
               he
               perceives
               the
               Sun
               so
               brightly
               shine
               ,
            
             
               To
               which
               he
               was
               a
               stranger
               in
               the
               Mine
               .
            
             
               Yet
               many
               who
               below
               ground
               dig
               for
               Ore
               ,
            
             
               Choak'd
               with
               
                 bad
                 vapours
              
               ,
               see
               that
               light
               no
               more
               .
            
          
           
             
               Nor
               meet
               they
               only
               with
               
                 Malignant
                 Air
              
               ,
               
            
             
               Who
               to
               these
               Mineral-regions
               repair
               :
            
             
               But
               also
               whilst
               they
               labour
               under
               ground
               ,
            
             
               By
               Waters
               which
               from
               
                 hidden
                 Springs
              
               arround
            
             
               Rush
               in
               upon
               the
               Mines
               ,
               they
               're
               almost
               drown'd
               .
            
             
               Yet
               doth
               the
               wit
               of
               man
               ,
               with
               much
               adoe
               ,
            
             
               At
               length
               o'recome
               this
               great
               obstruction
               too
               ,
            
             
               By
               carrying
               on
               of
               Levells
               ,
               in
               which
               all
            
             
               The
               Neighbouring
               Springs
               ,
               as
               in
               a
               Cistern
               fall
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               in
               that
               Trough
               are
               secretly
               convey'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               emptied
               at
               some
               petty
               Rivers
               side
               ;
            
             
               
                 Whose
                 twinkling
                 Streams
                 do
                 trindle
                 in
                 a
                 Line
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Parallell
                 with
                 the
                 Basis
                 of
                 the
                 Mine
                 .
              
            
             
               Or
               if
               this
               Mine
               they
               work
               in
               ,
               deeper
               lies
               ,
            
             
               Than
               any
               part
               o'
               th'
               Neighbouring
               Superfice
               ,
            
             
               Then
               ,
               in
               this
               Canal
               ,
               safely
               carried
            
             
               To
               the
               
                 Shafts
                 bottom
              
               ,
               they
               're
               delivered
               ,
            
             
               In
               numerous
               Buckets
               ,
               which
               do
               there
               attend
               ,
            
             
               And
               are
               let
               down
               in
               hundreds
               for
               that
               end
               :
            
             
               And
               by
               these
               brought
               aloft
               ,
               are
               emptied
            
             
               In
               the
               next
               Ditch
               ;
               and
               thence
               securely
               spread
            
             
               Amongst
               the
               Neighbouring
               Fields
               .
            
             
               Or
               if
               they
               do
               not
               by
               these
               Levels
               drain
               ,
            
             
               And
               fit
               for
               work
               this
               profitable
               Vein
               ;
            
             
               Then
               by
               the
               strength
               of
               Pumps
               ,
               they
               suck
               up
               all
            
             
               Those
               Waters
               which
               infest
               the
               Mineral
               ,
            
             
               And
               render
               it
               so
               easie
               by
               degrees
               ,
            
             
               As
               they
               dig
               out
               their
               
                 precious
                 Ore
              
               ,
               with
               ease
               :
            
          
           
             
               Nor
               are
               they
               only
               with
               
                 infecting
                 Air
              
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               Waters
               ,
               sorely
               vex't
               who
               labour
               there
               ;
            
             
               But
               with
               
                 Fire
                 too
              
               :
               for
               though
               earth's
               Superfice
            
             
               Affords
               us
               Bread
               at
               a
               convenient
               price
               ,
            
             
               Of
               wholesome
               labour
               ,
               and
               contentedly
            
             
               Returns
               the
               product
               of
               our
               industry
               :
            
             
               As
               willing
               to
               be
               Plow'd
               and
               Furrowed
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               if
               in
               labour
               further
               we
               proceed
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               
                 presuming
                 tools
              
               ,
               dare
               undertake
            
             
               T'
               unrip
               her
               Belly
               ,
               and
               with
               pleasure
               rake
            
             
               Her
               very
               Bowels
               ,
               to
               find
               out
               those
               Ores
               ,
            
             
               There
               kept
               by
               Nature
               in
               
                 concealed
                 Stores
              
               .
            
             
               Then
               she
               grows
               angry
               ,
               then
               she
               convocats
            
             
               All
               aid
               she
               can
               ,
               from
               her
               Confederats
               ,
            
             
               
                 Bad
                 Air
                 ,
                 foul
                 Water
              
               ,
               and
               
                 consuming
                 Fire
              
               ,
            
             
               Which
               with
               her
               every
               minute
               do
               conspire
               ,
            
             
               T'
               undoe
               the
               Miners
               hope
               .
            
             
               For
               sometimes
               ,
               when
               she
               meets
               with
               
                 Sulphur
                 Veins
              
               ,
            
             
               (
               Which
               allay
               almost
               every
               Mine
               contains
               )
            
             
               Some
               Sparks
               ,
               that
               from
               their
               Lamps
               ,
               or
               Candles
               fall
               ,
            
             
               Kindle
               
                 that
                 combustible
                 Mineral
              
               ,
            
             
               Which
               flaming
               quickly
               ,
               with
               a
               noisome
               smoak
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               often
               times
               the
               half-breath'd
               Miner
               choak
               :
            
             
               But
               in
               a
               trice
               by
               Humane
               Industry
               ,
            
             
               This
               flame
               is
               quench'd
               ,
               and
               Miners
               by
               and
               by
            
             
               Do
               freely
               dig
               ,
               and
               follow
               out
               the
               Vein
               ,
            
             
               How
               e're
               
                 their
                 angry
                 Mother
                 Earth
              
               complain
               .
            
          
           
             
               Their
               
                 Mother
                 Earth
              
               ,
               who
               angry
               to
               the
               heart
               ,
               
            
             
               To
               see
               her self
               Piece-meal'd
               ,
               by
               Miners
               Art
            
             
               Doth
               spare
               no
               labour
               ,
               but
               endeavours
               still
            
             
               T'
               obstruct
               their
               works
               ,
               (
               let
               them
               dig
               as
               they
               will
               )
            
             
               For
               when
               she
               sees
               that
               neither
               
                 Water
                 ,
                 Fire
              
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               Air
               can
               stop
               their
               covetous
               desire
               ,
            
             
               With
               Stones
               and
               Dust
               she
               stops
               the
               passages
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               the
               Avenues
               embarrasses
               ,
            
             
             
               Which
               to
               the
               so
               much
               long
               '
               ▪
               for
               Vein
               do
               lead
               ;
            
             
               Yet
               in
               his
               journey
               he
               doth
               still
               proceed
               .
            
             
               He
               breaks
               those
               Stones
               ,
               and
               pounds
               them
               ,
               sifts
               their
               dust
               ,
            
             
               In
               which
               to
               find
               some
               Saphires
               he
               doth
               trust
               .
            
             
               Because
               such
               Stones
               are
               usually
               found
            
             
               Wrap'd
               up
               amongst
               
                 such
                 baggage
              
               ,
               under
               ground
               ;
            
             
               Or
               else
               to
               find
               there
               ,
               some
               small
               scattered
               Grains
            
             
               Of
               
                 extravasat
                 God
              
               ,
               which
               it
               containes
            
             
               Most
               usually
               ,
               and
               of
               all
               his
               pains
               ,
            
             
               May
               pay
               
                 the
                 uncost
              
               .
               So
               then
               after
               all
               ,
            
             
               The
               art
               of
               man
               doth
               pierce
               
                 this
                 stony
                 wall
              
               ;
            
             
               Beats
               down
               
                 those
                 rattling
                 Barricades
                 of
                 dust
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               main
               force
               himself
               doth
               further
               thrust
               ,
            
             
               Into
               
                 Earths
                 Inner-works
              
               ,
               advances
               still
               ,
            
             
               Let
               the
               enraged
               thing
               do
               what
               it
               will
               ,
            
             
               T'obstruct
               his
               passage
               :
               )
               yet
               he
               still
               makes
               way
               ,
            
             
               Untill
               at
               length
               her
               hoord
               becomes
               his
               prey
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               way
               indeed
               he
               makes
               unknown
               to
               all
               ,
               
            
             
               Save
               those
               alone
               
                 who
                 hunt
                 for
                 Mineral
              
               .
            
             
               No
               Birds
               of
               prey
               ,
               whose
               sharp
               and
               piercing
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               Discover
               every
               privat
               hole
               ,
               where
               lyes
            
             
               The
               lesser
               timorous
               Bird
               ,
               and
               lurks
               for
               fear
            
             
               Of
               those
               voracious
               
                 Tyrants
                 of
                 the
                 Air
              
               ,
            
             
               Do
               know
               this
               way
               .
               —
            
             
               Nay
               ,
               even
               the
               Vulture
               ,
               who
               hath
               sharpest
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               Of
               any
               
                 ravenous
                 murderer
              
               that
               flyes
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               his
               prey
               doth
               ramble
               high
               ,
               and
               low
               ,
            
             
               Through
               every
               way
               ,
               yet
               this
               way
               cannot
               know
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               th'
               Lyon
               too
               ,
               who
               for
               his
               prey
               doth
               range
               ,
               
            
             
               Both
               far
               ,
               and
               near
               ,
               the
               Miners
               way
               is
               strange
               ;
            
             
               For
               in
               that
               way
               such
               various
               windings
               are
               ,
            
             
               As
               no
               By-roads
               above
               ground
               can
               compare
               ,
            
             
               With
               its
               Maeanders
               ,
               nor
               can
               we
               conceive
               ,
            
             
               How
               squib-like
               here
               ,
               and
               there
               ,
               
                 the
                 digging
                 slave
              
            
             
               Doth
               squirt
               himself
               into
               each
               hidden
               pore
               ,
            
             
               To
               find
               the
               seat
               of
               this
               same
               
                 lurking
                 Ore
              
               :
            
             
               Were
               but
               the
               Lyon
               entred
               in
               this
               way
            
             
               And
               there
               let
               loose
               a
               hunting
               of
               his
               prey
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               his
               wit
               ,
               he
               'd
               surely
               go
               astray
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               the
               same
               way
               is
               so
               exactly
               known
               ,
            
             
               To
               him
               who
               digs
               for
               Minerals
               alone
               ;
               
            
             
               As
               they
               know
               all
               the
               turns
               ,
               and
               windings
               there
               ,
            
             
               As
               well
               as
               these
               ,
               who
               walks
               i'
               th'
               open
               Air
               ,
            
             
               Know
               all
               the
               high
               ways
               ,
               on
               which
               men
               repair
               .
            
             
               Nor
               will
               he
               quite
               this
               way
               ,
               but
               still
               go
               on
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               that
               either
               
                 Water
                 ,
                 fire
                 ,
                 or
                 Stone
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Bad
                 Air
              
               ,
               or
               Dust
               can
               do
               :
               nay
               ,
               further
               when
            
             
               He
               meets
               with
               Rocks
               ,
               he
               spairs
               no
               toil
               ,
               or
               pain
               ,
            
             
               But
               through
               their
               hearts
               ,
               with
               Pick-axe
               cuts
               his
               way
               ,
            
             
               Though
               in
               the
               space
               of
               
                 a
                 long
                 Summers
                 day
              
               ,
            
             
               Scarce
               can
               he
               so
               much
               pick
               out
               of
               the
               Rocks
               ,
            
             
               After
               a
               many
               sad
               ,
               and
               ponderous
               stroaks
               ,
            
             
               As
               but
               one
               little
               Hamper
               can
               contain
               ,
            
             
             
               Nor
               in
               his
               way
               to
               
                 his
                 beloved
                 vein
              
               ,
            
             
               Can
               he
               advance
               but
               one
               poor
               foot
               of
               ground
               ,
            
             
               But
               is
               with
               Time
               obliged
               to
               compound
               ,
            
             
               For
               half
               a
               foot
               
                 per
                 diem
              
               ;
               yet
               at
               length
            
             
               He
               breaks
               this
               Rampart
               too
               ,
               by
               art
               ,
               and
               strength
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               when
               the
               Earth
               perceives
               that
               nothing
               can
               
            
             
               Withstand
               
                 the
                 restlesse
                 endeavours
                 of
                 man.
              
            
             
               That
               all
               her
               
                 Fire-works
                 ,
                 Water-works
                 ,
                 and
                 Air
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Stones
                 ,
                 Rocks
                 ,
                 and
                 Flints
                 ,
              
               which
               posted
               every
               where
               ,
            
             
               Guard
               all
               the
               Passes
               ,
               by
               which
               searching
               men
            
             
               Can
               to
               her
               
                 hidden
                 Magazines
              
               attain
               ;
            
             
               Do
               serve
               for
               nothing
               ,
               but
               that
               ,
               maugre
               all
               ,
            
             
               She
               can
               do
               ,
               he
               will
               have
               this
               Mineral
               :
            
             
               She
               convocats
               at
               last
               
                 her
                 Arrierban
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Of
                 evil
                 Spirits
              
               ,
               to
               confound
               this
               man
               :
            
             
               These
               of
               a
               
                 little
                 bulk
                 ,
                 but
                 humane
                 shape
              
            
             
               Appear
               i'
               th'
               Vein
               ,
               and
               sometimes
               seem
               to
               ape
            
             
               The
               Miners
               labour
               ,
               and
               indeed
               affright
            
             
               The
               stoutest
               of
               those
               Diggers
               ,
               with
               their
               sight
               ,
            
             
               At
               the
               first
               View
               ,
               but
               seeing
               here
               ,
               and
               there
               ,
            
             
               Those
               scattered
               Daemons
               only
               sent
               to
               scar
            
             
               His
               labour
               ,
               he
               's
               at
               length
               familiar
            
             
               VVith
               
                 those
                 poor
                 harmlesse
                 Devils
              
               ,
               and
               nothing
               dreads
            
             
               Those
               
                 flying
                 parties
              
               ,
               but
               for
               all
               proceeds
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               his
               work
               ,
               as
               if
               he
               did
               despise
            
             
               The
               Earth
               ,
               with
               
                 this
                 her
                 last
                 ,
                 and
                 stale
                 device
                 .
              
            
             
               For
               now
               he
               's
               Lord
               of
               his
               long
               look'd
               for
               Vein
               ,
            
             
               And
               his
               possession
               firmly
               will
               maintain
               ,
            
             
               'Gainst
               all
               her
               strength
               ,
               and
               art
               ,
               he
               's
               settled
               now
            
             
               In
               
                 that
                 fair
                 Province
              
               ,
               which
               with
               much
               adoe
               ,
            
             
               And
               vast
               expence
               ,
               has
               fairly
               purchased
               ,
            
             
               By
               length
               of
               time
               .
               —
            
             
               And
               now
               
                 the
                 conquer'd
              
               ,
               when
               she
               doth
               perceive
               ,
            
             
               All
               's
               lost
               ,
               to
               save
               her
               life
               ,
               becomes
               his
               slave
               :
            
             
               At
               his
               command
               ,
               she
               opens
               every
               where
            
             
               Most
               patiently
               ,
               and
               doth
               her
               Veins
               prepare
            
             
               For
               
                 th'
                 Minors
                 Launce
              
               ,
               where
               e're
               he
               means
               to
               strick
               ,
            
             
               
                 Tam'd
                 by
                 his
                 Art
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 resistance
                 sick
                 .
              
            
             
               Thus
               master
               of
               his
               wish
               ,
               he
               first
               cuts
               out
            
             
               The
               
                 slender
                 canals
              
               ,
               through
               the
               Rocks
               about
            
             
               The
               Mine
               ,
               where
               he
               doth
               work
               ,
               which
               may
               convey
            
             
               The
               
                 subterraneous
                 waters
              
               quite
               away
               ;
            
             
               VVhich
               else
               would
               spoil
               his
               labour
               ,
               and
               in
               these
               ,
            
             
               Sometimes
               his
               Ores
               too
               ,
               he
               doth
               wash
               with
               ease
               ,
            
             
               VVhilst
               all
               
                 Earths
                 Treasure
              
               ,
               every
               hour
               he
               sees
               .
            
          
           
             
               That
               done
               ,
               and
               free
               from
               VVater
               ,
               he
               goes
               on
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               from
               the
               Chinks
               of
               every
               Rock
               ,
               and
               Stone
               ,
            
             
               VVhich
               seems
               to
               arch
               the
               Mine
               ,
               with
               
                 Iron
                 Pinch
              
               ,
            
             
               He
               scrambles
               out
               his
               Ore.
            
             
               Or
               if
               upon
               the
               sides
               of
               Rocks
               ,
               the
               Veins
            
             
               Of
               Mettals
               lye
               ,
               with
               Hammer
               he
               takes
               pains
            
             
               To
               beat
               it
               off
               ,
               at
               last
               if
               none
               of
               these
            
             
               Can
               bring
               it
               out
               ,
               he
               doth
               his
               business
               ,
            
             
               By
               strength
               of
               Fire
               ,
               and
               so
               by
               heat
               unlocks
            
             
             
               These
               Treasures
               which
               ly
               hid
               in
               clifts
               of
               Rocks
               .
            
             
               At
               length
               when
               he
               has
               found
               this
               
                 precious
                 Ore
              
               ,
            
             
               Before
               he
               doth
               proceed
               to
               work
               it
               more
               ,
            
             
               He
               of
               its
               finesse
               ,
               and
               its
               purity
               ,
            
             
               Makes
               tryal
               in
               a
               little
               quantity
               ,
            
             
               When
               by
               excoction
               ,
               finding
               it
               doth
               hold
            
             
               With
               the
               
                 true
                 Standart
              
               ,
               whether
               th'
               Ore
               be
               Gold
               ,
            
             
               Or
               it
               be
               
                 Silver
                 ,
                 Copper
                 ,
                 Tinn
                 ,
                 or
                 Lead
                 ,
              
            
             
               Then
               in
               his
               work
               ,
               with
               joy
               he
               doth
               proceed
               .
            
             
               First
               his
               
                 rude
                 Ore
              
               ,
               as
               drawen
               out
               of
               the
               Vein
               ,
            
             
               Before
               the
               name
               of
               Mettal
               it
               obtain
               ,
            
             
               He
               in
               a
               close
               ,
               and
               solid
               Mortar
               throws
               ,
            
             
               Which
               (
               quickly
               broken
               ,
               by
               redoubled
               blows
               ,
            
             
               From
               
                 Iron
                 Pestles
              
               ,
               which
               by
               Water-mills
            
             
               Made
               turn
               by
               Canals
               from
               the
               Neighbouring
               Hills
               ,
            
             
               Are
               mov'd
               ,
               to
               serve
               the
               purpose
               ,
               )
               he
               takes
               out
               ,
            
             
               Then
               in
               some
               Pool
               ,
               that
               's
               digg'd
               out
               there
               about
               ,
            
             
               For
               that
               same
               end
               ,
               he
               carefully
               doth
               wash't
               ,
            
             
               Sifts
               it
               when
               dry
               ,
               then
               pounds
               it
               ,
               and
               at
               last
               ,
            
             
               He
               puts
               this
               Earth
               ,
               now
               become
               fusible
               ,
            
             
               Within
               the
               belly
               of
               a
               Crucible
               ,
            
             
               Which
               in
               the
               Furnace
               ,
               almost
               vitrifi'd
               ,
            
             
               Appears
               excandent
               upon
               every
               side
               ,
            
             
               Where
               quickly
               it
               dissolves
               ,
               and
               Liquifyes
               ,
            
             
               Then
               in
               large
               
                 Iron
                 Spoons
              
               ;
               —
            
             
               He
               takes
               his
               Mettal
               out
               ,
               and
               in
               a
               Mould
               ,
            
             
               He
               pours
               it
               ,
               then
               his
               silver
               and
               his
               Gold
            
             
               In
               little
               
                 Barrs
                 ,
                 and
                 Ingots
              
               ,
               soon
               are
               cast
               ,
            
             
               In
               Plates
               his
               
                 Copper
                 ,
                 Lead
              
               in
               Pigs
               at
               last
               ,
            
             
               All
               weigh'd
               ,
               and
               stamp'd
               ,
               entred
               ,
               and
               registrate
               ,
            
             
               In
               Books
               ,
               by
               these
               he
               reckons
               his
               Estate
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               next
               ,
               because
               he
               doth
               perceive
               one
               Vein
               ,
            
             
               Two
               different
               Mettals
               often
               do
               contain
               :
            
             
               (
               For
               naturally
               with
               all
               
                 Silver
                 Ore
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               Copper
               ,
               Grains
               of
               Gold
               ,
               some
               lesse
               ,
               some
               more
               ,
            
             
               Are
               always
               mix'd
               ,
               with
               Silver
               too
               some
               Lead
               ,
            
             
               And
               Iron
               with
               Copper
               i'
               th'
               same
               Vein
               do
               breed
               :
            
             
               In
               Lead
               ,
               and
               Iron
               ,
               some
               Silver
               too
               is
               found
               ,
            
             
               As
               from
               the
               Veins
               he
               draws
               them
               under
               ground
               )
            
             
               He
               quickly
               finds
               a
               way
               to
               separate
               ,
            
             
               The
               
                 mixed
                 Mettals
              
               ,
               at
               an
               easie
               rate
               .
            
             
               By
               
                 Aqua
                 Fortis
              
               Gold
               from
               Silver
               Ore.
            
             
               To
               which
               i'
               th'
               Vein
               ,
               't
               was
               marryed
               before
               ,
            
             
               Is
               soon
               divorc'd
               ;
               and
               other
               Mettals
               are
            
             
               By
               Allum
               and
               Nitre
               ,
               separate
               with
               care
               -
            
          
           
             
               But
               lastly
               ,
               when
               he
               has
               all
               separat
               ,
            
             
               One
               would
               suppose
               he
               'd
               Nature
               imitat
               ,
            
             
               When
               mixing
               all
               those
               Mettals
               once
               again
               ,
            
             
               Some
               in
               the
               same
               proportion
               with
               the
               Vein
               ,
            
             
               Others
               in
               such
               proportions
               ,
               great
               and
               small
               ,
            
             
               As
               for
               his
               ends
               are
               fit
               ,
               which
               he
               doth
               call
            
             
               Temperatures
               out
               of
               these
               mixtures
               too
               ,
            
             
               (
               He
               's
               so
               acquainted
               with
               all
               Mettals
               now
               )
            
             
               He
               frames
               
                 new
                 Mettals
              
               :
               as
               when
               by
               his
               art
               ,
            
             
             
               To
               four
               of
               Gold
               ,
               of
               silver
               a
               fifth
               part
            
             
               He
               adds
               ,
               he
               quickly
               a
               new
               Mettal
               frames
               ,
            
             
               Out
               of
               that
               Masse
               ,
               which
               he
               Electrum
               names
               :
            
             
               With
               many
               others
               ,
               such
               as
               those
               we
               call
            
             
               
                 Bell-mettal
                 ,
                 Soldure
                 ,
                 Pot-mettal
              
               ,
               and
               all
               ,
            
             
               That
               are
               not
               Mettals
               
                 i'
                 th'
                 Original
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               what
               needs
               more
               ,
               I
               think
               by
               what
               I
               've
               said
               ,
            
             
               Any
               impartial
               man
               I
               may
               perswade
               ,
            
             
               That
               God
               is
               great
               above
               what
               we
               can
               reach
            
             
               By
               art
               ,
               which
               even
               those
               Minerals
               do
               teach
               ,
            
             
               Suppose
               all
               th'
               Works
               of
               his
               Omnipotence
               ,
            
             
               Could
               not
               afford
               another
               evidence
            
             
               Of
               his
               great
               Worth
               ,
               and
               Glory
               :
            
             
               Yet
               man
               may
               bring
               those
               hidden
               things
               to
               light
               ,
            
             
               Though
               one
               should
               think
               they
               to
               perpetual
               night
            
             
               Were
               by
               his
               Divine
               Ordinance
               confin'd
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               he
               may
               bring
               them
               out
               ,
               and
               please
               his
               mind
               ,
            
             
               As
               with
               the
               Search
               ,
               before
               they
               can
               be
               found
               ,
            
             
               So
               with
               the
               enjoyment
               of
               'em
               above
               ground
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               ,
               O
               ,
               should
               man
               employ
               his
               wit
               ,
               and
               art
               
            
             
               In
               searching
               after
               things
               ,
               which
               for
               his
               heart
            
             
               He
               cannot
               find
               ;
               as
               if
               he
               'd
               run
               the
               Scent
               ,
            
             
               And
               trace
               the
               steps
               
                 of
                 Heavens
                 Government
              
               ,
            
             
               Or
               study
               to
               find
               out
               the
               reason
               why
               ,
            
             
               This
               ,
               or
               that
               good
               man
               ,
               lives
               in
               misery
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               sinners
               revel
               in
               prosperity
               .
            
             
               Should
               he
               attempt
               by
               the
               same
               rules
               to
               know
            
             
               The
               things
               above
               ,
               as
               he
               doth
               these
               below
               ,
            
             
               Should
               he
               his
               Reason
               couple
               with
               his
               Sense
               ,
            
             
               And
               go
               a
               hunting
               after
               Providence
               ,
            
             
               And
               proudly
               think
               ,
               when
               he
               has
               found
               it
               out
               ,
            
             
               From
               it
               he
               'll
               have
               intelligence
               no
               doubt
               ,
            
             
               Of
               all
               Gods
               Cabin-thoughts
               ,
               and
               thence
               may
               know
               ,
            
             
               The
               reasons
               of
               his
               actings
               here
               below
               .
            
             
               Should
               he
               thus
               use
               his
               wit
               ,
               thus
               entertain
            
             
               His
               mind
               ,
               thus
               foolishly
               torment
               his
               brain
               ,
            
             
               In
               studying
               to
               find
               out
               his
               policy
               ,
            
             
               By
               which
               this
               
                 universal
                 Monarchy
              
            
             
               Is
               govern'd
               ,
               by
               which
               all
               Gods
               actings
               are
            
             
               Amongst
               us
               ,
               mortals
               ,
               brought
               upon
               the
               square
               .
            
             
               Why
               ,
               this
               same
               study
               were
               not
               only
               vain
               ,
            
             
               Foolish
               ,
               presumptous
               ,
               full
               of
               uselesse
               pain
               ,
            
             
               But
               shrewdly
               sinful
               ,
               and
               unlawful
               too
               ,
            
             
               For
               such
               high
               knowledge
               ,
               God
               will
               not
               allow
            
             
               To
               mortal
               race
               .
               —
            
             
               Nor
               will
               he
               let
               them
               know
               at
               any
               rate
               ,
            
             
               What
               is
               not
               fit
               ,
               should
               be
               communicat
            
             
               To
               
                 humane
                 wit
              
               ,
               because
               he
               wisely
               knows
               ,
            
             
               If
               we
               did
               know
               such
               hidden
               things
               ,
               as
               those
               ,
            
             
               And
               what
               to
               each
               man
               were
               predestinat
               ,
            
             
               (
               Which
               must
               be
               sent
               upon
               him
               soon
               ,
               or
               late
               )
            
             
               'T
               would
               certainly
               cause
               so
               much
               pride
               ,
               and
               fear
               ,
            
             
               As
               what
               betwixt
               presumption
               ,
               and
               despair
               ,
            
             
               The
               world
               would
               split
               in
               two
               ,
               and
               men
               should
               know
            
             
             
               Too
               much
               to
               damn
               them
               all
               ,
               if
               things
               were
               so
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               th'case
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               then
               why
               should
               you
               debate
            
             
               On
               things
               above
               your
               reach
               !
               
                 why
                 should
                 you
                 state
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 Question
                 in
                 the
                 works
                 of
                 Providence
                 ,
              
            
             
               To
               which
               ,
               we
               cannot
               sure
               ,
               without
               offence
               ,
            
             
               Prescribe
               those
               Rules
               ,
               by
               which
               our
               actings
               here
            
             
               Are
               rui'd
               ,
               from
               whence
               it
               plainly
               doth
               appear
            
             
               There
               is
               a
               Wisdome
               ,
               which
               we
               cannot
               reach
               ,
            
             
               A
               
                 Divine
                 Knowledge
              
               ,
               which
               no
               Art
               can
               teach
               ,
            
             
               A
               Wisdome
               to
               our
               God
               peculiar
               ,
            
             
               With
               which
               no
               
                 Earthly
                 Wisdome
              
               can
               compare
               .
            
             
               A
               knowledge
               which
               to
               know
               our
               fond
               desire
            
             
               On
               no
               account
               should
               foolishly
               aspire
               .
            
             
               Then
               O
               where
               is
               
                 this
                 wisdome
              
               to
               be
               found
               ,
            
             
               This
               
                 heavenly
                 knowledge
              
               ,
               which
               doth
               quite
               confound
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               one
               
                 simple
                 dash
              
               oblit'rat
               all
            
             
               That
               which
               we
               vainly
               understanding
               call
               .
            
             
               Where
               is
               it
               pray
               !
               whence
               is
               it
               to
               be
               had
               !
            
             
               On
               what
               Coast
               do
               we
               for
               
                 this
                 wisdome
              
               Trade
               !
            
             
               
                 This
                 wisdome
              
               !
               O
               
                 this
                 wisdome
                 !
                 this
                 divine
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 God-like
                 knowledge
              
               !
               from
               what
               
                 secret
                 Mine
              
            
             
               Is
               it
               extracted
               !
               in
               what
               hidden
               Pore
               ,
            
             
               In
               Heav'ns
               or
               Earth
               ,
               doth
               this
               
                 Seraphick
                 Ore
              
            
             
               Branch
               out
               its
               Veins
               !
               this
               
                 wisdome
                 mystical
              
               !
            
             
               This
               
                 Art
                 of
                 Arts
                 !
                 this
                 supernatural
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 un-born
                 knowledge
              
               !
               whither
               shall
               we
               run
            
             
               To
               find
               
                 this
                 wisdome
              
               !
               shall
               we
               with
               the
               Sun
            
             
               Take
               Journey
               ,
               and
               view
               all
               the
               World
               about
            
             
               with
               searching
               eye
               ,
               to
               find
               
                 this
                 wisdome
              
               out
               !
            
             
               Or
               shall
               we
               ,
               on
               
                 the
                 wings
                 of
                 contemplation
              
               ,
            
             
               Fly
               upward
               in
               some
               
                 pious
                 meditation
              
               ,
            
             
               In
               search
               of
               what
               on
               earth
               we
               cannot
               find
               ,
            
             
               And
               reach
               that
               thing
               by
               labour
               of
               the
               mind
               .
            
             
               That
               hands
               cannot
               perform
               !
               a
               thing
               in
               vain
            
             
               Our
               curious
               reason
               studies
               to
               attain
               !
            
             
               
                 A
                 thing
                 our
                 Faith
                 ,
                 which
                 Reason
                 doth
                 transcend
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 On
                 this
                 side
                 time
                 ,
                 can
                 hardly
                 comprehend
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               For
               what
               it
               is
               no
               mortal
               man
               can
               know
               ,
               
            
             
               Or
               where
               't
               is
               to
               be
               found
               ,
               't
               is
               hidden
               so
            
             
               By
               him
               who
               all
               things
               fram'd
               :
               we
               cann't
               conceive
            
             
               What
               thing
               it
               is
               ,
               but
               only
               must
               believe
               ,
            
             
               
                 This
                 divine
                 wisdome
                 is
                 not
                 to
                 be
                 found
              
            
             
               
                 By
                 Art
                 of
                 man
              
               :
               't
               is
               not
               a
               thing
               the
               ground
               ,
            
             
               The
               Seas
               ,
               or
               Air
               afford
               :
               't
               is
               not
               a
               thing
            
             
               To
               which
               we
               can
               attain
               by
               reasoning
               .
            
          
           
             
               No
               ,
               't
               is
               a
               thing
               ,
               of
               which
               we
               neither
               know
               
            
             
               Its
               beeing
               ,
               nor
               its
               value
               :
               for
               although
            
             
               We
               search
               ,
               with
               
                 Reasons
                 Taper
              
               in
               our
               hand
               ,
            
             
               The
               darkest
               Creviss
               ,
               both
               in
               Sea
               and
               Land
               ,
            
             
               To
               find
               it
               out
               ,
               our
               toil
               is
               all
               in
               vain
               ,
            
             
               For
               to
               its
               knowledge
               we
               can
               ne're
               attain
               :
            
             
               But
               after
               that
               ,
               
                 by
                 strength
                 of
                 contemplation
              
               ,
            
             
               We
               think
               of
               it
               to
               learn
               
                 some
                 information
              
               ,
            
             
               We
               're
               forc'd
               at
               length
               to
               rest
               
                 in
                 admiration
              
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               In
               admiration
               !
               yes
               contentedly
               
            
             
               We
               must
               admire
               ,
               what
               all
               our
               industry
               ,
            
             
               Our
               wit
               ,
               art
               ,
               thinking
               ,
               cannot
               comprehend
               ,
            
             
               A
               wisdome
               that
               all
               value
               doth
               transcend
               .
            
             
               'T
               is
               not
               in
               Commerce
               ,
               't
               is
               inestimable
               ,
            
             
               'T
               is
               not
               by
               Gold
               ,
               or
               Silver
               purchasable
               .
            
          
           
             
               No
               ,
               no
               ,
               this
               thing
               cannot
               be
               bought
               ,
               or
               sold
               
            
             
               At
               any
               rate
               :
               not
               Tunns
               of
               
                 Ophir
                 Gold
              
               ,
            
             
               Not
               Cargoes
               of
               that
               precious
               Mineral
               ,
            
             
               Not
               heaps
               of
               Stones
               ,
               and
               Jewels
               ,
               which
               by
               all
            
             
               Are
               valued
               at
               the
               highest
               estimation
               ,
            
             
               Can
               for
               this
               knowledge
               
                 make
                 a
                 valuation
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Not
               finest
               Gold
               ,
               nor
               
                 Chrystal
                 of
                 the
                 Rock
              
               ,
               
            
             
               O'
               th'
               purest
               hue
               ,
               can
               make
               a
               
                 bartring
                 Stock
              
            
             
               For
               such
               a
               rich
               Commodity
               ,
               not
               all
            
             
               What
               Merchants
               here
               inestimable
               call
               ,
            
             
               Can
               make
               provisions
               suitable
               to
               buy
            
             
               Such
               an
               
                 inestimable
                 Commodity
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Talk
               not
               of
               Coral
               ,
               't
               is
               a
               mean
               Sea-weed
               ,
               
            
             
               Nor
               Pearl
               ,
               which
               with
               us
               silly
               Oysters
               breed
               ;
            
             
               No
               ,
               nor
               of
               Rubies
               ,
               though
               their
               
                 Crimson
                 Dye
              
            
             
               Appears
               most
               rich
               and
               glorious
               to
               the
               eye
               :
            
             
               Nor
               of
               their
               beauty
               cut
               in
               Faucet
               tell
               ,
            
             
               For
               this
               high
               wisdome
               doth
               them
               all
               excell
               .
            
          
           
             
               Your
               
                 Aethiopian
                 Topaz
              
               bright
               and
               fair
               ,
               
            
             
               Highly
               esteem'd
               ,
               because
               it
               is
               so
               rare
               ,
            
             
               With
               this
               in
               value
               never
               can
               compare
            
             
               The
               finest
               Gold
               ,
               which
               we
               poor
               Mortals
               hugg
               ,
            
             
               Compar'd
               with
               this
               is
               but
               a
               
                 very
                 Drugg
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               From
               whence
               
                 this
                 wisdome
              
               then
               !
               from
               whence
               ,
               from
               whence
               
            
             
               This
               
                 sacred
                 wit
              
               !
               this
               
                 high
                 intelligence
              
               ,
            
             
               Which
               doth
               all
               humane
               knowledge
               far
               exceed
               ,
            
             
               Whence
               doth
               it
               spring
               ,
               in
               what
               place
               doth
               it
               breed
               !
            
          
           
             
               Where
               doth
               it
               breed
               ,
               pray
               !
               where
               is
               't
               to
               be
               found
               ,
               
            
             
               In
               Fire
               or
               Air
               ,
               above
               ,
               or
               under
               ground
               !
            
             
               What
               shall
               we
               do
               then
               ,
               shall
               we
               yet
               enquire
            
             
               What
               thing
               it
               is
               ?
               or
               our
               invention
               tyre
               ,
            
             
               In
               finding
               out
               its
               place
               ,
               which
               yet
               no
               eye
               ,
            
             
               Ev'n
               the
               most
               piercing
               ever
               did
               espy
               .
            
             
               A
               thing
               which
               still
               the
               more
               we
               strive
               to
               know
               ,
            
             
               The
               less
               we
               in
               its
               knowledge
               forward
               go
               :
            
             
               A
               thing
               ,
               as
               not
               conspicuous
               to
               our
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               So
               far
               exceeding
               the
               abilities
            
             
               Of
               our
               
                 created
                 Souls
              
               ,
               to
               comprehend
            
             
               A
               thing
               in
               search
               whereof
               there
               is
               no
               end
               .
            
          
           
             
               'T
               is
               true
               ,
               we
               may
               ,
               by
               
                 long
                 experience
              
               ,
               
            
             
               Attain
               some
               knowledge
               of
               its
               excellence
               :
            
             
               We
               may
               indeed
               by
               daily
               observations
            
             
               Upon
               Gods
               great
               ,
               and
               various
               dispensations
               ,
            
             
               Attain
               some
               random-notions
               of
               the
               thing
               ,
            
             
               Especially
               ,
               when
               by
               canvassing
            
             
               Th'
               affairs
               o'
               th'
               world
               ,
               and
               viewing
               carefully
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               serious
               eyes
               ,
               the
               instability
            
             
               Of
               humane
               state
               :
               we
               see
               what
               shines
               to
               day
            
             
             
               Most
               brightly
               ,
               and
               is
               gloriously
               gay
               ,
            
             
               To
               morrow
               is
               obscur'd
               :
               what
               now
               is
               high
            
             
               Beat
               down
               annon
               ,
               in
               lowest
               dust
               doth
               ly
               ;
            
             
               Thence
               in
               some
               measure
               ,
               we
               may
               learn
               to
               know
            
             
               What
               is
               this
               Wisdom
               .
            
             
               For
               when
               we
               do
               observe
               ,
               how
               Providence
            
             
               'Mongst
               mortal
               things
               doth
               make
               no
               difference
               ,
            
             
               But
               sometimes
               here
               ,
               and
               sometimes
               there
               le
               ts
               fall
            
             
               
                 Blessings
                 or
                 Plagues
              
               ,
               without
               regard
               at
               all
            
             
               To
               this
               mans
               
                 well
                 improven
                 Piety
              
               ,
            
             
               Or
               '
               t'others
               
                 gross
                 habitual
                 villany
              
               ;
            
             
               Yes
               ,
               when
               we
               see
               how
               all
               our
               art
               ,
               and
               care
               ,
            
             
               In
               guarding
               of
               our
               Souls
               by
               
                 daily
                 prayer
              
               ,
            
             
               In
               thinking
               ,
               speaking
               ,
               doing
               what
               is
               good
               ,
            
             
               (
               Though
               of
               our
               claim
               to
               Heaven
               we
               are
               not
               proud
               )
            
             
               Nay
               even
               our
               pure
               ,
               and
               Dove-like
               innocence
            
             
               Can
               not
               prevent
               a
               blow
               ,
               when
               Providence
            
             
               Thinks
               fit
               t'
               afflict
               us
               ;
               and
               on
               th'
               other
               hand
               ,
            
             
               How
               
                 wanton
                 sinners
              
               do
               securely
               stand
            
             
               Rooted
               in
               their
               Possessions
               ;
               and
               appear
            
             
               As
               safe
               from
               danger
               as
               they
               are
               from
               fear
               .
            
             
               Then
               sure
               in
               some
               proportion
               ,
               we
               may
               guess
            
             
               What
               is
               
                 this
                 Wisdom
              
               by
               such
               acts
               as
               these
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               God
               ,
               with
               good
               intention
               ,
               beats
               his
               own
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               from
               thence
               may
               make
               their
               virtue
               known
               ,
            
             
               Which
               in
               the
               Sun-shine
               of
               Prosperity
               ,
            
             
               Even
               in
               the
               best
               of
               men
               ,
               but
               soberly
            
             
               Makes
               an
               appearance
               ,
               like
               a
               Candles-light
               ,
            
             
               Which
               only
               shines
               i'
               th'
               dark
               or
               in
               the
               Night
               .
            
             
               And
               for
               those
               others
               ,
               who
               their
               God
               do
               hate
               ,
            
             
               And
               yet
               their
               Bread
               ,
               in
               peace
               ,
               and
               plenty
               eat
               .
            
             
               Nay
               to
               our
               outward
               senses
               do
               appear
            
             
               Not
               ordinarly
               to
               their
               Maker
               dear
               :
            
             
               Why
               if
               wee
               look
               aright
               upon
               their
               case
               ,
            
             
               We
               'll
               find
               God
               only
               suffers
               such
               as
               these
               ,
            
             
               To
               live
               in
               plenty
               ,
               'cause
               he
               doth
               not
               care
            
             
               What
               becomes
               of
               'em
               ,
               and
               doth
               only
               spare
            
             
               Those
               
                 slaughter-fed
                 ,
                 Bread
                 eaters
              
               ;
               for
               some
               space
               ,
            
             
               That
               they
               their
               little
               ,
               short
               liv'd
               Happiness
               ,
            
             
               (
               All
               they
               desire
               )
               may
               peaceably
               possess
               .
            
             
               But
               ,
               of
               destruction
               certain
               ,
               they
               at
               last
               ,
            
             
               When
               all
               their
               
                 days
                 of
                 jollity
              
               are
               past
            
             
               Perceive
               there
               is
               a
               
                 Divine
                 Wisdom
              
               too
               ,
            
             
               As
               well
               as
               Earthly
               ,
               which
               they
               never
               knew
            
             
               Till
               now
               ,
               and
               find
               that
               by
               its
               ordinance
               ,
            
             
               
                 Hell
                 ,
                 and
                 Damnation's
                 their
                 Inheritance
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               But
               O
               to
               our
               great
               God
               ,
               to
               him
               alone
               
            
             
               This
               
                 Divine
                 Wisdom
              
               is
               exactly
               known
               .
            
             
               To
               him
               ,
               to
               him
               ,
               it
               is
               appropriat
               ,
            
             
               And
               no
               man
               with
               him
               can
               participat
               ,
            
             
               In
               
                 that
                 high
                 Knowledge
              
               :
               for
               by
               that
               alone
               ,
            
             
               He
               gives
               directions
               from
               his
               
                 lofty
                 Throne
              
            
             
               For
               th'Government
               o'
               th'
               World
               :
               for
               well
               he
               knows
               ,
            
             
               He
               knows
               exactly
               what
               we
               but
               suppose
               ,
            
             
             
               Or
               faintlie
               guess
               :
               although
               indeed
               we
               find
            
             
               No
               little
               satisfaction
               to
               our
               mind
               ,
            
             
               When
               having
               in
               our
               recess
               ,
               meditat
               ,
            
             
               By
               what
               strange
               means
               ,
               what
               hidden
               
                 Rules
                 of
                 state
              
               ;
            
             
               This
               World
               is
               govern'd
               ,
               whilst
               by
               what
               we
               here
            
             
               Observe
               in
               earthlie
               courts
               ;
               these
               do
               appear
            
             
               To
               counter-act
               all
               wise
               proceedings
               there
               .
            
             
               When
               we
               ,
               I
               say
               ,
               with
               
                 contemplations
                 eyes
              
               ,
            
             
               Have
               view'd
               at
               random
               ,
               what
               beyond
               the
               skies
               ,
            
             
               Is
               the
               procedure
               in
               the
               Government
               ,
            
             
               Of
               this
               vast
               Fabrick
               :
               and
               how
               evident
            
             
               In
               it
               that
               Divine
               Wisdom
               doth
               appear
               ,
            
             
               Which
               is
               not
               to
               be
               learn'd
               or
               valued
               here
               ,
            
             
               Then
               finding
               how
               our
               curious
               Thoughts
               have
               reacht
            
             
               Their
               
                 ne
                 p●●s
                 ultra
              
               ,
               —
            
             
               From
               Heavens
               high
               Court
               we
               modestlie
               retire
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               great
               pleasure
               do
               these
               things
               admire
               ,
            
             
               We
               cannot
               learn
               ,
               
                 since
                 to
                 our
                 God
                 alone
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 Government
                 o'
                 th'
                 world
                 is
                 only
                 known
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               For
               who
               can
               manage
               this
               
                 vast
                 Government
              
               ,
               
            
             
               But
               he
               alone
               ,
               who
               is
               Omniscient
               ?
            
             
               Who
               everie
               moment
               views
               ,
               with
               
                 searching
                 eye
              
               ,
            
             
               All
               that
               lies
               under
               Heavens
               Canopie
               .
            
             
               Who
               onlie
               knows
               ,
               who
               onlie
               understands
            
             
               How
               this
               great
               bodie
               ,
               which
               his
               mightie
               hands
            
             
               Have
               fram'd
               ,
               and
               moulded
               must
               be
               governed
               ,
            
             
               Who
               by
               his
               wisdom
               has
               so
               ordered
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               affaires
               dispos'd
               so
               prudentlie
               ,
            
             
               As
               far
               exceeds
               all
               
                 Human
                 Policie
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               not
               one
               puff
               of
               wind
               i'
               th'
               air
               doth
               blow
               ,
               
            
             
               Nor
               from
               the
               clouds
               do
               anie
               waters
               flow
               ,
            
             
               Without
               his
               special
               Tolerance
               ,
               for
               when
            
          
           
             
               By
               his
               Decree
               some
               quantitie
               of
               rain
               
            
             
               Is
               on
               the
               earth
               let
               out
               ,
               or
               when
               from
               high
               ,
            
             
               Out
               of
               his
               Cage
               swift
               Lightning
               is
               let
               flie
               :
            
          
           
             
               When
               all
               these
               for
               their
               sudden
               march
               are
               clear
               ,
               
            
             
               Ere
               they
               dare
               move
               ,
               before
               him
               they
               appear
               ,
            
             
               Where
               ,
               with
               
                 a
                 serious
                 ,
                 and
                 perpending
                 eye
                 ,
              
            
             
               He
               takes
               review
               of
               them
               ,
               and
               carefullie
               ,
            
             
               These
               fierce
               Invaders
               strength
               doth
               estimat
               ,
            
             
               And
               sees
               it
               onlie
               be
               proportionat
               ,
            
             
               For
               his
               Design
               ,
               whether
               for
               Punishment
               ,
            
             
               A
               second
               Deluge
               lies
               in
               his
               intent
               ,
            
             
               Or
               that
               he
               means
               by
               lightning
               to
               destroy
            
             
               
                 Men
                 ,
                 Beasts
                 ,
                 and
                 Fruits
                 o'
                 th'
                 earth
                 ,
                 and
                 thence
                 annoy
              
            
             
               Some
               
                 sinning
                 Nations
              
               ,
               whose
               lewd
               practices
            
             
               Have
               call'd
               to
               Heavens
               for
               such
               returns
               as
               these
               ,
            
             
               That
               they
               may
               not
               be
               able
               to
               offend
            
             
               
                 The
                 passive
                 World
              
               ,
               more
               than
               he
               doth
               intend
               .
            
             
               From
               whence
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               't
               is
               plain
               ,
               and
               evident
               ,
            
             
               That
               the
               eternal
               solid
               Government
            
             
               Of
               all
               things
               which
               his
               mighty
               hands
               have
               made
            
             
               Is
               by
               this
               Divine
               Wisdom
               managed
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Then
               to
               conclude
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               from
               henceforth
               pray
               
            
             
               Let
               us
               forbear
               ,
               let
               us
               forbear
               ,
               I
               say
               ,
            
             
               To
               argue
               
                 on
                 the
                 Rules
                 of
                 Providence
              
               ,
            
             
               For
               sure
               we
               cannot
               well
               ,
               without
               offence
               ,
            
             
               Make
               enquiry
               in
               things
               ,
               which
               certainlie
            
             
               The
               King
               of
               Heavens
               ,
               from
               all
               Eternitie
               ,
            
             
               Resolv'd
               should
               from
               his
               Creature
               be
               conceal'd
            
             
               And
               to
               himself
               belong
               .
               —
            
             
               No
               more
               debating
               then
               ,
               but
               let
               us
               here
            
             
               Content
               our selves
               with
               things
               that
               do
               appear
            
             
               Obvious
               to
               our
               reason
               :
               and
               enquire
            
             
               No
               further
               in
               Gods
               secrets
               ,
               but
               admire
            
             
               His
               Government
               o'
               th'
               world
               :
               for
               after
               all
               ,
            
             
               To
               know
               this
               thing
               we
               
                 Divine
                 Wisdom
              
               call
            
             
               Is
               not
               our
               business
               ;
               but
               if
               we
               would
               learn
            
             
               To
               know
               what
               our
               Salvation
               doth
               concern
               .
            
             
               Of
               all
               that
               Knowledge
               here
               's
               
                 th'
                 abreviat
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Let
                 us
                 fear
                 God
                 ,
                 all
                 sinful
                 courses
                 hate
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Our
                 Neighbours
                 love
                 ,
                 to
                 each
                 his
                 right
                 allow
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 in
                 this
                 world
                 we
                 have
                 no
                 more
                 adoe
                 .
              
            
             
               This
               ,
               this
               is
               all
               the
               Knowledge
               ;
               this
               is
               that
            
             
               We
               ought
               to
               study
               ,
               without
               more
               debate
               ,
            
             
               For
               this
               alone
               ,
               for
               this
               we
               should
               implore
               ,
            
             
               For
               who
               endeavours
               to
               know
               any
               more
            
             
               Will
               find
               i'
               th'
               end
               he
               spends
               his
               time
               in
               vain
               ,
            
             
               In
               searching
               what
               he
               never
               can
               obtain
               ,
            
             
               But
               this
               by
               prayer
               may
               be
               purchased
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               that
               to
               Mortals
               is
               prohibited
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Cap.
             XXIX
             .
          
           
             
               AFter
               by
               all
               the
               strength
               of
               argument
               ,
            
             
               Job
               had
               endeavoured
               to
               make
               evident
               
            
             
               How
               much
               his
               friends
               did
               err
               ,
               whilst
               they
               maintain'd
            
             
               That
               God
               on
               no
               man
               did
               afflictions
               send
               ,
            
             
               But
               such
               ,
               whose
               sins
               for
               punishment
               did
               call
               ,
            
             
               Which
               as
               
                 a
                 proposition
                 general
              
               ,
            
             
               They
               did
               assert
               ,
               whilst
               on
               the
               other
               hand
               .
            
             
               This
               good
               man
               ,
               by
               his
               reason
               did
               withstand
               ,
            
             
               What
               they
               did
               often
               press
               ,
               with
               so
               much
               heat
               ,
            
             
               From
               whence
               resulted
               their
               
                 so
                 long
                 debate
              
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               the
               Subject
               ;
               and
               endeavoured
               too
            
             
               To
               show
               that
               their
               Great
               Judge
               did
               not
               allow
            
             
               Such
               
                 curious
                 questions
              
               to
               be
               canvassed
               ,
            
             
               As
               by
               what
               Laws
               ,
               and
               Rules
               he
               governed
            
             
               His
               Native
               Subjects
               ,
               or
               what
               unknown
               fashion
            
             
               He
               us'd
               in
               ordering
               of
               his
               own
               Creation
               ,
            
             
               Now
               he
               subsumes
               .
               —
            
             
               That
               his
               own
               case
               was
               a
               strong
               evidence
            
             
               O'
               th'
               truth
               of
               what
               he
               spoke
               ,
               and
               that
               from
               thence
            
             
             
               All
               knowing
               ,
               and
               impartial
               men
               might
               see
            
             
               How
               much
               his
               sad
               condition
               did
               agree
            
             
               With
               that
               of
               many
               ,
               whom
               their
               God
               did
               love
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               here
               on
               Earth
               ,
               and
               now
               enjoy'd
               above
               ,
            
             
               Eternal
               rest
               :
               so
               he
               ,
               for
               all
               they
               spoke
               ,
            
             
               Did
               not
               believe
               ,
               this
               sad
               ,
               and
               fearful
               stroak
               ,
            
             
               Under
               which
               now
               he
               lay
               ,
               was
               merited
            
             
               By
               his
               
                 preceeding
                 sins
              
               ,
               but
               only
               laid
            
             
               Upon
               him
               ,
               for
               a
               tryal
               ,
               by
               his
               God
               ,
            
             
               Who
               in
               his
               Divine
               Wisdom
               us'd
               his
               Rod
               ,
            
             
               As
               oft
               on
               those
               of
               
                 his
                 own
                 Family
              
               ,
            
             
               To
               keep
               them
               strictly
               in
               conformity
            
             
               With
               what
               is
               good
               ,
               and
               just
               :
               as
               upon
               those
               ,
            
             
               For
               punishment
               ,
               who
               are
               his
               open
               foes
               :
            
             
               And
               therefore
               thus
               proceeds
               ,
               as
               formerly
               ,
            
             
               Maintaining
               still
               his
               own
               integrity
               ,
            
             
               And
               from
               that
               head
               ,
               doth
               modestly
               regrate
            
             
               
                 The
                 doleful
                 figure
                 of
                 his
                 present
                 state
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               O
               that
               I
               were
               ,
               says
               he
               ,
               as
               I
               have
               been
               !
               
            
             
               O
               those
               fair
               Hal●yon-days
               that
               I
               have
               seen
               !
            
             
               O
               those
               
                 sweet
                 times
              
               !
               O
               those
               
                 delightful
                 hours
              
               ,
            
             
               Which
               I
               have
               seen
               !
               which
               like
               the
               
                 fragrant
                 flowers
              
               ,
            
             
               That
               shine
               upon
               Earths
               surface
               in
               
                 their
                 prime
              
               ,
            
             
               With
               fairest
               showes
               did
               beautifie
               my
               time
               !
            
             
               O
               that
               I
               were
               ,
               as
               all
               my
               Neighbours
               know
            
             
               I
               was
               indeed
               not
               many
               years
               agoe
               !
            
             
               When
               my
               good
               God
               did
               think
               me
               worth
               his
               care
               ,
            
             
               When
               he
               would
               hear
               ,
               and
               grant
               my
               daily
               Prayer
               :
            
             
               When
               he
               'd
               preserve
               me
               by
               his
               Providence
               ,
            
             
               And
               guard
               me
               from
               each
               inconvenience
               ,
            
             
               Had
               else
               befall'n
               me
               ;
               when
               he
               'd
               lovingly
               ,
            
             
               With
               all
               my
               wishes
               every
               hour
               comply
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               in
               
                 my
                 Person
              
               he
               did
               take
               delight
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               with
               him
               I
               was
               no
               small
               Favourite
               :
            
             
               When
               Gods
               great
               Mercies
               were
               so
               eminent
               ,
            
             
               As
               all
               ,
               who
               knew
               me
               see
               how
               evident
            
             
               His
               love
               was
               to
               me
               ;
               when
               they
               cast
               such
               light
            
             
               About
               me
               round
               ,
               as
               Candles
               in
               the
               Night
            
             
               Afford
               ,
               so
               that
               if
               Troubles
               on
               me
               fell
            
             
               At
               any
               time
               ,
               they
               did
               not
               with
               me
               dwell
               ,
            
             
               As
               now
               they
               do
               ,
               but
               meerly
               transient
               ,
            
             
               They
               scarce
               did
               hurt
               me
               ,
               when
               their
               force
               was
               spent
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               that
               I
               were
               again
               .
               as
               I
               have
               been
               !
               
            
             
               O
               those
               bless'd
               
                 golden
                 hours
              
               that
               I
               have
               seen
               !
            
             
               O
               that
               I
               were
               ,
               as
               I
               was
               formerly
               ▪
            
             
               In
               
                 the
                 smooth
                 current
                 of
                 Prosperity
              
               !
            
             
               As
               I
               was
               in
               the
               days
               of
               
                 verdant
                 Youth
              
               ,
            
             
               When
               ,
               like
               the
               gentle
               breezes
               from
               the
               South
               ,
            
             
               Which
               with
               such
               kindness
               breath
               upon
               the
               Fields
               ,
            
             
               As
               to
               their
               court-ship
               Nature
               quickly
               yields
               ▪
            
             
               And
               all
               things
               ,
               in
               their
               seasons
               ,
               doth
               produce
               ,
            
             
               That
               any
               way
               doth
               sute
               with
               humane
               use
               ;
            
             
               So
               God
               did
               breath
               upon
               me
               in
               his
               love
               ,
            
             
               And
               rain
               such
               showers
               of
               blessings
               from
               above
               ,
            
             
             
               On
               me
               ,
               and
               my
               poor
               house
               ,
               that
               I
               from
               thence
               ,
            
             
               Might
               well
               perceive
               
                 the
                 large
                 munificence
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Of
                 my
                 great
                 Patron
              
               ,
               who
               did
               every
               day
            
             
               Hear
               my
               request
               ,
               oftner
               then
               I
               could
               pray
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               the
               Almighty
               yet
               was
               pleas'd
               t'
               expresse
               ,
               
            
             
               For
               my
               concerns
               great
               love
               ,
               and
               tendernesse
               :
            
             
               When
               my
               
                 dear
                 Children
              
               liv'd
               ,
               who
               now
               are
               dead
               ,
            
             
               When
               they
               ,
               on
               whom
               
                 base
                 Vermine
              
               now
               do
               feed
               ,
            
             
               Like
               Olive-plants
               about
               me
               flourished
               .
            
             
               When
               they
               for
               
                 beauty
                 ,
                 health
                 ,
                 wit
                 ,
                 vigour
              
               stood
            
             
               Against
               the
               greatest
               of
               our
               neighbour-hood
               ,
            
             
               When
               fraught
               with
               hopes
               ,
               of
               what
               each
               day
               did
               grow
               ,
            
             
               My
               total
               satisfaction
               here
               below
               ,
            
             
               Lay
               in
               those
               Childrens
               souls
               depositat
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 by
                 their
                 health
                 ,
                 I
                 reckon'd
                 my
                 Estate
                 .
              
            
             
               When
               in
               their
               converse
               ,
               I
               did
               take
               such
               pleasure
               ,
            
             
               As
               oftentimes
               I
               ▪
               d
               steal
               
                 some
                 hours
                 of
                 leasure
              
               ,
            
             
               To
               enter
               with
               them
               in
               some
               conference
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               their
               
                 Wit
                 ,
                 and
                 Parts
              
               might
               know
               from
               thence
               .
            
             
               When
               under
               my
               
                 poor
                 Roof
              
               some
               hundreds
               fed
               ,
            
             
               To
               whom
               I
               did
               afford
               their
               daily
               Bread
               ;
            
             
               Who
               by
               my
               orders
               ,
               twice
               at
               least
               a
               day
               ,
            
             
               Assembled
               in
               my
               Chappel-room
               ,
               to
               pray
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               with
               uplifted
               hands
               ,
               all
               on
               our
               knees
               ,
            
             
               We'd
               offer
               a
               
                 sweet
                 smelling
                 sacrifice
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 prayer
              
               ,
               and
               in
               our
               
                 privat
                 exercise
              
               ,
            
             
               Addresse
               our selves
               
                 to
                 him
                 ,
                 who
                 hears
                 alone
              
            
             
               
                 All
                 prayers
              
               :
               but
               now
               these
               
                 happy
                 days
              
               are
               gone
               .
            
             
               Those
               
                 happy
                 days
              
               are
               gone
               ,
               those
               hours
               are
               spent
               ,
            
             
               And
               darknesse
               now
               succeeds
               :
               —
               I
               faint
               ,
               I
               faint
               ,
               —
            
             
               —
               Alace
               ,
               I
               faint
               ,
               —
               when
               I
               do
               call
               to
               mind
               ,
            
             
               And
               sadly
               think
               in
               former
               times
               how
               kind
               ,
            
             
               My
               
                 great
                 Creator
              
               at
               all
               times
               appear'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               my
               prayers
               with
               attention
               heard
               ;
            
             
               But
               now
               I
               such
               devotion
               may
               spare
               ,
            
             
               For
               when
               I
               cry
               aloud
               ,
               he
               will
               not
               hear
               :
            
             
               He
               will
               not
               hear
               me
               ,
               nor
               will
               he
               allow
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               should
               bow
               the
               knee
               before
               him
               now
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               then
               that
               I
               could
               have
               once
               more
               again
               ,
               
            
             
               But
               even
               a
               Prospect
               of
               what
               I
               have
               seen
            
             
               In
               former
               times
               !
               O
               ,
               that
               I
               could
               once
               more
               ,
            
             
               But
               live
               a
               little
               ,
               as
               I
               've
               done
               before
               :
            
             
               When
               I
               had
               all
               things
               so
               accommodate
               ,
            
             
               And
               had
               so
               well
               improven
               my
               Estate
               ,
            
             
               As
               all
               the
               Hills
               around
               did
               Tribute
               pay
               ,
            
             
               In
               
                 Honey
                 ,
                 Milk
                 ,
                 and
                 Oyl
              
               ;
               nay
               ,
               every
               day
            
             
               They
               did
               me
               so
               much
               of
               their
               Growth
               afford
               ,
            
             
               As
               
                 three
                 parts
                 of
                 my
                 Rent
              
               I
               might
               ha'
               stor'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               the
               fourth
               ,
               supply'd
               my
               Famlly
               ,
            
             
               Through
               all
               the
               year
               well
               ,
               and
               conveniently
               :
            
             
               When
               all
               my
               Corn-fields
               yearly
               did
               produce
               ,
            
             
               Three
               times
               as
               much
               as
               serv'd
               my
               private
               use
               :
            
             
               When
               all
               my
               Cattel
               pleasantly
               did
               feed
               ▪
            
             
               In
               their
               own
               Pastures
               ,
               and
               did
               yearly
               breed
               ,
            
             
             
               With
               so
               great
               increase
               ,
               as
               (
               my
               Stock
               intire
               )
            
             
               I
               had
               all
               profit
               that
               I
               would
               desire
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               with
               a
               
                 great
                 attendance
              
               ,
               I
               would
               go
               ,
               
            
             
               To
               
                 th'
                 Court
                 of
                 Justice
              
               ,
               and
               my self
               would
               show
            
             
               Upon
               the
               Bench
               ,
               where
               all
               would
               make
               address
            
             
               To
               me
               ,
               who
               in
               that
               Court
               had
               business
               :
            
             
               And
               when
               some
               times
               with
               clamour
               I
               would
               meet
               ,
            
             
               Of
               
                 shrewd
                 oppression
              
               ,
               in
               the
               open
               Street
               ,
            
             
               I
               'de
               stop
               ,
               and
               hear
               both
               parties
               in
               their
               sute
               ,
            
             
               For
               a
               small
               time
               :
               then
               without
               more
               dispute
               ,
            
             
               When
               I
               had
               heard
               them
               both
               ,
               and
               fully
               try'd
            
             
               The
               truth
               of
               all
               ,
               as
               I
               found
               just
               ,
               decide
               .
            
          
           
             
               At
               my
               approach
               ,
               young
               men
               would
               by
               and
               by
               
            
             
               Slip
               out
               o'
               th'
               way
               ,
               scar'd
               by
               my
               gravity
               :
            
             
               Old
               men
               ,
               as
               I
               did
               pass
               ,
               would
               ,
               in
               a
               row
               ,
            
             
               Salute
               me
               ,
               and
               their
               bodies
               humbly
               bow
               ;
            
             
               Nor
               would
               they
               one
               Punctilio
               neglect
               ,
            
             
               Of
               courtesie
               ,
               in
               paying
               their
               respect
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 The
                 Lords
                 o'
                 th'
                 Country
              
               ,
               who
               at
               home
               ,
               in
               State
               ,
               
            
             
               Did
               govern
               all
               ,
               when
               I
               in
               Judgement
               sate
               ,
            
             
               Would
               with
               submission
               ,
               in
               the
               Court
               appear
               ,
            
             
               And
               from
               debates
               amongst
               themselves
               forbear
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               all
               their
               Counsel
               I
               would
               calmly
               hear
               .
            
             
               And
               when
               I
               did
               give
               Judgement
               in
               the
               case
               ,
            
             
               They
               'd
               stop
               their
               mouths
               ,
               and
               freely
               acquiesce
            
             
               To
               what
               I
               did
               determine
               :
               none
               repin'd
            
             
               At
               my
               procedure
               :
               none
               of
               them
               declin'd
            
             
               My
               Jurisdiction
               :
               none
               of
               them
               complain'd
               ,
            
             
               But
               all
               obey'd
               ,
               what
               I
               had
               once
               ordain'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               What
               I
               had
               once
               ordain'd
               
                 did
                 fully
                 stand
              
               
            
             
               
                 For
                 Law
              
               ,
               my
               Sentence
               was
               
                 a
                 firm
                 command
              
               :
            
             
               The
               greatest
               of
               them
               all
               would
               silently
               ,
            
             
               Forthwith
               with
               my
               Decisions
               comply
               :
            
             
               Such
               was
               my
               Justice
               :
               so
               by
               
                 Rules
                 of
                 Law
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 I
                 gave
                 decisions
              
               :
               that
               all
               stood
               in
               aw
            
             
               To
               ask
               a
               
                 further
                 hearing
              
               ,
               'cause
               they
               knew
            
             
               What
               I
               did
               order
               ,
               needed
               no
               review
               .
            
             
               In
               all
               the
               time
               of
               my
               authority
               ,
            
             
               (
               God
               knows
               ,
               I
               speak
               this
               without
               vanity
               )
            
             
               By
               his
               assistance
               ,
               I
               did
               judge
               so
               well
               ,
            
             
               I
               ne're
               so
               much
               as
               heard
               of
               an
               appeal
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               in
               my
               judging
               ,
               I
               had
               no
               respect
               
            
             
               To
               persons
               ,
               nor
               did
               information
               take
            
             
               From
               
                 private
                 mouths
              
               ,
               to
               this
               mans
               prejudice
               ,
            
             
               Or
               t'
               other
               :
               nor
               did
               I
               the
               qualities
            
             
               Of
               Plaintiff
               ,
               or
               Defendant
               e're
               regard
               ,
            
             
               But
               freely
               my
               opinion
               still
               declar'd
               ,
            
             
               As
               by
               the
               
                 Laws
                 and
                 Statutes
              
               of
               the
               place
               ,
            
             
               I
               found
               should
               be
               adjudg'd
               upon
               the
               case
               .
            
             
               I
               never
               would
               encourage
               my
               relations
               ,
            
             
               And
               friends
               to
               ply
               me
               with
               sollicitations
               ,
            
             
               On
               any
               mans
               behalf
               ,
               whose
               sute
               did
               ly
            
             
               In
               Court
               before
               me
               :
               but
               would
               still
               deny
            
             
               Access
               to
               all
               ,
               that
               for
               their
               friend
               would
               speak
               ,
            
             
             
               Except
               in
               
                 open
                 Court
              
               :
               I
               ne're
               would
               take
            
             
               A
               Bribe
               from
               any
               :
               neither
               would
               I
               hear
               ,
            
             
               Or
               look
               on
               such
               ,
               
                 as
                 whisper
                 in
                 the
                 ear
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 offer
                 private
                 compacts
              
               :
               nor
               allow
            
             
               
                 My
                 servants
                 to
                 exact
              
               ,
               as
               others
               do
               ,
            
             
               From
               Parties
               ,
               who
               in
               Court
               had
               business
               ,
            
             
               That
               they
               to
               me
               might
               make
               these
               mens
               address
               .
            
             
               Nor
               would
               I
               e're
               allow
               ,
               at
               any
               rate
               ,
            
             
               That
               any
               of
               
                 my
                 Children
                 should
                 debate
              
            
             
               
                 In
                 Court
                 for
                 any
                 man
              
               ;
               lest
               men
               might
               think
            
             
               I
               might
               their
               Party
               favour
               ;
               or
               might
               wink
            
             
               At
               their
               contrivance
               ,
               and
               adjudge
               the
               case
               ,
            
             
               T'
               advance
               
                 their
                 foul
                 ,
                 and
                 unjust
                 purchases
                 .
              
            
             
               Nor
               would
               I
               ever
               suffer
               in
               the
               least
            
             
               Defendants
               in
               their
               Pleas
               ,
               should
               be
               opprest
               ,
            
             
               By
               
                 powerful
                 men
              
               ,
               to
               whom
               it
               was
               thought
               fit
            
             
               The
               Plaintiffs
               oft
               times
               should
               their
               Suits
               transmit
               .
            
             
               No
               ,
               for
               by
               
                 rules
                 of
                 Court
              
               ,
               I
               openly
            
             
               Forbid
               such
               
                 unjust
                 dealings
              
               ,
               and
               would
               try
            
             
               Each
               Parties
               Title
               ,
               e're
               I
               suffered
            
             
               Either
               of
               them
               upon
               the
               fact
               to
               plead
               .
            
             
               For
               as
               I
               all
               oppression
               did
               detest
               ,
            
             
               So
               on
               concussion
               ,
               as
               none
               of
               the
               least
            
             
               O'
               th'
               many
               species
               of
               that
               loud-tongu'd
               Crime
               ,
            
             
               I
               alwayes
               look'd
               thence
               if
               at
               any
               time
               ,
            
             
               Such
               cases
               did
               occur
               ,
               I
               'de
               carefully
            
             
               Restrain
               such
               
                 active
                 ,
                 cunning
                 tyranny
              
               .
            
             
               For
               this
               cause
               all
               men
               bless'd
               me
               ,
               for
               this
               cause
               ,
            
             
               Of
               all
               who
               knew
               me
               I
               had
               great
               applause
               .
            
          
           
             
               Because
               the
               poor
               whose
               daily
               cryes
               did
               grieve
               
            
             
               My
               very
               soul
               ,
               I
               quickly
               did
               relieve
            
             
               From
               
                 sad
                 oppressions
              
               ,
               under
               which
               they
               groan'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               only
               by
               the
               rabble
               were
               bemoan'd
               .
            
             
               The
               Orphan
               too
               ,
               and
               him
               that
               destitute
            
             
               Of
               counsel
               in
               the
               Court
               did
               move
               his
               suit
               ,
            
             
               I
               freely
               heard
               ,
               and
               without
               much
               debate
               ,
            
             
               In
               their
               possessions
               I
               would
               re-instate
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 Those
                 ,
                 who
                 in
                 Law-suits
                 all
                 their
                 means
                 had
                 spent
                 ,
              
               
            
             
               
                 And
                 at
                 the
                 Court-gates
                 daily
                 did
                 present
              
            
             
               
                 Petitions
                 on
                 their
                 knees
                 for
                 Aliment
                 .
              
            
             
               I
               'de
               frequently
               relieve
               ,
               and
               in
               return
            
             
               Procure
               their
               blessings
               ;
               Widows
               ,
               who
               did
               mourn
               ,
            
             
               And
               kep't
               a
               howling
               with
               their
               Girles
               ,
               and
               Boyes
               ,
            
             
               Before
               I
               left
               the
               Court
               ,
               I
               'de
               make
               rejoice
               .
            
          
           
             
               Nor
               did
               I
               act
               thus
               to
               procure
               the
               name
               
            
             
               Of
               a
               
                 just
                 Judge
              
               ,
               or
               by
               a
               
                 running
                 fame
              
               ,
            
             
               T●
               abuse
               the
               World
               ;
               but
               meerly
               ,
               I
               protest
               ,
            
             
               Out
               of
               a
               principle
               ,
               which
               in
               my
               breast
            
             
               I
               entertain'd
               ,
               that
               taught
               me
               to
               deny
            
             
               All
               fellowship
               with
               partiality
               .
            
             
               For
               I
               in
               
                 simple
                 justice
              
               took
               delight
               ,
            
             
               And
               as
               no
               threatnings
               did
               my
               mind
               affright
               ,
            
             
               So
               was
               I
               not
               by
               Female-pity
               mov'd
            
             
               To
               do
               injustice
               ;
               nay
               ,
               I
               ever
               lov'd
            
             
             
               
                 To
                 hear
                 both
                 parties
                 fully
              
               ,
               how
               so
               e're
            
             
               The
               ones
               pretensions
               often
               did
               appear
            
             
               More
               favourable
               then
               the
               others
               were
               .
            
             
               For
               ,
               In
               my
               judgement
               I
               'd
               not
               contribute
            
             
               To
               th'
               verifying
               of
               either
               parties
               suit
               ;
            
             
               But
               by
               the
               rules
               of
               Justice
               ,
               and
               in
               that
            
             
               My self
               indeed
               I
               valu'd
               ;
               for
               I
               sat
               ,
            
             
               
                 Not
                 as
                 a
                 friend
                 to
                 any
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 all
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 Judge
                 most
                 upright
                 ,
                 and
                 impartial
                 .
              
            
             
               As
               such
               indeed
               I
               did
               my self
               esteem
               ,
            
             
               More
               then
               if
               I
               had
               worn
               a
               Diadem
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               such
               ,
               as
               could
               not
               
                 their
                 own
                 case
              
               relate
               ,
               
            
             
               
                 In
                 terms
                 of
                 Law
              
               ,
               I
               would
               the
               question
               state
               ,
            
             
               And
               even
               their
               Counsel
               ,
               where
               't
               was
               evident
            
             
               In
               point
               of
               Law
               ,
               they
               were
               deficient
               ,
            
             
               By
               my
               own
               knowledge
               I
               would
               oft
               supply
               ,
            
             
               And
               help
               their
               Pleadings
               ,
               yet
               impartially
               .
            
             
               Nay
               ,
               where
               I
               see
               a
               Cause
               like
               to
               miscarry
               ,
            
             
               Through
               th'
               influence
               
                 of
                 a
                 potent
                 adversary
              
               ,
            
             
               Though
               just
               ,
               and
               fair
               ,
               I
               would
               indeed
               from
               thence
               ,
            
             
               Appear
               for
               th'
               Party
               ,
               and
               in
               his
               defence
               ,
            
             
               Bestir
               my self
               ,
               as
               wholly
               opposite
            
             
               To
               all
               oppression
               ,
               nay
               I
               took
               delite
            
             
               To
               crush
               the
               projects
               of
               those
               powerful
               men
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 make
                 their
                 Congees
                 ,
                 and
                 attendance
                 vain
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               I
               was
               indeed
               a
               father
               to
               the
               poor
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               always
               would
               protect
               them
               
                 from
                 that
                 hour
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 I
                 see
                 their
                 Cause
                 was
                 just
                 ,
              
               and
               would
               withstand
               ,
            
             
               On
               their
               behalf
               ,
               the
               greatest
               in
               the
               land
               .
            
             
               For
               where
               by
               Lawyers
               wrangling
               ,
               and
               debate
               ,
            
             
               Their
               Causes
               had
               been
               rendred
               intricate
               ,
            
             
               I
               'd
               call
               for
               th'
               Process
               ,
               and
               with
               careful
               eye
               ,
            
             
               In
               privat
               every
               Article
               survey
               ,
            
             
               
                 Not
                 trusting
                 to
                 my
                 Clerks
                 ,
                 as
                 others
                 do
                 ,
              
            
             
               But
               with
               my
               own
               eyes
               ,
               I
               'd
               go
               fully
               through
               ,
            
             
               The
               
                 several
                 pieces
              
               ,
               and
               next
               day
               report
            
             
               My
               judgement
               on
               the
               case
               ,
               in
               
                 open
                 Court.
              
               
            
          
           
             
               So
               that
               ,
               when
               
                 the
                 oppressour
              
               judg'd
               his
               prey
               
            
             
               Was
               now
               his
               own
               ,
               and
               without
               more
               delay
               ,
            
             
               He
               'd
               seize
               on
               all
               the
               poor
               man
               did
               possesse
               ,
            
             
               Then
               on
               a
               suddain
               would
               I
               turn
               the
               chase
               ,
            
             
               And
               as
               a
               man
               out
               of
               a
               Lyons
               paws
               ,
            
             
               Would
               tear
               his
               spoile
               ,
               so
               
                 the
                 poors
                 dying
                 Cause
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 I
                 'd
                 rescue
                 by
                 the
                 very
                 strength
                 of
                 Laws
                 .
              
            
             
               Yea
               ,
               not
               so
               only
               ,
               but
               I
               would
               allow
            
             
               Such
               costs
               to
               the
               prevailing
               Parties
               too
               ,
            
             
               And
               whip
               the
               faillers
               with
               such
               dammages
               ,
            
             
               As
               they
               should
               not
               be
               able
               to
               oppresse
               ,
            
             
               As
               they
               had
               done
               ;
               but
               thence
               forth
               should
               forbear
               ,
            
             
               In
               such
               
                 foull
                 ,
                 unjust
                 actions
              
               ,
               to
               appear
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               firmly
               rooted
               ,
               thus
               established
               ,
               
            
             
               Thus
               flourishing
               ,
               thus
               branching
               ,
               I
               could
               read
            
             
               In
               all
               those
               figures
               ,
               and
               fair
               instances
               .
            
             
               
                 The
                 History
                 of
                 my
                 own
                 happinesse
                 .
              
            
             
             
               Then
               said
               I
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               how
               hast
               thou
               bless'd
               me
               now
               ,
            
             
               In
               every
               thing
               ,
               what
               have
               I
               more
               to
               do
               ,
            
             
               Then
               thus
               to
               live
               in
               
                 Honour
                 ,
                 Wealth
                 ,
                 and
                 Peace
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               when
               the
               motion
               of
               my
               Lungs
               shall
               cease
               ,
            
             
               Crown'd
               with
               the
               Lawrels
               of
               Felicity
            
             
               To
               lay
               my self
               down
               ,
               and
               in
               triumph
               die
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               my
               enjoyments
               daily
               did
               increase
               ,
               
            
             
               My
               joys
               were
               greater
               then
               I
               could
               express
               ,
            
             
               And
               there
               was
               no
               bounds
               to
               my
               happiness
               .
            
             
               I
               liv'd
               in
               plenty
               ,
               and
               in
               confidence
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Gods
               great
               favour
               ,
               and
               a
               permanence
            
             
               Of
               all
               his
               kindness
               :
               never
               did
               I
               dream
            
             
               On
               what
               I
               now
               perceive
               ,
               but
               did
               esteem
            
             
               My self
               so
               fixt
               in
               my
               enjoyments
               here
               ,
            
             
               As
               not
               unlike
               a
               Tree
               I
               did
               appear
               ,
            
             
               That
               planted
               by
               a
               River
               with
               its
               roots
               ,
            
             
               Sock●t
               in
               the
               Waters
               ,
               always
               freshly
               sprouts
               ,
            
             
               And
               'twixt
               the
               Water
               ,
               and
               the
               Dew
               ▪
               which
               lyes
            
             
               Each
               Night
               upon
               its
               branches
               ,
               multiply●s
            
             
               So
               in
               its
               growth
               ,
               as
               one
               might
               judge
               from
               thence
            
             
               This
               Tree
               might
               be
               of
               long
               continuance
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               thought
               my
               honour
               never
               should
               decay
               
            
             
               For
               I
               might
               well
               perceive
               how
               every
               day
            
             
               My
               reputation
               as
               a
               Judge
               increas'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               all
               mens
               affections
               possess'd
               .
            
             
               Yea
               ,
               as
               I
               us'd
               to
               judge
               impartially
               ,
            
             
               So
               arm'd
               with
               
                 Power
                 ,
                 and
                 Authority
              
            
             
               All
               my
               Decrees
               I
               would
               see
               execute
               ,
            
             
               And
               my
               Commands
               obey'd
               without
               dispute
               .
            
          
           
             
               Without
               dispute
               ,
               for
               I
               remember
               well
               
            
             
               In
               parts
               ,
               and
               prudence
               I
               did
               so
               excell
               ,
            
             
               And
               did
               my
               Reputation
               so
               maintain
               ,
            
             
               In
               every
               point
               amongst
               my
               Countrey-men
               ,
            
             
               That
               whilst
               on
               any
               
                 point
                 of
                 Law
                 ▪
              
               or
               State
            
             
               I
               chanc'd
               to
               speak
               ,
               all
               with
               attention
               sat
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               great
               patience
               heard
               me
               to
               an
               end
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               what
               I
               counsell'd
               they
               would
               still
               commend
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yes
               ,
               though
               before
               I
               spoke
               they
               would
               debate
               
            
             
               The
               points
               in
               hand
               ,
               and
               argue
               with
               some
               heat
               ,
            
             
               No
               sooner
               I
               'de
               arise
               ,
               then
               instantly
            
             
               They'd
               shut
               up
               all
               their
               Mouths
               ,
               and
               by
               ,
               and
               by
            
             
               Hush'd
               up
               in
               silence
               seriously
               give
               ear
            
             
               To
               what
               I
               spoke
               :
               and
               greedily
               would
               hear
            
             
               What
               my
               opinion
               was
               upon
               the
               case
               ;
            
             
               And
               after
               I
               had
               spoke
               they
               held
               their
               peace
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               words
               were
               to
               them
               as
               a
               
                 casting
                 vote
              
               ,
               
            
             
               For
               to
               what
               I
               held
               out
               ,
               they
               reply'd
               not
               :
            
             
               Because
               they
               always
               bore
               great
               deference
            
             
               To
               my
               opinion
               ,
               and
               with
               reverence
            
             
               Would
               acquiesce
               to
               my
               determination
            
             
               Of
               whatsoever
               was
               in
               agitation
               .
            
          
           
             
               Indeed
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               such
               was
               my
               reputation
               ,
               
            
             
               So
               was
               I
               lov'd
               and
               honour'd
               in
               my
               station
               :
            
             
               Such
               was
               th'
               ambition
               of
               all
               knowing
               men
            
             
             
               To
               be
               of
               my
               acquaintance
               .
               —
            
             
               That
               if
               at
               any
               time
               I
               'de
               cast
               an
               eye
               ,
            
             
               On
               any
               of
               'em
               somewhat
               courteously
               ,
            
             
               They'd
               from
               that
               verie
               moment
               calculate
            
             
               Their
               happiness
               ,
               and
               reckon
               their
               estate
            
             
               By
               th'
               figures
               of
               my
               smiles
               :
               yet
               would
               not
               dare
            
             
               For
               all
               that
               ,
               to
               become
               familiar
            
             
               With
               me
               at
               anie
               rate
               ,
               but
               warilie
            
             
               Would
               keep
               due
               distance
               :
               
                 and
                 not
                 saucilie
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Encroach
                 on
                 my
                 good
                 humour
                 ,
                 but
                 forbear
              
            
             
               
                 All
                 idle
                 Divinations
                 of
                 my
                 ear
              
            
             
               
                 From
                 such
                 Prognosticks
              
               :
               or
               suppose
               that
               I
            
             
               Could
               ere
               be
               merrie
               out
               of
               Levitie
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               what
               needs
               more
               !
               alace
               I
               do
               with
               teares
               ,
               
            
             
               Reflect
               on
               th'
               beautie
               of
               
                 my
                 former
                 years
              
               ;
            
             
               When
               all
               at
               my
               Devotion
               were
               ,
               when
               all
            
             
               Obey'd
               my
               orders
               ,
               as
               their
               General
               .
            
             
               When
               in
               all
               
                 their
                 Assemblies
              
               still
               I
               sat
            
             
               Amongst
               them
               as
               
                 Lord
                 Paramount
              
               ,
               in
               state
               ,
            
             
               And
               ordered
               all
               affairs
               ,
               yet
               would
               not
               I
            
             
               At
               anie
               time
               use
               that
               Authority
            
             
               But
               with
               Discretion
               ,
               and
               would
               rather
               aid
            
             
               All
               men
               with
               Counsel
               ,
               than
               make
               them
               afraid
            
             
               Of
               me
               ,
               because
               I
               in
               my
               hand
               did
               bear
            
             
               That
               ,
               by
               which
               men
               procure
               both
               love
               ,
               and
               fear
               .
            
             
               In
               fine
               my
               
                 Grandeur
                 ,
                 and
                 Authority
              
            
             
               Differ'd
               but
               little
               from
               
                 pure
                 Soveraignty
              
               ,
            
             
               For
               as
               a
               Prince
               ,
               I
               in
               these
               days
               did
               live
               ,
            
             
               And
               no
               man
               question'd
               my
               Prerogative
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             Cap.
             XXX
             .
          
           
             
               BUt
               now
               
                 the
                 young
                 Knaves
              
               laugh
               at
               me
               ,
               the
               race
               
            
             
               Of
               men
               ,
               who
               liv'd
               in
               miserable
               case
               :
            
             
               The
               brood
               of
               such
               ,
               as
               were
               no
               more
               esteem'd
            
             
               Than
               Slaves
               ,
               with
               whom
               all
               good
               men
               were
               asham'd
            
             
               To
               haunt
               ,
               or
               converse
               .
               —
            
             
               Poor
               Tag-rag-fellowes
               ,
               men
               so
               low
               ,
               and
               mean
            
             
               As
               scarce
               such
               wretches
               now
               are
               to
               be
               seen
               ,
            
             
               The
               race
               of
               Scoundrels
               ,
               sillie
               ,
               
                 needie
                 rogues
              
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               I
               'de
               scarce
               trust
               
                 with
                 feeding
                 of
                 my
                 dogs
              
               :
            
             
               Because
               by
               hunger
               such
               might
               ha'
               been
               drawn
               ,
            
             
               To
               cheat
               
                 more
                 useful
                 creatures
              
               of
               their
               brawn
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               race
               of
               such
               as
               in
               unbridled
               rage
               ,
               
            
             
               Of
               sin
               had
               spent
               
                 the
                 vigour
                 of
                 their
                 age
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               a
               most
               
                 luxuriant
                 idleness
              
               ,
            
             
               Had
               wasted
               their
               most
               profitable
               dayes
               :
            
             
               Whence
               in
               
                 declining
                 years
              
               ,
               poor
               ,
               hunger-starv'd
               ,
            
             
               Feeble
               ,
               and
               doating
               they
               for
               nothing
               serv'd
               :
            
             
               So
               that
               such
               creatures
               ,
               as
               those
               Wretches
               were
            
             
               No
               man
               to
               service
               ever
               would
               prefer
               .
            
          
           
             
               Hence
               living
               idle
               ,
               and
               in
               horrid
               want
               
            
             
               They'd
               in
               the
               day-light
               'bout
               the
               Shambles
               haunt
               ,
            
             
               Begging
               
                 the
                 Draughts
                 of
                 Beasts
              
               ,
               and
               so
               would
               cheat
            
             
               The
               verie
               
                 Butchers
                 Mastives
              
               of
               their
               meat
               .
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               night
               in
               some
               dark
               entrie
               creep
               ,
            
             
               Where
               
                 on
                 the
                 Staires
              
               they
               would
               securelie
               sleep
               ;
            
             
               At
               length
               when
               th'
               careful
               Justice
               of
               the
               Place
            
             
               Would
               give
               out
               orders
               to
               
                 secure
                 the
                 Peace
              
               ,
            
             
               Then
               were
               we
               quit
               of
               all
               
                 such
                 Rogues
              
               as
               these
               .
            
             
               For
               of
               their
               evil
               courses
               conscious
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               afraid
               of
               a
               
                 Grand
                 Mittimus
              
               :
            
             
               They'd
               truss
               up
               all
               their
               Rags
               ,
               and
               silentlie
               ,
            
             
               Sneak
               out
               o'
               th'
               townes
               ,
               and
               to
               the
               Desarts
               flie
               ;
            
          
           
             
               Where
               amongst
               Wild-beasts
               ,
               wandring
               here
               ,
               and
               there
               ,
               
            
             
               Many
               a
               poor
               shift
               for
               their
               dailie
               fare
               ,
            
             
               Those
               abject
               creatures
               made
               .
               —
            
             
               Mallows
               ,
               and
               such
               Salt-herbs
               ,
               as
               none
               would
               eat
               .
            
             
               But
               those
               that
               were
               nigh
               starv'd
               for
               want
               of
               meat
               ,
            
             
               
                 Juniper
                 Roots
                 ,
                 Thistles
              
               ,
               or
               any
               thing
               ,
            
             
               That
               might
               preserve
               them
               from
               
                 meer
                 perishing
              
               ,
            
             
               They
               'd
               cut
               up
               for
               their
               food
               ,
               which
               ,
               with
               delyte
               ,
            
             
               They
               'd
               eat
               ,
               t'
               allay
               their
               
                 clamorous
                 appetite
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Nor
               dur'st
               
                 those
                 villains
              
               to
               the
               Towns
               repair
               
            
             
               To
               purchase
               food
               ,
               or
               ask
               it
               any
               where
               ,
            
             
               As
               
                 licenc'd
                 Beggers
              
               do
               ,
               no
               not
               at
               all
               ,
            
             
               For
               if
               they
               did
               ,
               the
               
                 very
                 Dogs
              
               would
               fall
            
             
               Upon
               them
               ,
               and
               the
               Countrey
               by
               and
               by
            
             
             
               Would
               arm
               ,
               and
               follow
               them
               ,
               with
               
                 Hue
                 ,
                 and
                 Cry.
              
               
            
          
           
             
               Hence
               those
               poor
               Rascalls
               wholly
               banished
               
            
             
               From
               Humane
               converse
               ,
               all
               of
               'em
               were
               glad
            
             
               To
               dwell
               in
               
                 Cliffs
                 of
                 Rocks
              
               ,
               in
               hollow
               Caves
               ,
            
             
               Or
               any
               holes
               but
               differing
               from
               Graves
               ,
            
             
               As
               Pools
               from
               Quagmires
               ,
               where
               they
               might
               sustain
            
             
               
                 A
                 miserable
                 life
              
               ,
               and
               sleep
               with
               pain
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               hungry
               Tygers
               howling
               in
               the
               Night
               ,
            
             
               These
               
                 sculking
                 Wretches
              
               in
               their
               Dreams
               would
               fright
               ,
            
             
               And
               Lyons
               roaring
               all
               the
               Fields
               around
            
             
               In
               those
               mens
               ears
               would
               make
               a
               
                 dreadful
                 sound
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Nay
               of
               the
               wild-beasts
               they
               were
               so
               affraid
               
            
             
               As
               'mongst
               the
               Bushes
               they
               like
               Asses
               bray'd
            
             
               For
               fear
               ,
               and
               hunger
               :
               and
               in
               clusters
               creep't
            
             
               Amongst
               the
               Briars
               and
               Nettles
               ,
               where
               they
               keep
               't
            
             
               Their
               
                 grand
                 Assemblies
              
               ,
               and
               their
               business
               ,
            
             
               Was
               only
               to
               consult
               ,
               in
               such
               distress
               ,
            
             
               From
               whence
               they
               might
               have
               Food
               ,
               else
               suddenly
            
             
               They
               and
               their
               
                 wretched
                 Families
              
               should
               die
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 O
                 brave
                 Republick
              
               !
               famous
               Corporation
               !
               
            
             
               And
               what
               d'
               ye
               think
               too
               was
               their
               Generation
               ?
            
             
               Who
               were
               the
               Fathers
               of
               
                 those
                 beastly
                 Men
              
               ,
            
             
               Of
               whose
               
                 insulting
                 Brats
              
               I
               now
               complain
               ?
            
             
               Why
               they
               were
               Fellows
               most
               obscurely
               base
               ,
            
             
               Meer
               Vagabonds
               rambling
               from
               place
               to
               place
               ,
            
             
               
                 Void
                 of
                 all
                 Virtue
                 ,
                 Honour
                 ,
                 Wit
                 ,
                 and
                 Grace
                 .
              
            
             
               Fellows
               ,
               whom
               I
               my self
               have
               caused
               seize
               ,
            
             
               And
               put
               i'
               th'
               stocks
               ,
               because
               
                 they
                 broke
                 the
                 Peace
              
               :
            
             
               Then
               let
               'em
               go
               in
               hopes
               of
               reformation
               ,
            
             
               But
               finding
               after
               all
               their
               conversation
            
             
               Was
               still
               the
               same
               ,
               in
               Villany
               engross't
               ,
            
             
               I
               'de
               send
               them
               next
               time
               
                 to
                 the
                 whipping
                 Post
              
               :
            
             
               At
               length
               oblig'd
               by
               
                 their
                 increasing
                 Crimes
              
               ,
            
             
               I
               'de
               send
               such
               men
               by
               dozens
               oftentimes
               ,
            
             
               Fairly
               to
               th'
               Gibbet
               :
               men
               so
               despicable
            
             
               As
               they
               were
               no
               less
               hated
               by
               the
               Rabble
               ,
            
             
               Then
               
                 Wolves
                 ,
                 and
                 Foxes
              
               :
               men
               so
               villanous
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               their
               lives
               so
               grossly
               vitious
               ,
            
             
               As
               all
               disdain'd
               to
               bear
               them
               company
               ,
            
             
               But
               from
               such
               men
               would
               as
               from
               Serpents
               fly
               .
            
          
           
             
               Such
               was
               indeed
               the
               Line
               ,
               and
               Parentage
               
            
             
               Of
               those
               vile
               men
               ,
               those
               Scandals
               of
               their
               Age
            
             
               Of
               whom
               those
               Scabs
               ,
               who
               now
               do
               openly
            
             
               In
               
                 Ballads
                 ,
                 Rhimes
                 ,
                 and
                 bitter
                 Raill●ry
                 ,
              
            
             
               Upbraid
               me
               to
               my
               face
               ,
               are
               lineally
            
             
               Descended
               :
               —
            
             
               From
               whence
               alace
               it
               clearly
               doth
               appear
               ,
            
             
               Those
               
                 wanton
                 Youngsters
              
               ,
               who
               so
               patly
               jeer
               ,
            
             
               And
               laugh
               at
               me
               now
               in
               my
               present
               case
               ,
            
             
               Are
               both
               of
               low
               Birth
               ,
               and
               of
               cursed
               Race
               .
            
             
               Yet
               do
               
                 those
                 sons
                 of
                 Earth
              
               ,
               those
               
                 upstart
                 Knaves
              
               ,
            
             
               Who
               draw
               their
               line
               from
               men
               far
               worse
               then
               slaves
               ,
            
             
               Those
               
                 Mushrome-cracks
                 ,
                 those
                 men
                 of
                 yesterday
                 ,
              
            
             
               Those
               make
               me
               now
               the
               subject
               of
               their
               play
               .
            
             
             
               Those
               Rat-catchers
               ,
               whom
               I
               'd
               scarce
               heretofore
               ,
            
             
               Allow
               to
               walk
               before
               my
               Parlour
               door
               ,
            
             
               Those
               
                 base-born
                 Mangrels
              
               ,
               whom
               my
               Serving-men
               ,
            
             
               Thought
               not
               their
               equals
               ,
               but
               with
               great
               disdain
               ,
            
             
               When
               at
               their
               Table
               ,
               they
               'd
               presume
               to
               eat
               ,
            
             
               Would
               neither
               drink
               to
               them
               ,
               nor
               carve
               their
               meat
               .
            
             
               Yet
               those
               men
               now
               laugh
               at
               my
               misery
               ,
            
             
               And
               point
               at
               me
               :
               
                 unhappy
                 poverty
              
               !
            
             
               
                 There
                 's
                 nought
                 from
                 thee
                 more
                 heavily
                 we
                 take
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Then
                 that
                 ,
                 thou
                 men
                 ridiculous
                 dost
                 make
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Ridiculous
               indeed
               ,
               as
               ever
               man
               
            
             
               Was
               made
               by
               men
               ,
               since
               first
               the
               World
               began
            
             
               Am
               I
               now
               made
               .
               —
            
             
               And
               by
               young
               fools
               too
               ,
               fellows
               light
               ,
               and
               vain
               ,
            
             
               Shrewdly
               debauch'd
               ,
               and
               openly
               prophane
               ,
            
             
               Who
               flock
               to
               see
               me
               in
               this
               doleful
               state
               ,
            
             
               As
               others
               do
               ,
               and
               to
               expresse
               their
               hate
               ,
            
             
               Reproach
               me
               with
               
                 foul
                 words
              
               ,
               aud
               bitterly
            
             
               Insult
               o're
               me
               ,
               in
               my
               calamity
               :
            
             
               Put
               on
               me
               all
               affronts
               imaginable
               ,
            
             
               And
               use
               all
               means
               to
               make
               me
               despicable
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               now
               I
               think
               on
               't
               ,
               I
               should
               not
               admire
               ,
               
            
             
               To
               see
               the
               Race
               of
               Criminals
               conspire
            
             
               Against
               me
               ,
               in
               this
               miserable
               state
               ,
            
             
               Because
               ,
               when
               formerly
               a
               Magistrate
               ;
            
             
               I
               did
               indeed
               correct
               their
               Fathers
               so
               ,
            
             
               As
               till
               this
               time
               those
               slaves
               durst
               never
               show
            
             
               Their
               heads
               in
               publick
               ;
               yes
               I
               did
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               this
               day
               I
               think
               those
               men
               may
               read
            
             
               My
               justice
               plain
               ,
               and
               clear
               before
               their
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               I'
               th'
               Histories
               of
               their
               several
               Families
               .
            
             
               For
               formerly
               ,
               when
               my
               Authority
            
             
               Did
               flourish
               ,
               these
               men
               living
               quietly
               ,
            
             
               And
               within
               bounds
               ,
               durst
               never
               give
               offence
            
             
               To
               any
               man
               ,
               left
               my
               intelligence
            
             
               Might
               reach
               their
               actings
               ,
               
                 and
                 by
                 Law
                 declare
              
            
             
               
                 These
                 Rogues
                 ,
                 all
                 Out-laws
                 ,
                 as
                 their
                 Fathers
                 were
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               But
               now
               ,
               alace
               ,
               that
               God
               himself
               hath
               broke
            
             
               My
               power
               ,
               and
               turn'd
               my
               Honour
               all
               to
               smoke
               :
            
             
               Now
               that
               his
               heavy
               hand
               doth
               on
               me
               ly
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               am
               overcharg'd
               with
               misery
               :
            
             
               Even
               those
               mean
               things
               now
               from
               their
               Kennels
               crawl
               ,
            
             
               And
               bark
               at
               me
               with
               open
               mouths
               ,
               nay
               ,
               all
            
             
               Who
               formerly
               did
               to
               my
               person
               bear
            
             
               Great
               reverence
               ,
               now
               openly
               appear
            
             
               My
               greatest
               enemies
               ,
               insultingly
            
             
               Reflecting
               on
               my
               former
               Dignity
               ,
            
             
               Of
               which
               I
               'm
               now
               robb'd
               ,
               as
               is
               ordinar
               ,
            
             
               In
               time
               of
               Troubles
               ,
               Mutinies
               ,
               and
               War
               ,
            
             
               When
               by
               the
               Rabble
               Prisons
               are
               broke
               ope
               ,
            
             
               And
               Malefactors
               arm'd
               ,
               no
               House
               ,
               or
               Shop
               ,
            
             
               Is
               sooner
               ristled
               ,
               than
               those
               which
               belong
               ,
            
             
               To
               th'
               Magistrat
               ,
               'bout
               ,
               which
               in
               Troops
               they
               throng
               ,
            
             
               Where
               all
               's
               pull'd
               down
               ,
               and
               with
               difficulty
               ,
            
             
             
               To
               save
               their
               persons
               ,
               they
               are
               forc'd
               to
               fly
               .
            
             
               And
               leave
               all
               in
               this
               lamentable
               case
            
             
               To
               th'
               fury
               of
               
                 the
                 hot-brain'd
                 populace
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               these
               same
               lewd
               ,
               and
               insolent
               
                 young
                 men
              
               ,
               
            
             
               Whom
               formerly
               ,
               by
               Law
               I
               did
               restrain
               ,
            
             
               Now
               by
               my
               fall
               from
               inquisition
               freed
               ,
            
             
               Uninterrupted
               ,
               hourly
               do
               proceed
               ,
            
             
               By
               all
               the
               arts
               ,
               and
               tricks
               ,
               they
               can
               invent
            
             
               To
               make
               my
               case
               most
               sad
               ;
               whilst
               they
               torment
            
             
               My
               soul
               ,
               by
               frequent
               looking
               on
               my
               face
               ,
            
             
               And
               pointing
               out
               to
               all
               men
               
                 my
                 disgrace
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               where
               I
               would
               endure
               with
               patience
               ,
               
            
             
               My
               present
               sorrows
               ,
               these
               mens
               insolence
            
             
               Do
               cross
               my
               resolutions
               ▪
               and
               raise
            
             
               My
               Spleen
               to
               some
               disorder
               ,
               whilst
               they
               please
            
             
               Themselves
               to
               see
               me
               in
               this
               sad
               estate
               ,
            
             
               (
               Which
               visits
               all
               ingenuous
               spirits
               hate
               )
            
             
               And
               by
               
                 false
                 accusations
                 ,
                 bitter
                 tales
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Clamours
                 ,
                 unjust
                 reproaches
              
               ,
               or
               what
               else
            
             
               Those
               virulent
               
                 vindictive
                 fellows
              
               art
               ,
            
             
               Can
               in
               their
               Cups
               devise
               ,
               or
               for
               their
               heart
            
             
               Contrive
               to
               vex
               me
               ,
               I
               am
               sore
               opprest
               ,
            
             
               And
               from
               their
               
                 Spur
                 ▪
                 gal●'d
                 Jests
              
               can
               have
               no
               rest
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               need
               they
               great
               mens
               help
               to
               countenance
            
             
               Th'
               abusive
               progress
               of
               their
               petulance
               ,
            
             
               For
               of
               themselves
               by
               their
               intolerable
            
             
               Proud
               ,
               wanton
               carriage
               ,
               truly
               they
               are
               able
            
             
               To
               do
               their
               business
               ,
               with
               convenience
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               have
               found
               
                 by
                 sad
                 experience
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               these
               
                 licentious
                 Youths
              
               have
               ta'ne
               delite
               
            
             
               To
               gaze
               upon
               me
               here
               with
               great
               despite
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               other
               
                 clamorous
                 Villains
              
               on
               pretence
            
             
               Of
               wrongs
               sustain'd
               from
               me
               ,
               with
               violence
            
             
               Have
               rush'd
               on
               my
               possessions
               ,
               and
               seiz'd
            
             
               All
               
                 my
                 effects
              
               ,
               disposing
               as
               they
               pleas'd
            
             
               On
               what
               belong'd
               to
               me
               ,
               whilst
               each
               of
               them
            
             
               Parts
               of
               my
               means
               ,
               as
               by
               reprysals
               ,
               claim
               .
            
             
               So
               that
               ev'n
               as
               a
               Town
               besieg'd
               I
               ly
            
             
               Beset
               on
               all
               hands
               ,
               by
               the
               enemy
               ;
            
             
               Who
               by
               continual
               Batteries
               have
               ply'd
            
             
               Its
               Walls
               ,
               and
               made
               at
               length
               a
               breach
               so
               wide
               ,
            
             
               That
               ,
               as
               a
               Torrent
               ,
               with
               great
               violence
            
             
               Breaks
               through
               the
               strongest
               Banks
               ,
               and
               Water-fence
            
             
               O're-running
               all
               it
               meets
               ,
               so
               at
               the
               breach
            
             
               The
               Souldiers
               enter
               with
               a
               shout
               ,
               and
               stretch
            
             
               Their
               Front
               so
               wide
               ,
               as
               they
               appear
               at
               least
            
             
               Pell-mell
               to
               throng
               
                 a
                 hundred
                 in
                 a
                 breast
              
               .
            
             
               Even
               so
               at
               that
               great
               breach
               ,
               which
               th'
               hand
               of
               God
            
             
               Has
               made
               on
               me
               ,
               as
               through
               a
               beaten
               road
               ,
            
             
               
                 The
                 dregs
                 o'
                 th'
                 Countrey
              
               ,
               men
               of
               low
               estate
               ,
            
             
               And
               scarcely
               in
               Apparel
               ,
               till
               of
               late
               ,
            
             
               Have
               in
               
                 this
                 day
                 of
                 my
                 calamity
              
               ,
            
             
               Rush'd
               in
               upon
               me
               ,
               and
               maliciously
            
             
               Seiz'd
               on
               my
               Goods
               ,
               and
               Chattels
               ,
               riffling
               all
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               left
               me
               nothing
               ,
               which
               I
               now
               may
               call
            
             
               
                 My
                 own
              
               ,
               for
               even
               what
               my
               
                 wild
                 neighbours
              
               spar'd
               ,
            
             
               These
               men
               have
               plunder'd
               ;
               having
               no
               regard
            
             
               To
               
                 Conscience
                 ,
                 Honour
                 ,
                 Law
              
               ,
               or
               Equity
               ,
            
             
               But
               take
               advantage
               of
               me
               ,
               where
               I
               lye
               ,
            
             
               
                 Floating
                 in
                 this
                 huge
                 gulf
                 of
                 misery
                 .
              
            
             
               And
               now
               those
               Donatars
               of
               my
               forfaulture
            
             
               Those
               
                 vile
                 oppressours
              
               ,
               those
               
                 base
                 villains
              
               ,
               sure
            
             
               Are
               now
               perswaded
               I
               am
               wholly
               gone
               ,
            
             
               Never
               to
               be
               restor'd
               ,
               and
               
                 ali's
                 their
                 own
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               'T
               is
               true
               indeed
               ,
               as
               far
               as
               man
               can
               see
               
            
             
               I
               'me
               lost
               for
               ever
               ,
               there
               's
               no
               hopes
               of
               me
               ,
            
             
               No
               hopes
               that
               ever
               I
               can
               be
               restor'd
               ;
            
             
               And
               so
               my
               case
               is
               much
               to
               be
               deplor'd
               .
            
             
               Besides
               ,
               alace
               ,
               within
               my
               breast
               I
               find
            
             
               Oppressions
               of
               a
               more
               destructive
               kind
               :
            
             
               
                 Terrours
                 of
                 Conscience
              
               ,
               ah
               !
               strange
               terrours
               now
            
             
               O'rewhelm
               my
               spirit
               :
            
             
               For
               as
               a
               Cloud
               before
               the
               Wind
               doth
               roul
               ,
            
             
               So
               by
               
                 sad
                 thoughts
              
               my
               over-wearied
               soul
            
             
               Is
               driven
               forward
               most
               impetuously
               ,
            
             
               And
               broke
               to
               pieces
               ,
               as
               a
               Cloud
               doth
               fly
               ,
            
             
               When
               scattered
               into
               Air
               ,
               such
               is
               my
               case
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               my
               restauration
               ,
               alace
            
             
               There
               's
               no
               more
               hopes
               ,
               I
               fear
               ,
               I
               now
               may
               say
            
             
               Then
               of
               a
               Cloud
               that
               vanisheth
               away
               .
            
          
           
             
               What
               am
               I
               then
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               pray
               let
               me
               know
               
            
             
               Whether
               I
               breath
               ,
               whether
               I
               live
               ,
               or
               no
               ?
            
             
               Am
               I
               a
               man
               yet
               ?
               Do
               I
               yet
               retain
            
             
               Some
               
                 vestiges
                 of
                 reason
              
               ?
               pray
               be
               plain
               .
            
             
               Am
               I
               a
               
                 Creature
                 rational
              
               ?
               or
               can
            
             
               Such
               ,
               as
               now
               see
               me
               ,
               call
               me
               yet
               a
               man
               ?
            
             
               Is
               not
               my
               strength
               exhausted
               ?
               are
               not
               all
            
             
               My
               spirits
               wasted
               ?
               how
               then
               shall
               I
               call
            
             
               My self
               a
               
                 living
                 creature
              
               ?
               —
            
             
               —
               Is
               not
               my
               soul
               the
               source
               of
               life
               ,
               and
               strength
               ,
            
             
               By
               heat
               of
               woes
               evaporate
               at
               length
               ?
            
             
               Yes
               ,
               and
               the
               part
               that
               's
               left
               of
               me
               ,
               appears
            
             
               But
               like
               the
               Ship-wracks
               of
               an
               hundred
               years
               .
            
             
               A
               very
               lump
               of
               dust
               ,
               a
               lifeless
               thing
               ,
            
             
               A
               piece
               of
               earth
               not
               worth
               the
               valuing
               :
            
             
               A
               Creature
               so
               deform'd
               ,
               so
               overspread
            
             
               With
               hideous
               sores
               ,
               as
               one
               can
               hardly
               read
            
             
               Its
               title
               in
               its
               fore-head
               ,
               or
               perswade
            
             
               Himself
               ,
               
                 that
                 such
                 a
                 thing
                 a
                 man
                 was
                 made
              
            
             
               —
               In
               this
               condition
               ,
               in
               this
               sad
               estate
               —
            
             
               You
               see
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               then
               ,
               how
               my
               God
               of
               late
            
             
               Has
               molt
               me
               in
               the
               Furnace
               of
               his
               wrath
               ,
            
             
               Dissolv'd
               me
               ,
               and
               yet
               after
               all
               I
               breath
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               only
               breath
               ,
               I
               live
               to
               feel
               the
               pain
               ,
               
            
             
               Which
               in
               my
               bones
               ,
               and
               sinews
               I
               sustain
               :
               —
            
             
               Such
               
                 horrid
                 pain
              
               ,
               as
               cannot
               be
               exprest
               ,
            
             
               Such
               pain
               ,
               as
               does
               allow
               my
               soul
               no
               rest
            
             
               For
               in
               the
               night
               time
               ,
               in
               the
               hour
               ,
               when
               all
            
             
             
               Submit
               themselves
               to
               sleep
               ,
               at
               Natures
               call
               ;
            
             
               Then
               ,
               —
               then
               ,
               —
               O
               then
               ▪
               my
               Bones
               so
               shrewdly
               ake
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               'm
               compell'd
               by
               force
               of
               pain
               t'
               awake
               .
            
          
           
             
               Alace
               such
               is
               
                 the
                 strength
                 of
                 my
                 disease
              
               ,
               
            
             
               As
               no
               invention
               can
               my
               pains
               appease
               ;
            
             
               For
               by
               the
               course
               of
               
                 matter
                 purulent
              
               ,
            
             
               Which
               issues
               from
               my
               Sores
               ,
               and
               represent
            
             
               The
               foul
               ingredients
               of
               a
               
                 common
                 Shore
              
               )
            
             
               My
               Garments
               are
               so
               stiff
               with
               
                 bile
                 ,
                 and
                 gore
              
               ,
            
             
               That
               though
               ,
               as
               formerly
               I
               now
               could
               say
            
             
               I
               might
               change
               my
               Apparrel
               every
               day
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               would
               I
               by
               that
               shifting
               find
               no
               ease
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               would
               the
               
                 torrent
                 of
                 my
                 Ulcers
              
               cease
               ,
            
             
               But
               in
               their
               course
               run
               most
               impetuously
            
             
               Upon
               my
               Cloaths
               ,
               and
               never
               let
               them
               dry
               ?
            
             
               But
               make
               them
               so
               fast
               to
               my
               Body
               stick
               ,
               —
            
             
               
                 Th'
                 express
                 on
                 makes
                 me
                 both
                 asham'd
                 ,
                 and
                 sick
                 .
              
               —
            
          
           
             
               And
               now
               ▪
               like
               
                 Sow
                 in
                 puddle
              
               ,
               I
               appear
               ,
               
            
             
               Wallowing
               in
               my
               own
               sores
               ,
               and
               mired
               here
               ,
            
             
               As
               one
               in
               marish
               stranded
               ,
               all
               o're
               run
            
             
               With
               
                 loathsome
                 Ulcers
              
               totally
               undone
               ,
            
             
               
                 With
                 putrid
                 scabs
              
               ,
               which
               from
               my
               Skin
               do
               fall
               ,
            
             
               When
               dry
               ,
               and
               make
               me
               look
               ,
               as
               I
               were
               all
            
             
               
                 A
                 heap
                 of
                 Dust
                 ,
                 and
                 Ashes
                 ,
                 Boils
                 ,
                 and
                 Sores
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 With
                 all
                 that
                 's
                 ugly
              
               —
               —
            
             
               Nay
               ,
               I
               am
               now
               so
               low
               ,
               so
               mean
               ,
               and
               base
               ,
            
             
               No
               language
               my
               condition
               can
               expresse
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               ,
               O
               ,
               what
               's
               worst
               of
               all
               ,
               and
               doth
               exceed
               
            
             
               All
               torments
               ,
               I
               as
               yet
               have
               suffered
               ,
            
             
               My
               
                 great
                 Creator
              
               ,
               to
               whom
               I
               do
               pray
               ,
            
             
               And
               cry
               aloud
               ,
               a
               hundred
               times
               a
               day
               ,
            
             
               Seems
               unconcern'd
               ,
               no
               notice
               of
               me
               takes
               ,
            
             
               But
               'fore
               my
               eyes
               
                 his
                 flaming
                 Sword
              
               he
               shakes
               ,
            
             
               In
               token
               of
               his
               Wrath
               ,
               and
               now
               appears
            
             
               To
               second
               all
               my
               jealousies
               ,
               and
               fears
               ,
            
             
               By
               
                 this
                 b●d
                 usage
              
               ;
               Lord
               ,
               how
               frequently
               ,
            
             
               As
               a
               poor
               Beggar
               at
               thy
               gates
               do
               I
            
             
               Implore
               for
               
                 thy
                 own
                 sake
              
               ,
               some
               Charity
               .
            
             
               How
               oft
               have
               I
               ,
               good
               Lord
               ,
               to
               thee
               complain'd
               ,
            
             
               But
               have
               as
               yet
               no
               grace
               from
               thee
               obtain'd
               ?
            
             
               Wilt
               thou
               not
               help
               me
               ,
               Lord
               ?
               wilt
               thou
               not
               hear
            
             
               Me
               when
               I
               pray
               ?
               ah
               ,
               wilt
               thou
               not
               give
               ear
            
             
               To
               my
               
                 sad
                 crys
              
               ?
               good
               Lord
               ,
               what
               shall
               I
               say
               ?
            
             
               —
               Shall
               I
               at
               all
               times
               to
               no
               purpose
               pray
               ?
            
             
               Wilt
               ▪
               not
               concern
               thy self
               ,
               O
               mighty
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               With
               my
               afflictions
               ?
               wilt
               thou
               not
               afford
            
             
               One
               gracious
               answer
               ?
               wilt
               thou
               still
               stand
               by
               ?
            
             
               
                 A
                 meer
                 spectator
                 of
                 my
                 misery
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               make
               no
               help
               to
               me
               ,
               but
               in
               this
               case
               ,
            
             
               Suffer
               me
               to
               expire
               in
               great
               disgrace
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Alace
               ,
               good
               Lord
               ,
               I
               find
               thy
               wrath
               so
               hot
               ,
               
            
             
               That
               I
               had
               rather
               die
               upon
               the
               spot
               ,
            
             
               Then
               live
               in
               thy
               displeasure
               ,
               for
               I
               now
            
             
               Perceive
               there
               's
               nothing
               I
               can
               ever
               doe
               ,
            
             
             
               Can
               purchase
               so
               much
               as
               a
               
                 short
                 Cessation
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 From
                 Persecution
              
               ;
               for
               thy
               indignation
            
             
               Against
               me
               doth
               with
               cruelty
               increase
               ,
            
             
               And
               there
               's
               no
               means
               left
               to
               procure
               my
               peace
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               in
               
                 Afflictions
                 Ocean
              
               ,
               I
               'me
               so
               toss't
               
            
             
               'Twixt
               Wind
               ,
               and
               Wave
               ,
               beyond
               all
               sight
               of
               Coast
               ,
            
             
               Beyond
               all
               hopes
               of
               Calm
               :
               now
               rais'd
               aloft
            
             
               Each
               Minut
               by
               the
               Surge
               ,
               and
               then
               as
               oft
            
             
               Amongst
               the
               gaping
               Waves
               precipitate
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               'me
               no
               better
               then
               ingurgitate
            
             
               
                 In
                 this
                 Abyss
                 of
                 Troubles
              
               .
               —
               —
            
             
               —
               Now
               all
               this
               Tempest
               by
               thy
               mighty
               hand
            
             
               Is
               rais'd
               against
               me
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               at
               thy
               command
               ,
            
             
               All
               
                 th●se
                 Infernal
                 Woes
              
               assembled
               are
               ,
            
             
               By
               which
               I
               see
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
               thou
               dost
               appear
            
             
               My
               
                 open
                 Enemy
              
               :
               and
               in
               thy
               wrath
            
             
               Resolv'st
               even
               to
               pursue
               me
               to
               the
               death
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               know
               thou
               dost
               ,
               nay
               I
               am
               very
               sure
               
            
             
               My
               Wounds
               are
               mortal
               past
               all
               hopes
               of
               cure
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               must
               quickly
               die
               ,
               good
               Lord
               ,
               I
               know
               ,
            
             
               There
               is
               no
               remedy
               ,
               but
               I
               must
               go
               ,
            
             
               
                 To
                 th'
                 House
                 appointed
                 for
                 all
                 here
                 below
                 .
              
            
             
               To
               the
               
                 cold
                 Grave
                 ,
                 where
                 huddled
                 up
                 do
                 ly
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 mouldy
                 Records
                 of
                 Mortality
              
               :
            
             
               Where
               all
               the
               pride
               of
               Earth
               ,
               its
               pomp
               ,
               and
               glory
            
             
               Are
               to
               be
               found
               in
               a
               
                 large
                 Repertory
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 Dust
                 ,
                 and
                 Ashes
              
               ,
               thither
               Lord
               ,
               I
               know
               ,
               —
            
             
               —
               Thither
               annon
               ,
               O
               thither
               I
               must
               go
               ,
               —
            
             
               Where
               enter'd
               in
               
                 Deaths
                 Book
              
               ,
               my
               life
               ,
               I
               fear
            
             
               Shall
               a
               more
               famous
               Precedent
               appear
            
             
               Of
               Humane
               Frailty
               ,
               and
               the
               vanity
               ,
            
             
               Of
               this
               poor
               World
               ,
               then
               a
               whole
               Century
            
             
               Before
               my
               time
               can
               show
               ;
               whilst
               all
               in
               me
            
             
               May
               a
               most
               evident
               example
               see
            
             
               Both
               of
               thy
               Goodness
               ,
               and
               thy
               sad
               displeasure
               ,
            
             
               Dispens'd
               in
               an
               extr'ordinary
               measure
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               here
               's
               my
               comfort
               ,
               that
               when
               I
               descend
               
            
             
               To
               Earth
               ,
               my
               Troubles
               shall
               be
               at
               an
               end
               :
            
             
               The
               War
               of
               my
               Afflictions
               shall
               cease
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               Grave
               at
               least
               I
               shall
               have
               peace
               :
            
             
               For
               sure
               my
               God
               will
               not
               pursue
               me
               there
               ,
            
             
               Or
               make
               me
               in
               worse
               state
               then
               others
               are
               ,
            
             
               Who
               in
               
                 that
                 melancholly
                 Cloyster
              
               dwell
               ,
            
             
               But
               will
               permit
               me
               there
               to
               rest
               ,
               as
               well
               ,
            
             
               As
               all
               my
               Predecessors
               in
               that
               place
               ,
            
             
               And
               when
               I
               come
               that
               length
               ,
               give
               o're
               the
               chase
               .
            
             
               For
               whilst
               I
               live
               ,
               I
               never
               do
               expect
            
             
               T'
               have
               any
               rest
               ,
               what
               ere
               I
               may
               suspect
            
             
               Shall
               be
               my
               state
               of
               life
               ,
               when
               life
               is
               gone
            
             
               For
               on
               
                 the
                 matress
                 of
                 the
                 Grave
              
               alone
            
             
               I
               may
               have
               ease
               ,
               but
               here
               I
               shall
               have
               none
               .
            
          
           
             
               Strange
               !
               that
               with
               grief
               I
               should
               be
               thus
               oppress
               't
               !
               
            
             
               Why
               had
               I
               ever
               lodg'd
               within
               my
               breast
               ,
            
             
               A
               
                 heart
                 of
                 Flint
              
               ,
               that
               never
               could
               comply
            
             
             
               With
               others
               woes
               by
               
                 rules
                 of
                 Sympathy
              
               :
            
             
               Or
               had
               I
               been
               so
               cruelly
               severe
               ,
            
             
               As
               in
               my
               life
               I
               never
               would
               give
               ear
            
             
               To
               th'
               crys
               of
               those
               ,
               who
               did
               sad
               troubles
               feel
               ,
            
             
               And
               'mongst
               the
               billows
               of
               Afflictions
               reel
               ;
            
             
               But
               unconcern'd
               at
               all
               their
               misery
               ,
            
             
               Had
               suffered
               them
               unpityed
               to
               die
               :
            
             
               Then
               had
               I
               merit
               all
               those
               griefs
               ,
               and
               woes
               ,
            
             
               I
               now
               endure
               :
               but
               on
               the
               contrare
               those
               ,
            
             
               Who
               were
               in
               trouble
               ,
               I
               did
               pity
               so
               ,
            
             
               As
               oftentimes
               ,
               tears
               from
               my
               eyes
               would
               flow
               ,
            
             
               When
               any
               I
               beheld
               in
               sad
               estate
               ;
            
             
               Though
               far
               from
               being
               tortur'd
               at
               this
               rate
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               am
               ;
               yet
               my
               kind
               ,
               and
               tender
               soul
            
             
               Would
               these
               mens
               troubles
               heartily
               condole
               ▪
            
             
               Nay
               when
               I
               'de
               hear
               th'
               afflicted
               wretches
               groan
               ,
            
             
               I
               'de
               look
               on
               their
               condition
               ,
               as
               my
               own
               :
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               ah
               ,
               when
               I
               expected
               better
               things
               ,
               
            
             
               For
               this
               complyance
               ;
               with
               
                 sad
                 Sufferings
              
               ,
            
             
               I
               only
               meet
               ;
               all
               the
               reward
               alace
               ,
            
             
               Of
               all
               my
               sighs
               ,
               and
               
                 pious
                 tenderness
              
               ,
            
             
               Is
               nothing
               but
               the
               utmost
               of
               distress
               :
            
             
               
                 Barbarous
                 usage
                 ,
                 Cruelty
                 ,
                 Oppression
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Blows
                 ,
                 Unkind
                 dealings
                 ,
                 Pains
                 beyond
                 expression
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Ingratitude
                 ,
                 Horrour
                 ,
                 and
                 Poverty
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Are
                 all
                 the
                 product
                 of
                 my
                 Charity
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               For
               even
               now
               whilst
               I
               speak
               ,
               I
               find
               such
               pain
               ,
               
            
             
               As
               I
               'me
               not
               able
               longer
               to
               sustain
            
             
               The
               weight
               of
               my
               Afflictions
               ;
               —
               Oh
               I
               faint
               !
            
             
               —
               I
               faint
               indeed
               ,
               now
               all
               my
               strength
               is
               spent
               —
            
             
               —
               Nay
               in
               my
               bowels
               only
               I
               do
               find
            
             
               Such
               pain
               ,
               as
               would
               distract
               a
               constant
               mind
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               this
               cause
               I
               go
               mourning
               all
               the
               day
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               in
               dark
               Holes
               ,
               and
               Corners
               take
               my
               way
               ,
            
             
               To
               Caverns
               ,
               where
               the
               Sun
               beams
               are
               unknown
            
             
               
                 And
                 find
                 some
                 comfort
                 to
                 be
                 there
                 alone
              
               ;
            
             
               Where
               I
               my
               woes
               with
               freedom
               may
               bemoan
               .
            
             
               For
               when
               at
               any
               time
               I
               do
               appear
            
             
               In
               publick
               ,
               O
               how
               I
               'me
               asham'd
               to
               hear
            
             
               
                 My
                 own
                 sad
                 exclamations
              
               :
               alace
               —
            
             
               —
               Now
               every
               day
               I
               see
               my
               own
               disgrace
               :
            
             
               And
               O
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               d'
               ye
               think
               but
               such
               as
               I
               ,
            
             
               Who
               but
               of
               late
               liv'd
               in
               Authority
               ,
            
             
               Amongst
               those
               people
               ,
               do
               now
               think
               it
               sad
               ,
            
             
               
                 To
                 be
                 thus
                 gaz'd
                 on
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 I
                 were
                 mad
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               To
               be
               thus
               gaz'd
               on
               ,
               thus
               constrain'd
               ,
               by
               pain
               ,
               
            
             
               To
               cry
               aloud
               ,
               before
               these
               very
               men
               ,
            
             
               Who
               but
               of
               late
               did
               see
               me
               in
               this
               place
               ,
            
             
               In
               great
               respect
               ,
               but
               now
               in
               sad
               disgrace
            
             
               They
               see
               me
               here
               :
               for
               this
               cause
               do
               I
               fly
            
             
               To
               
                 Woods
                 ,
                 and
                 Desarts
              
               ;
               where
               no
               Humane
               eye
            
             
               May
               in
               the
               least
               perceive
               me
               :
               there
               I
               howl
               ,
            
             
               And
               screigh
               ,
               like
               Dragon
               ,
               there
               the
               
                 dismal
                 Owl
              
               ,
            
             
             
               I
               in
               my
               nightly
               crying
               imitate
               ,
            
             
               And
               these
               and
               I
               are
               now
               associat
               ,
            
             
               
                 For
                 we
                 are
                 all
                 wild
                 ,
                 sad
                 ,
                 and
                 desolate
                 .
              
            
             
               These
               are
               my
               brethren
               ,
               these
               ,
               and
               I
               are
               now
            
             
               Well
               known
               t'
               each
               other
               :
               for
               with
               these
               I
               do
            
             
               Converse
               all
               day
               long
               ,
               and
               all
               night
               we
               keep
            
             
               
                 A
                 doleful
                 consort
              
               ,
               whilst
               all
               others
               sleep
            
          
           
             
               'T
               is
               so
               indeed
               ,
               for
               who
               but
               such
               as
               these
               
            
             
               Would
               converse
               with
               a
               Creature
               in
               my
               case
               :
            
             
               With
               me
               ,
               a
               thing
               so
               fullie
               miserable
               ,
            
             
               As
               all
               that
               I
               can
               speak
               is
               hardly
               able
               ,
            
             
               To
               prove
               I
               'me
               
                 living
                 man
              
               ;
               for
               who
               alace
            
             
               Would
               think
               me
               such
               ,
               by
               looking
               on
               my
               face
               .
            
             
               Am
               not
               I
               
                 black
                 ,
                 deform'd
                 ,
                 and
                 withered
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               (
               save
               that
               I
               am
               not
               yet
               
                 fully
                 dead
              
               ,
               )
            
             
               From
               those
               below
               Ground
               nothing
               differing
               ,
            
             
               But
               suitable
               to
               them
               in
               every
               thing
               .
            
          
           
             
               Hence
               all
               my
               mirth
               is
               gone
               ,
               my
               former
               joys
               
            
             
               Are
               now
               extinguish'd
               ,
               and
               there
               is
               no
               noise
            
             
               Of
               Musick
               in
               my
               House
               ,
               as
               formerly
            
             
               Was
               heard
               ,
               i'
               th'
               days
               of
               my
               prosperity
               .
            
             
               My
               Harp
               doth
               now
               in
               a
               dead
               Gamut
               sound
               ,
            
             
               And
               there
               's
               no
               other
               Musick
               to
               be
               found
               ,
            
             
               Within
               my
               Walls
               ,
               but
               howling
               night
               ,
               and
               day
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               my
               
                 smiling
                 days
              
               are
               shrunk
               away
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Cap.
             XXXI
             .
          
           
             
               ANd
               now
               ,
               my
               friends
               you
               see
               ,
               you
               plainly
               see
               ,
               
            
             
               What
               formerly
               you
               only
               heard
               of
               me
               :
            
             
               You
               see
               a
               
                 sad
                 change
                 of
                 my
                 former
                 state
                 ,
              
            
             
               You
               see
               me
               now
               on
               Dunghill
               ,
               who
               of
               late
            
             
               On
               the
               
                 chief
                 Bench
              
               most
               highly
               honoured
               sate
               .
            
             
               This
               is
               my
               case
               then
               ,
               here
               you
               see
               me
               ly
            
             
               
                 An
                 evidence
                 o'
                 th'
                 instability
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 Humane
                 Grandeur
                 ,
                 a
                 sad
                 precedent
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 Gods
                 displeasure
              
               :
               hither
               I
               am
               sent
            
             
               By
               his
               appointment
               ,
               that
               the
               World
               may
               see
            
             
               His
               love
               ▪
               and
               hate
               alternative
               in
               me
               .
            
             
               One
               ,
               whom
               his
               bountie
               formerlie
               did
               raise
            
             
               And
               blest
               with
               a
               long
               tract
               of
               
                 golden
                 days
              
               ,
            
             
               Free
               of
               all
               
                 Sorrow
                 ,
                 Poverty
                 ,
                 and
                 Pain
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               now
               his
               wrath
               has
               taken
               down
               again
               .
            
             
               Why
               this
               is
               all
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               't
               is
               all
               you
               see
               ,
            
             
               This
               is
               the
               sum
               of
               what
               you
               read
               in
               me
               .
            
             
               Now
               therefore
               ,
               as
               a
               man
               about
               to
               die
               ,
            
             
               Allow
               me
               ,
               pray
               my
               friends
               ,
               the
               libertie
            
             
               In
               a
               few
               words
               to
               make
               a
               short
               relation
            
             
               Of
               my
               short
               life
               ,
               and
               show
               how
               in
               my
               station
               ,
            
             
               I
               laboured
               still
               to
               live
               
                 without
                 offence
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 To
                 God
                 ,
                 and
                 Man
              
               :
               so
               that
               when
               I
               am
               hence
               ,
            
             
               You
               may
               bear
               witness
               to
               the
               World
               what
               were
            
             
             
               My
               dying
               words
               ,
               and
               from
               this
               time
               forbear
            
             
               To
               call
               me
               guilty
               of
               what
               all
               of
               you
            
             
               Make
               it
               your
               work
               to
               fix
               upon
               me
               now
               .
            
             
               Then
               hear
               me
               pray
               ,
               for
               after
               this
               I
               shall
            
             
               Use
               no
               more
               words
               —
               —
            
          
           
             
               First
               then
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               I
               'de
               have
               you
               know
               that
               I
            
             
               Have
               always
               studied
               since
               my
               Infancy
            
             
               
                 The
                 Art
                 of
                 Continence
              
               :
               for
               in
               the
               least
            
             
               An
               
                 unclean
                 thought
              
               never
               possess
               't
               my
               breast
               .
            
             
               I
               always
               hated
               
                 wanton
                 Company
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               still
               dislik'd
               that
               
                 Foolish
                 Railery
              
               ,
            
             
               In
               which
               young
               men
               their
               time
               do
               poorly
               waste
               ,
            
             
               
                 Making
                 their
                 sin
                 the
                 Subject
                 of
                 their
                 Jest.
              
            
             
               Nor
               did
               I
               ere
               desire
               to
               be
               acquaint
            
             
               With
               those
               ,
               
                 whose
                 eyes
                 do
                 make
                 our
                 blood
                 ferment
                 .
              
            
             
               No
               ,
               in
               such
               Intrigues
               ,
               I
               would
               ne're
               engage
               ,
            
             
               Lest
               I
               might
               perish
               by
               
                 Loves
                 cousenage
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               like
               the
               foolish
               young
               men
               of
               our
               time
               ,
            
             
               
                 To
                 purchase
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 think
                 no
                 sin
                 a
                 crime
                 .
              
            
             
               For
               this
               cause
               ,
               knowing
               that
               such
               Fooleries
            
             
               Do
               steal
               in
               at
               
                 the
                 Wicket
                 of
                 the
                 Eyes
              
               :
            
             
               With
               these
               I
               quickly
               did
               confederate
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               my
               Treaty
               ,
               firmly
               stipulate
               ,
            
             
               They
               should
               not
               see
               a
               Maid
               at
               any
               rate
               .
            
             
               They
               should
               not
               on
               
                 that
                 pleasant
                 Object
              
               look
               ,
            
             
               Because
               the
               Bait
               did
               usher
               in
               the
               Hook
               :
            
             
               But
               shun
               to
               see
               
                 that
                 curious
                 piece
                 of
                 Nature
                 ▪
              
            
             
               Lest
               I
               were
               tempted
               with
               
                 its
                 lovely
                 feature
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               with
               my self
               I
               still
               considered
               
            
             
               This
               was
               a
               sin
               by
               Law
               prohibited
               ,
            
             
               A
               
                 crying
                 sin
              
               ,
               and
               therefore
               to
               be
               fear'd
            
             
               In
               
                 Heavens
                 Court
              
               it
               would
               be
               sooner
               heard
            
             
               Then
               I
               my self
               ,
               and
               make
               the
               Divine
               wrath
            
             
               Pursue
               me
               ,
               and
               my
               Familie
               to
               death
               .
            
             
               I
               thought
               too
               with
               my self
               ,
               should
               those
               ,
               who
               claim
            
             
               An
               Interest
               in
               Heaven
               be
               barr'd
               ,
               with
               shame
               ,
            
             
               From
               Gods
               good
               presence
               by
               the
               hateful
               means
            
             
               
                 Of
                 a
                 poor
                 nasty
                 sin
              
               :
               hence
               I
               took
               pains
               ,
            
             
               So
               to
               secure
               my
               heart
               ,
               that
               ,
               at
               no
               time
               ,
            
             
               The
               thoughts
               of
               
                 this
                 abominable
                 crime
              
            
             
               Might
               slip
               into
               it
               :
               and
               for
               one
               short
               pleasure
               ,
            
             
               I
               came
               to
               forfault
               
                 an
                 eternal
                 Treasure
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yes
               
                 an
                 eternal
                 Store
              
               ,
               a
               Happiness
               
            
             
               No
               Humane
               Art
               ,
               or
               Language
               can
               express
               ,
            
             
               For
               one
               
                 poor
                 Moments
                 pleasure
              
               ,
               Lord
               how
               sad
            
             
               To
               think
               that
               any
               man
               should
               be
               so
               mad
               ,
            
             
               As
               for
               a
               triffle
               (
               think
               on
               't
               what
               he
               list
               )
            
             
               
                 Which
                 rather
                 in
                 the
                 Fancy
                 doth
                 subsist
              
            
             
               
                 Then
                 in
                 Fruition
              
               ;
               he
               should
               willfully
            
             
               Quit
               all
               his
               interest
               in
               Eternity
               .
            
             
               For
               sure
               those
               men
               ,
               whom
               God
               doth
               wicked
               call
               ,
            
             
               In
               his
               good
               time
               shall
               be
               destroyed
               all
               :
            
             
               Destroy'd
               ,
               yes
               ,
               and
               that
               by
               singular
            
             
               And
               unknown
               methods
               ,
               not
               as
               others
               are
               ,
            
             
             
               But
               my
               remarkable
               calamities
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               their
               Persons
               ,
               and
               their
               Families
            
             
               They
               shall
               be
               rooted
               out
               :
               and
               men
               shall
               know
            
             
               That
               God
               is
               just
               .
            
          
           
             
               Besides
               I
               know
               that
               his
               all-seeing
               eye
               ,
               
            
             
               Was
               not
               to
               be
               deceiv'd
               
                 by
                 secrecy
              
               :
            
             
               Nor
               could
               my
               sin
               so
               cunninglie
               be
               hatch't
               ,
            
             
               But
               in
               the
               very
               thought
               I
               should
               be
               catch't
               :
            
             
               My
               heart
               should
               be
               exposed
               to
               his
               sight
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               my
               hidden
               councils
               brought
               to
               light
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               ,
               as
               ▪
               I
               ▪
               liv'd
               in
               
                 spotless
                 continence
              
               ,
               
            
             
               So
               ,
               further
               ,
               to
               improve
               my
               innocence
               ;
            
             
               In
               all
               my
               dealings
               I
               was
               just
               ,
               and
               square
               ,
            
             
               With
               every
               man
               ,
               
                 my
                 actions
                 were
                 fair
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Sincere
                 ,
                 ingenuous
                 ,
                 honest
                 ,
                 regular
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               For
               proof
               of
               which
               ,
               I
               wish
               my
               God
               would
               try
               ,
               
            
             
               The
               value
               of
               my
               lifes
               integrity
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               my
               actions
               as
               in
               ballance
               poize
               ,
            
             
               Then
               't
               would
               be
               fullie
               seen
               what
               was
               my
               choice
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yes
               't
               would
               be
               seen
               ,
               and
               that
               so
               clearlie
               too
               ,
               
            
             
               As
               from
               that
               weighing
               ,
               without
               more
               adoe
               ,
            
             
               The
               world
               might
               see
               how
               much
               I
               took
               delite
            
             
               In
               God
               ,
               
                 and
                 that
                 I
                 ▪
                 am
                 no
                 hypocrite
                 .
              
            
             
               For
               if
               I
               ever
               have
               endeavoured
            
             
               To
               cozen
               mortal
               man
               ,
               or
               studied
            
             
               How
               to
               compel
               a
               man
               o're-grown
               with
               debt
               ,
            
             
               To
               let
               me
               have
               his
               Lands
               below
               the
               rate
               :
            
             
               Or
               in
               my
               bargains
               such
               advantage
               tane
               ,
            
             
               As
               would
               ha'
               been
               ,
               perhaps
               ,
               by
               other
               men
            
             
               On
               such
               occasions
               ;
               where
               necessity
            
             
               Oblig'd
               th'
               
                 unwilling
                 Borrower
              
               to
               comply
            
             
               With
               th'
               avarice
               o'
               th'
               Lender
               ,
               nay
               ,
               if
               e're
            
             
               I
               in
               a
               
                 durty
                 action
              
               did
               appear
               :
            
          
           
             
               Then
               of
               afflictions
               would
               I
               not
               complain
               ,
               
            
             
               Nor
               thus
               with
               sighs
               resent
               my
               present
               pain
               .
            
             
               Nor
               would
               I
               think
               it
               strange
               at
               all
               to
               see
            
             
               How
               others
               feed
               ,
               on
               what
               was
               sown
               by
               me
               .
            
             
               How
               others
               now
               my
               Lands
               ,
               and
               Means
               possesse
               ▪
            
             
               And
               worse
               then
               any
               Beggar
               ,
               here
               ,
               alace
               ,
            
             
               I
               who
               was
               Lord
               of
               all
               you
               see
               around
               ,
            
             
               Deform'd
               ,
               and
               dying
               ,
               grovel
               on
               the
               ground
               ;
            
             
               Nor
               How
               my
               
                 goodly
                 Family
              
               of
               late
               ,
            
             
               Now
               either
               is
               in
               grave
               ,
               or
               dissipate
               ,
            
             
               Like
               Chaff
               before
               the
               Wind
               ,
               and
               I
               alone
            
             
               Survive
               these
               losses
               ,
               only
               to
               bemoan
            
             
               What
               cannot
               be
               recovered
               ;
               
                 and
                 stead
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 living
                 ,
                 only
                 do
                 envy
                 the
                 dead
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               No
               ,
               I
               would
               not
               think
               all
               these
               judgements
               strange
               ,
               
            
             
               Nor
               ,
               in
               that
               case
               would
               I
               deplore
               my
               change
               ,
            
             
               But
               O
               ,
               such
               things
               I
               never
               would
               practise
               ,
            
             
               O
               no
               ,
               I
               never
               would
               permit
               my
               eyes
            
             
               To
               look
               upon
               an
               object
               ,
               how
               so
               e're
               ,
            
             
               I'
               th'
               eyes
               o'
               world
               beautiful
               ,
               and
               fair
               ,
            
             
               That
               might
               occasion
               sin
               :
               no
               ,
               at
               no
               rate
               ,
            
             
             
               But
               all
               those
               things
               I
               did
               abominate
               .
            
             
               I
               did
               abhor
               those
               hateful
               practices
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               the
               names
               of
               
                 Whores
                 and
                 Mistrisses
              
               ,
            
             
               I
               'de
               stop
               my
               ears
               :
               I
               never
               had
               design
            
             
               Upon
               
                 my
                 Neighbours
                 Wife
                 ,
                 or
                 Concubine
                 .
              
            
             
               For
               if
               at
               any
               time
               a
               Female
               eye
            
             
               Hath
               rais'd
               and
               swol'n
               my
               passion
               so
               hie
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               should
               venture
               on
               Adultery
               :
            
             
               If
               I
               have
               been
               enticed
               by
               a
               Whore
               ,
            
             
               Or
               have
               set
               Spyes
               before
               my
               Neighbours
               Door
               ,
            
             
               T'
               observe
               the
               glances
               of
               
                 his
                 amorous
                 Wife
              
               ,
            
             
               Or
               robb'd
               him
               of
               the
               pleasures
               of
               his
               life
               ,
            
             
               
                 By
                 close
                 appointments
                 ,
                 and
                 dark
                 assignations
                 ,
              
            
             
               Where
               I
               have
               had
               my
               will
               at
               all
               occasions
               :
            
          
           
             
               Then
               were
               it
               just
               my
               Wife
               should
               be
               so
               us'd
               
            
             
               As
               I
               my self
               had
               others
               Wives
               abus'd
               ,
            
             
               'T
               were
               just
               that
               she
               her self
               should
               prostitute
            
             
               For
               hire
               ,
               without
               he
               trouble
               of
               a
               sute
            
             
               To
               every
               
                 Porter
                 ,
                 Foot-man
                 ,
                 Slave
                 ,
                 or
                 Groom
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               for
               all
               Comers
               keep
               an
               open
               
                 open
                 Room
              
               ,
            
             
               That
               all
               l
               've
               injured
               (
               in
               that
               humble
               state
               )
            
             
               May
               their
               affronts
               on
               her
               retalliate
               .
            
          
           
             
               Besides
               ,
               I
               know
               this
               was
               a
               sin
               so
               foul
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               so
               provocking
               ,
               as
               my
               very
               soul
            
             
               Did
               still
               abhor
               it
               :
               I
               did
               still
               detest
            
             
               
                 This
                 treacherous
                 Crime
              
               ,
               nor
               would
               I
               in
               the
               least
            
             
               By
               any
               means
               into
               ●s
               Clutches
               fall
               ;
            
             
               Nor
               would
               I
               hearken
               to
               th'
               Adulteress
               call
               ,
            
             
               Though
               by
               the
               Laws
               it
               were
               not
               capital
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               sin
               I
               alwayes
               thought
               in
               Heavens
               sight
               
            
             
               So
               black
               and
               ugly
               ,
               
                 that
                 it
                 hates
                 the
                 light
              
            
             
               
                 No
                 more
                 than
                 God
                 hates
                 ●t
                 :
              
               a
               dreadful
               sin
               ,
            
             
               From
               whence
               his
               wrath
               doth
               usually
               begin
            
             
               Against
               its
               Actors
               ,
               and
               pursues
               the
               Chace
            
             
               To
               th'
               utmost
               extirpation
               of
               their
               Race
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               was
               my
               life
               ,
               this
               was
               my
               conversation
               ,
               
            
             
               Thus
               without
               blemish
               in
               my
               reputation
               ,
            
             
               I
               alwayes
               liv'd
               ,
               and
               never
               deviate
            
             
               From
               
                 Virtues
                 narrow
                 road
              
               :
               and
               ,
               as
               with
               hate
            
             
               I
               still
               rejected
               all
               incontinence
               .
            
             
               So
               in
               the
               peace
               of
               a
               
                 good
                 Conscience
              
               ,
            
             
               I
               liv'd
               secure
               ,
               whilst
               I
               administrate
            
             
               Both
               in
               my
               publick
               ,
               and
               my
               private
               state
               ,
            
             
               Justice
               to
               all
               men
               :
               for
               to
               th'
               meanest
               slave
            
             
               Within
               my
               Walls
               ,
               I
               'de
               the
               same
               way
               behave
            
             
               In
               point
               of
               right
               ,
               when
               they
               'd
               to
               me
               complain
            
             
               Of
               any
               wrong
               ,
               as
               to
               the
               greatest
               men
            
             
               I'
               th'
               Countrey
               ,
               in
               their
               sutes
               ,
               and
               after
               all
               ,
            
             
               I
               thought
               it
               but
               my
               duty
               .
               —
            
          
           
             
               For
               in
               my
               mind
               I
               oft
               considered
               
            
             
               That
               those
               
                 poor
                 slaves
              
               ,
               though
               they
               by
               Law
               were
               made
            
             
               My
               servile
               Subjects
               ,
               yet
               both
               they
               and
               I
            
             
               Were
               subject
               to
               that
               King
               who
               sits
               on
               high
            
             
               That
               Supream
               Judge
               ,
               who
               deals
               impartially
            
             
               With
               all
               men
               ..
            
             
             
               So
               that
               if
               I
               during
               
                 my
                 eminence
              
               ,
            
             
               To
               any
               of
               these
               men
               had
               done
               offence
               ;
            
             
               Had
               I
               refus'd
               to
               hear
               their
               exclamations
               ,
            
             
               Or
               of
               their
               wrongs
               refus'd
               them
               reparations
               ;
            
             
               Had
               I
               abused
               that
               authority
               ,
            
             
               Which
               I
               had
               o're
               those
               wretches
               ,
               what
               could
               I
               ,
            
             
               Pray
               what
               could
               I
               with
               reason
               have
               expected
            
             
               Might
               be
               my
               doom
               ?
               for
               if
               I
               had
               neglected
            
             
               My
               duty
               to
               the
               meanest
               here
               below
               ,
            
             
               Or
               e're
               deny'd
               them
               justice
               ,
               even
               so
            
             
               When
               God
               in
               justice
               'gainst
               me
               should
               proceed
               ,
            
             
               I
               might
               my
               sin
               then
               in
               my
               judgement
               read
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               with
               my self
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               I
               alwayes
               thought
               
            
             
               That
               though
               
                 those
                 men
              
               I
               had
               with
               Money
               bought
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               by
               Law
               had
               pow'r
               of
               life
               and
               death
            
             
               Over
               them
               all
               ,
               and
               might
               have
               in
               my
               wrath
            
             
               Kill'd
               them
               ,
               like
               beasts
               ,
               
                 yet
                 these
                 poor
                 souls
                 were
                 men
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 As
                 well
                 as
                 I
              
               ,
               and
               that
               a
               time
               was
               ,
               when
            
             
               
                 Those
                 now
                 distinguished
                 by
                 Law
                 ,
                 and
                 I
              
            
             
               
                 Did
                 undistinguish'd
                 in
                 the
                 belly
                 ly
                 .
              
            
             
               For
               in
               the
               womb
               what
               the
               Almighty
               frames
            
             
               This
               only
               Man
               ,
               and
               that
               he
               Woman
               names
               :
            
             
               No
               more
               distinction
               there
               :
               no
               in
               that
               Cell
            
             
               Without
               Precedence
               all
               as
               Brethren
               dwell
               ;
            
             
               There
               is
               no
               Master
               ,
               there
               's
               no
               Servant
               there
               ;
            
             
               For
               in
               the
               sight
               of
               God
               all
               do
               appear
            
             
               But
               as
               one
               
                 Plastick
                 matter
              
               ,
               out
               of
               which
            
             
               His
               mighty
               hand
               doth
               form
               both
               poor
               and
               rich
               .
            
             
               He
               whom
               the
               world
               doth
               honourable
               name
               ,
            
             
               And
               he
               whom
               mean
               ,
               and
               base
               ,
               is
               there
               the
               same
               .
            
             
               There
               's
               no
               such
               thing
               there
               ,
               as
               we
               birth
               do
               call
               ,
            
             
               
                 For
                 there
                 's
                 but
                 one
                 birth
                 in
                 t'
                 th'
                 Original
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 One
                 common
                 source
                 ,
                 from
                 whence
                 we
                 trindle
                 all
                 .
              
            
             
               Though
               as
               we
               daily
               see
               how
               from
               one
               spring
            
             
               Several
               petty
               Rivers
               issuing
               ,
            
             
               Swoln
               up
               by
               other
               Rivers
               in
               the
               stream
               ,
            
             
               Do
               purchase
               to
               themselves
               a
               lofty
               name
               .
            
             
               
                 So
                 the
                 poor
                 aery
                 notion
                 of
                 blood
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Though
                 in
                 the
                 fountain
                 barely
                 understood
              
            
             
               
                 To
                 be
                 one
                 species
              
               (
               what
               so
               e're
               esteem
            
             
               Th'
               applause
               of
               men
               put
               on
               it
               in
               the
               stream
               )
            
             
               
                 As
                 it
                 in
                 several
                 Veins
                 scaturiats
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Is
                 valued
                 by
                 the
                 Worlds
                 Book
                 of
                 Rates
                 .
              
            
             
               Which
               slights
               the
               Fountain
               ,
               but
               respects
               the
               Streams
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 this
                 Blood
                 base
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 Blood
                 Noble
                 names
                 .
              
            
             
               But
               in
               
                 the
                 Mass
              
               there
               is
               no
               difference
               ,
            
             
               No
               formal
               quality
               ,
               no
               excellence
               .
            
             
               Nor
               even
               in
               the
               stream
               can
               sharpest
               eye
            
             
               Perceive
               a
               
                 Physical
                 disparity
              
            
             
               'Twixt
               this
               ,
               and
               t'
               other
               Blood
               ,
               for
               all
               appear
            
             
               Of
               the
               same
               colour
               all
               are
               equal
               there
               :
            
             
               Yes
               ,
               let
               a
               Princes
               ,
               and
               a
               Peasants
               Veins
            
             
               Be
               Launc'd
               together
               ,
               there
               's
               no
               difference
            
             
               Betwixt
               the
               two
               :
               for
               both
               of
               them
               to
               th'
               eye
            
             
             
               Appear
               to
               be
               of
               a
               
                 bright
                 Scarlet
                 dye
              
               .
            
             
               Only
               as
               
                 Iron
                 ,
                 Copper
                 ,
                 Lead
              
               ,
               or
               Brasse
               ,
            
             
               Esteemed
               but
               base
               Mettals
               in
               
                 the
                 Masse
              
               .
            
             
               Are
               soon
               ,
               by
               Princes
               orders
               rais'd
               as
               high
               ,
            
             
               As
               Gold
               in
               value
               :
               and
               do
               signify
            
             
               As
               much
               in
               Commerce
               ,
               and
               in
               Bargains
               go
               ,
            
             
               At
               no
               lesse
               rate
               if
               they
               will
               have
               it
               so
               .
            
             
               Even
               so
               a
               Princes
               favour
               ,
               when
               it
               shines
               ,
            
             
               On
               this
               ,
               or
               'tother
               Blood
               ,
               in
               
                 direct
                 Lines
              
               ,
            
             
               It
               raises
               soon
               the
               value
               of
               the
               thing
               ,
            
             
               And
               this
               ,
               or
               'tother
               Blood
               to
               hight
               doth
               bring
               .
            
             
               Which
               were
               as
               mean
               as
               others
               in
               the
               spring
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               let
               me
               tell
               you
               ,
               in
               a
               sober
               sense
               ,
            
             
               I
               truly
               think
               there
               is
               great
               difference
            
             
               Betwixt
               that
               Blood
               stamp'd
               by
               a
               Prince
               ,
               and
               that
               ,
            
             
               On
               which
               unspoted
               Virtue
               sets
               a
               rate
               ,
            
             
               The
               first
               ,
               like
               vapours
               by
               the
               Sun
               exhal'd
            
             
               From
               Lakes
               ,
               and
               Ditches
               ,
               justly
               may
               be
               call'd
               ,
            
             
               Which
               do
               not
               firmly
               in
               the
               Clouds
               remain
               ,
            
             
               But
               quickly
               either
               in
               
                 Hail
                 ,
                 Snow
              
               ,
               or
               Rain
               ,
            
             
               Do
               from
               their
               stations
               tumble
               down
               again
               .
            
             
               For
               as
               by
               
                 Princes
                 smiles
              
               ,
               that
               Blood
               was
               rais'd
               ,
            
             
               So
               by
               their
               frowns
               ,
               it
               is
               as
               soon
               debas'd
               .
            
             
               Their
               anger
               taints
               that
               current
               in
               a
               tryce
               ;
            
             
               On
               which
               their
               favour
               lately
               set
               a
               price
               ,
            
             
               Which
               now
               diverted
               from
               its
               former
               course
               ,
            
             
               Appears
               as
               low
               ,
               and
               cheap
               as
               in
               
                 the
                 source
              
               .
            
             
               But
               that
               by
               virtue
               rais'd
               ,
               we
               may
               compare
            
             
               To
               
                 Elemental
                 waters
              
               ,
               which
               do
               there
            
             
               Dwell
               ,
               with
               a
               firm
               design
               of
               remanence
               ,
            
             
               And
               are
               not
               easily
               to
               be
               pumped
               thence
               .
            
             
               
                 For
                 that
                 by
                 virtue
                 rais'd
                 ,
                 cannot
                 be
                 stain'd
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 So
                 long
                 as
                 that
                 its
                 motion
                 doth
                 attend
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Which
                 gave
                 its
                 Being
              
               :
               and
               through
               Princes
               wrath
               ,
            
             
               The
               owner
               of
               that
               Blood
               may
               bring
               to
               death
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               still
               it
               lives
               in
               his
               Posterity
               ,
            
             
               And
               runs
               i'
               th'
               Channel
               of
               a
               Memory
               ,
            
             
               
                 For
                 Virtue
                 's
                 only
                 true
                 Nobility
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               where
               's
               the
               man
               ,
               that
               boasts
               of
               
                 Noble
                 Race
                 ▪
              
            
             
               Can
               he
               his
               Blood
               from
               other
               Fountain
               trace
               ,
            
             
               Then
               that
               
                 o'
                 th'
                 Womb
              
               ,
               in
               which
               the
               poorest
               slave
               ,
            
             
               Who
               has
               no
               foot
               of
               Earth
               besides
               his
               Grave
               ,
            
             
               Has
               as
               much
               interest
               ,
               as
               he
               ,
               and
               can
            
             
               Derive
               his
               Line
               from
               
                 th'
                 ancient
                 House
                 of
                 Man
              
               ,
            
             
               As
               well
               as
               those
               ,
               who
               ,
               with
               great
               vanity
               ,
            
             
               Can
               point
               the
               series
               of
               their
               Family
               .
            
             
               O
               then
               ,
               what
               fools
               must
               these
               be
               understood
               ,
            
             
               Who
               void
               of
               Virtue
               ,
               only
               boast
               of
               Blood
               !
            
             
               Who
               think
               their
               Birth
               affords
               them
               liberty
               ,
            
             
               Beyond
               the
               vulgar
               ,
               in
               all
               villany
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 sin
                 according
                 to
                 their
                 quality
                 .
              
            
             
               Sure
               these
               must
               be
               the
               worst
               of
               men
               ,
               sure
               these
            
             
               Of
               humane
               blood
               must
               be
               the
               
                 very
                 lees
              
               :
            
             
               Yet
               such
               there
               are
               ,
               and
               such
               will
               always
               be
               ,
            
             
             
               Who
               by
               
                 the
                 fable
                 of
                 their
                 Pedigree
              
               ,
            
             
               Make
               way
               through
               
                 every
                 sin
              
               ,
               as
               if
               ,
               
                 what
                 shame
              
            
             
               
                 Forbids
                 the
                 Vulgar
                 ,
                 were
                 allow'd
                 to
                 them
                 .
              
            
             
               And
               when
               they
               've
               made
               a
               way
               in
               luxury
               ,
            
             
               Their
               own
               Estates
               ,
               then
               do
               they
               by
               ,
               and
               by
               ,
            
             
               Practise
               new
               arts
               ,
               and
               fall
               on
               several
               ways
               ,
            
             
               How
               they
               may
               live
               ,
               and
               waste
               some
               foolish
               days
               ,
            
             
               Though
               they
               at
               last
               should
               beg
               from
               door
               ,
               to
               door
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               whilst
               they
               can
               ,
               they
               feed
               upon
               the
               poor
               .
            
          
           
             
               Why
               now
               should
               all
               
                 these
                 men
                 of
                 quality
              
               ,
            
             
               Consider
               ,
               but
               sometime
               ,
               as
               well
               as
               I
               ,
            
             
               Have
               always
               done
               ,
               that
               as
               we
               all
               do
               flow
            
             
               From
               
                 the
                 head
                 fountain
                 of
                 the
                 Womb
                 ,
              
               even
               so
            
             
               When
               we
               in
               streams
               have
               squandred
               here
               ,
               and
               there
            
             
               Where
               ,
               in
               the
               eyes
               o'
               th'
               world
               ,
               we
               do
               appear
               ,
            
             
               One
               rais'd
               in
               value
               far
               above
               another
               ,
            
             
               And
               now
               disdain
               to
               give
               the
               name
               of
               Brother
               ,
            
             
               To
               such
               as
               are
               indeed
               as
               good
               as
               we
               ,
            
             
               In
               th'
               eves
               of
               God
               :
               not
               dreaming
               we
               shall
               see
            
             
               Those
               Monuments
               of
               our
               low
               Birth
               once
               more
               ,
            
             
               In
               the
               same
               rank
               with
               us
               ,
               as
               we
               before
            
             
               Have
               seen
               ,
               why
               after
               all
               ,
               alacc
               ,
               we
               find
               ,
            
             
               
                 We
                 're
                 all
                 but
                 Dust
                 ,
                 all
                 of
                 one
                 common
                 kind
                 .
              
            
             
               For
               in
               our
               pride
               ,
               when
               we
               have
               run
               our
               course
               ,
            
             
               As
               once
               we
               lay
               together
               in
               the
               source
               ,
            
             
               So
               
                 Noble
                 ,
                 Base
              
               ,
               and
               Mean
               ,
               all
               die
               as
               men
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               Grave
               we
               poorly
               meet
               again
               .
            
             
               And
               then
               brave
               Blood
               !
               thou
               quaint
               device
               of
               men
               !
            
             
               How
               wilt
               thou
               rank
               thy
               Lineages
               then
               !
            
             
               Pray
               ,
               what
               will
               be
               thy
               value
               ,
               what
               thy
               rate
               ,
            
             
               When
               in
               the
               Grave
               we
               're
               all
               incorporate
               :
            
             
               
                 When
                 in
                 the
                 cloysters
                 of
                 Mortality
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 As
                 in
                 the
                 Womb
                 we
                 undistinguish'd
                 ly
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 What
                 's
                 then
                 the
                 use
                 of
                 thy
                 vain
                 Heraldry
              
            
             
               All
               poor
               ,
               and
               low
               ,
               all
               naked
               there
               appear
               ,
            
             
               And
               we
               know
               none
               of
               thy
               distinctions
               there
               .
            
             
               Then
               why
               should
               I
               have
               done
               the
               least
               offence
               ,
            
             
               To
               any
               Creature
               ,
               who
               in
               Natures
               sense
               ,
            
             
               Is
               of
               as
               good
               Extraction
               ,
               and
               as
               dear
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               in
               Gods
               sight
               ,
               as
               I
               my
               felf
               appear
               .
            
          
           
             
               These
               were
               my
               thoughts
               ,
               these
               were
               my
               meditations
               ,
               
            
             
               These
               were
               my
               reasons
               ,
               which
               at
               all
               occasions
               ,
            
             
               Mov'd
               me
               for
               all
               men
               ,
               to
               have
               Charity
               :
            
             
               So
               that
               with
               no
               man
               I
               dealt
               cruelly
               .
            
             
               But
               ,
               on
               the
               contrair
               ,
               when
               the
               poor
               mans
               cause
            
             
               Was
               ruin'd
               by
               
                 the
                 rigour
                 of
                 the
                 Laws
              
               ;
            
             
               (
               As
               oft
               it
               happens
               )
               their
               severity
               .
            
             
               I
               'd
               temper
               with
               
                 some
                 grains
                 of
                 equity
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               do
               him
               all
               the
               favour
               I
               could
               do
            
             
               With
               a
               safe
               Conscience
               :
               the
               poor
               widow
               too
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               Cause
               before
               me
               lay
               ,
               I
               'd
               chearfully
            
             
               Assist
               :
               and
               to
               period
               speedily
            
             
               Conduct
               her
               suit
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Nor
               was
               I
               less
               kind
               in
               my
               private
               state
               
            
             
               To
               all
               in
               want
               ,
               for
               I
               would
               never
               eat
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               with
               contentment
               ,
               take
               my
               daily
               fare
               ,
            
             
               Unless
               some
               Orphans
               with
               me
               had
               a
               share
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               from
               my
               youth
               I
               had
               great
               tenderness
               
            
             
               Both
               for
               the
               Widow
               ,
               and
               the
               Fatherless
               :
            
             
               To
               these
               ,
               when
               some
               Relations
               had
               refus'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               others
               of
               'em
               crav'd
               to
               be
               excus'd
            
             
               From
               being
               Tutors
               ,
               I
               'de
               in
               Charity
               ,
            
             
               Take
               on
               my self
               
                 th'
                 office
                 of
                 Tutory
              
            
             
               Of
               these
               poor
               Creatures
               ,
               though
               th'
               administration
            
             
               I
               knew
               would
               yield
               me
               nothing
               but
               vexation
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               ,
               —
            
             
               When
               with
               great
               pains
               ,
               I
               had
               recovered
            
             
               Their
               
                 squandred
                 means
              
               ,
               and
               in
               some
               fashion
               made
            
             
               Provisions
               for
               them
               ,
               when
               they
               came
               to
               be
            
             
               Of
               age
               (
               though
               truly
               strangers
               all
               to
               me
               )
            
             
               Why
               after
               all
               my
               toil
               ,
               I
               might
               conclude
               ,
            
             
               To
               meet
               with
               nothing
               but
               ingratitude
            
             
               From
               these
               my
               Pupills
               ▪
               
                 as
                 is
                 ordinar
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 For
                 most
                 of
                 honest
                 men
                 who
                 Tutors
                 are
                 ,
              
            
             
               Yet
               knowing
               well
               that
               men
               in
               Charity
            
             
               Each
               others
               wants
               are
               oblig'd
               to
               supply
               ,
            
             
               Though
               with
               their
               own
               loss
               ,
               an
               in
               such
               a
               case
               ,
            
             
               Had
               I
               refurd
               that
               Office
               to
               embrace
               ,
            
             
               VVhy
               those
               
                 poor
                 Orphans
              
               had
               become
               a
               prey
            
             
               To
               every
               Petty-fogger
               ,
               who
               'd
               betray
            
             
               Their
               Pupills
               interest
               ,
               and
               not
               care
               a
               whit
               ,
            
             
               To
               ruine
               them
               ,
               for
               their
               own
               benefit
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               might
               this
               prevent
               without
               regard
            
             
               To
               th'
               trouble
               of
               it
               ,
               or
               my
               bad
               reward
               ,
            
             
               I
               never
               would
               refuse
               at
               all
               occasions
            
             
               To
               take
               upon
               me
               such
               administrations
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               not
               to
               these
               alone
               my
               charity
               
            
             
               Extended
               ,
               whose
               weak
               pupularity
            
             
               Did
               render
               them
               obnoxious
               to
               the
               tricks
            
             
               Of
               all
               contriving
               
                 Guardian
                 Empyricks
              
               :
            
             
               But
               ev'n
               to
               those
               of
               age
               ,
               whom
               poverty
            
             
               Had
               hurried
               into
               want
               ,
               and
               misery
               ,
            
             
               At
               all
               times
               I
               'de
               extend
               my
               charity
               .
            
             
               I
               'de
               give
               them
               food
               ,
               I
               'de
               give
               them
               raiment
               too
               ,
            
             
               And
               pensions
               out
               of
               my
               own
               stores
               allow
            
             
               For
               their
               subsistence
               :
               so
               that
               I
               may
               say
            
             
               VVith
               a
               safe
               Conscience
               ,
               —
            
             
               If
               ever
               mortal
               stood
               before
               my
               door
               ,
            
             
               VVhom
               th'
               only
               hand
               of
               God
               had
               rendred
               poor
               ,
            
             
               (
               For
               of
               such
               
                 canting
                 Rogues
              
               ,
               as
               do
               oppress
            
             
               The
               Countrey
               with
               a
               begging
               idleness
               ,
            
             
               I
               do
               not
               mean
               )
               but
               if
               e're
               he
               ,
               I
               say
               ,
            
             
               VVho
               truly
               merit
               Alms
               ,
               did
               go
               away
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               begging
               at
               my
               door
               ,
               without
               supply
            
             
               Of
               both
               food
               and
               apparel
               ,
               or
               did
               ly
            
             
               VVithout
               my
               walls
               ,
               in
               winters
               cold
               ,
               and
               snow
               ,
            
             
               Naked
               ,
               so
               far
               as
               ever
               I
               did
               know
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               For
               on
               the
               contrare
               ,
               I
               did
               with
               much
               care
               
            
             
               Cloathing
               provide
               for
               those
               ,
               who
               truly
               were
            
             
               Objects
               of
               Charity
               ,
               that
               every
               day
            
             
               Those
               Creatures
               ,
               for
               my
               well-being
               ,
               would
               pray
               ,
            
             
               And
               when
               they
               on
               their
               Garments
               look't
               ,
               would
               blesse
            
             
               The
               man
               who
               kindly
               clad
               them
               with
               his
               Fleece
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               ever
               I
               took
               pleasure
               to
               oppresse
               ,
               
            
             
               Or
               ,
               in
               the
               least
               injure
               the
               fatherlesse
               ,
            
             
               By
               unjust
               suits
               :
               though
               by
               my
               influence
            
             
               Upon
               the
               Judges
               ,
               I
               might
               have
               from
               thence
            
             
               Expected
               what
               I
               pleas'd
               ,
               and
               they
               had
               been
            
             
               Well
               pleas'd
               to
               favour
               me
               ,
               though
               they
               had
               seen
            
             
               On
               my
               side
               
                 flat
                 injustice
              
               :
               yet
               would
               these
            
             
               Jump
               o're
               the
               belly
               of
               the
               Laws
               ,
               to
               please
            
             
               So
               great
               a
               man
               as
               I
               was
               :
               no
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
            
             
               I
               scorn'd
               to
               use
               my
               power
               for
               such
               bad
               ends
               ,
            
             
               I
               did
               abhor
               such
               shifts
               ,
               and
               did
               detest
            
             
               Those
               
                 sneaking
                 Judges
              
               ,
               who
               would
               dar
               to
               wrest
            
             
               Justice
               ,
               to
               favour
               any
               man
               ,
               or
               bend
            
             
               The
               
                 bow
                 of
                 Law
              
               so
               high
               ,
               to
               please
               a
               friend
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               ever
               then
               ,
               I
               say
               ,
               I
               did
               practise
               
            
             
               Such
               unjust
               courses
               ,
               or
               did
               make
               a
               prize
            
             
               Of
               any
               Orphan
               ,
               as
               I
               might
               ha'
               done
            
             
               In
               former
               times
               ,
               had
               I
               been
               such
               an
               one
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               've
               been
               represented
               ,
               when
               my
               state
            
             
               Was
               high
               ,
               and
               powerful
               ,
               thus
               I
               imprecate
               ,
            
             
               If
               I
               be
               guilty
               of
               such
               villany
               ,
            
             
               Then
               let
               this
               arm
               you
               see
               be
               instantly
            
             
               ▪
               Torn
               from
               my
               shoulder
               ,
               let
               the
               flesh
               anon
            
             
               In
               a
               foul
               Gangreen
               rot
               off
               from
               the
               bone
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               why
               should
               I
               ,
               who
               firmly
               did
               believe
               ,
               
            
             
               The
               eye
               of
               God
               did
               all
               mens
               ways
               perceive
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               ,
               that
               God
               ,
               who
               surely
               hears
               the
               cry
            
             
               Of
               all
               oppressed
               ,
               will
               undoubtedly
            
             
               In
               his
               good
               time
               ,
               upon
               such
               wicked
               men
               ,
            
             
               Death
               ,
               and
               Destruction
               ,
               plentifully
               rain
               .
            
             
               Why
               ,
               my
               good
               friends
               ,
               should
               I
               who
               stood
               in
               awe
               ,
            
             
               Of
               his
               great
               Power
               ,
               ha'
               violate
               his
               Law
               :
            
             
               No
               ,
               no
               ,
               I
               knew
               my
               Maker
               was
               too
               high
            
             
               To
               be
               out-brav'd
               by
               such
               a
               one
               as
               I
               ,
            
             
               And
               therefore
               I
               such
               practises
               forbore
               ,
            
             
               Through
               fear
               of
               him
               :
               and
               truly
               did
               abhore
            
             
               All
               unjust
               dealings
               ,
               that
               I
               might
               comply
            
             
               In
               all
               my
               actings
               with
               that
               Majesty
               ,
            
             
               Who
               is
               all
               justice
               ,
               and
               pure
               equity
               .
            
          
           
             
               Again
               ,
               because
               I
               did
               my self
               perswade
               ,
               
            
             
               Gold
               was
               the
               root
               of
               every
               thing
               that
               's
               bad
               ;
            
             
               And
               that
               the
               love
               of
               Riches
               did
               entice
               ,
            
             
               The
               best
               of
               men
               to
               be
               in
               love
               with
               vice
               ;
            
             
               
                 (
                 For
                 he
                 ,
                 whose
                 Soul
                 doth
                 in
                 his
                 Coffers
                 dwell
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 With
                 Bag
                 ,
                 and
                 Baggage
                 ,
                 marches
                 straight
                 to
                 Hell.
                 )
              
            
             
               For
               this
               cause
               ,
               when
               in
               wealth
               I
               did
               abound
               ,
            
             
               And
               my
               huge
               riches
               made
               a
               mighty
               ●ound
            
             
               Amongst
               my
               neighbours
               ,
               I
               would
               never
               rate
            
             
             
               My
               happinesse
               by
               
                 th'
                 bulk
                 of
                 my
                 Estate
              
               .
            
             
               No
               ,
               no
               ,
               I
               look'd
               on
               all
               I
               did
               enjoy
            
             
               Not
               worth
               my
               thoughts
               ,
               nor
               would
               I
               e're
               employ
            
             
               The
               least
               part
               of
               my
               time
               in
               valuing
            
             
               My self
               in
               that
               contentment
               Gold
               doth
               bring
               :
            
             
               For
               ,
               though
               as
               much
               as
               many
               I
               possess
               't
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               on
               that
               dust
               my
               spirit
               did
               not
               rest
               ,
            
             
               I
               never
               look'd
               on
               't
               as
               a
               sure
               defence
            
             
               'Gainst
               misery
               ,
               nor
               plac'd
               my
               confidence
            
             
               In
               that
               weak
               Rampart
               ,
               as
               if
               all
               my
               store
               ,
            
             
               (
               Although
               I
               had
               possess'd
               some
               ten
               times
               more
               )
            
             
               Had
               e're
               been
               able
               to
               withstand
               one
               hour
               ,
            
             
               The
               Battery
               of
               Divine
               Wrath.
            
             
               No
               ,
               no
               ▪
               what
               's
               all
               ,
               that
               we
               on
               Earth
               possesse
               ,
            
             
               Our
               Lands
               ,
               our
               Stores
               ,
               our
               Money
               ,
               what
               ,
               alace
               ,
            
             
               Do
               all
               these
               triffles
               signify
               when
               wrath
            
             
               From
               Heaven
               assault
               us
               !
               or
               approaching
               Death
            
             
               Hangs
               out
               his
               
                 bloody
                 Flag
              
               ,
               and
               bids
               us
               soon
            
             
               Yeeld
               up
               our
               Fortresse
               ,
               or
               he
               'll
               throw
               it
               down
               .
            
             
               O
               where
               are
               all
               our
               Stores
               ,
               and
               Treasures
               then
               !
            
             
               Where
               all
               our
               Wealth
               ,
               which
               with
               much
               toile
               ,
               and
               pain
               ,
            
             
               We'd
               had
               rear'd
               up
               ,
               as
               a
               most
               sure
               defence
            
             
               Against
               all
               troubles
               !
               where
               's
               that
               confidence
               ,
            
             
               Which
               in
               our
               count'nance
               did
               before
               appear
               ,
            
             
               Where
               's
               all
               our
               hope
               !
               where
               all
               our
               courage
               !
               where
            
             
               Are
               all
               our
               mighty
               Allies
               ,
               where
               is
               all
            
             
               The
               valour
               of
               our
               boasting
               Mineral
               !
            
             
               Oh
               ,
               where
               is
               all
               its
               force
               when
               death
               appears
               ,
            
             
               And
               we
               're
               invested
               by
               an
               host
               of
               fears
               !
            
             
               Nay
               ,
               where
               are
               they
               ,
               when
               Heavens
               King
               in
               wrath
               ,
            
             
               Against
               their
               master
               doth
               his
               Sword
               unsheath
               ,
            
             
               Why
               ,
               these
               same
               peaceful
               Warriors
               assoon
               ,
            
             
               As
               they
               perceive
               the
               enemy
               take
               down
            
             
               Their
               glorious
               Ensigns
               ,
               pack
               up
               all
               anon
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               a
               moment
               they
               are
               fled
               ,
               and
               gone
               ,
            
             
               Leaving
               their
               hopelesse
               master
               all
               alone
               .
            
             
               Tendure
               the
               Siege
               .
            
             
               O
               brave
               Assistants
               !
               O
               stout
               Legionaries
               !
            
             
               O
               hopes
               of
               men
               !
               O
               firm
               Auxiliaries
               !
            
             
               Who
               make
               
                 your
                 owners
              
               foolishly
               believe
            
             
               You
               can
               do
               wonders
               ,
               when
               they
               do
               perceive
               ,
            
             
               What
               
                 glorious
                 show
              
               you
               make
               in
               
                 time
                 of
                 peace
              
               ,
            
             
               But
               dar
               not
               look
               an
               enemy
               i'
               th'
               face
               .
            
             
               Who
               then
               would
               trust
               to
               those
               same
               
                 cowardly
                 troops
              
               ,
            
             
               In
               time
               of
               trouble
               ?
               who
               would
               place
               their
               hopes
            
             
               In
               such
               a
               crew
               of
               
                 aery
                 painted
                 things
              
               ,
            
             
               Which
               we
               call
               riches
               !
               Creatures
               that
               have
               wings
               ;
            
             
               And
               on
               the
               
                 high
                 boughs
                 of
                 prosperity
              
            
             
               Do
               sweetly
               chirp
               ,
               but
               when
               adversity
            
             
               Begins
               to
               fire
               ,
               away
               like
               smoke
               they
               fly
               .
            
             
               In
               such
               
                 vain
                 things
              
               then
               would
               I
               never
               trust
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               valu'd
               them
               more
               then
               as
               
                 useful
                 dust
              
               ,
            
             
               By
               which
               we
               live
               
                 with
                 some
                 convenience
              
               ,
            
             
               But
               in
               them
               ne're
               would
               place
               my
               confidence
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Because
               I
               knew
               such
               emptie
               things
               as
               these
               ,
               
            
             
               Were
               only
               
                 the
                 Concomitants
                 of
                 Peace
              
               :
            
             
               And
               when
               afflictions
               winds
               began
               to
               roar
               ,
            
             
               In
               rising
               Billows
               signify'd
               no
               more
               ,
            
             
               Then
               
                 wicker
                 anchors
                 ,
                 hausers
                 made
                 of
                 dust
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Or
                 Ropes
                 of
                 Feathers
              
               ,
               in
               which
               none
               would
               trust
               .
            
             
               Therefore
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               I
               never
               valued
            
             
               My self
               ,
               upon
               what
               I
               had
               purchased
               :
            
             
               I
               never
               thought
               I
               should
               be
               more
               esteem'd
               ,
            
             
               ▪
               Cause
               I
               was
               rich
               ,
               or
               should
               be
               happy
               nam'd
               ,
            
             
               Because
               in
               plenty
               :
               or
               'cause
               Means
               encreass't
               ,
            
             
               To
               be
               repute
               above
               my
               neighbours
               bless't
               ;
            
             
               Or
               ,
               because
               wealthie
               ,
               that
               I
               liv'd
               in
               ease
               :
            
             
               No
               ,
               I
               knew
               always
               
                 better
                 things
              
               ,
               then
               these
            
             
               I
               knew
               indeed
               ,
               and
               to
               this
               hour
               I
               know
               ,
            
             
               There
               's
               nothing
               more
               ridiculous
               here
               below
               ,
            
             
               Nothing
               more
               silly
               ,
               nothing
               more
               absurd
               ,
            
             
               Nothing
               more
               indiscreet
               :
               yea
               ,
               in
               a
               word
               ,
            
             
               Nothing
               more
               
                 wilfully
                 irrational
              
               ,
            
             
               Amongst
               us
               mortals
               ,
               
                 then
                 for
                 men
                 to
                 call
              
            
             
               
                 This
                 ,
                 or
                 that
                 Person
                 Prudent
                 ,
                 Knowing
                 ,
                 Wise
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Only
                 because
                 he
                 's
                 rich
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 despise
              
            
             
               
                 Others
                 ,
                 'cause
                 poor
                 ,
                 and
                 say
                 they
                 have
                 no
                 wit
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Because
                 they
                 have
                 not
                 reap'd
                 such
                 benefit
              
            
             
               
                 In
                 their
                 transactions
                 ,
                 as
                 those
                 others
                 have
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 so
                 by
                 each
                 mans
                 successe
                 do
                 conceive
              
            
             
               
                 He
                 's
                 wise
                 ,
                 or
                 foolish
              
               .
               Whereas
               commonlie
               ,
            
             
               The
               first
               are
               men
               of
               
                 small
                 sagaci●●e
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Dull
                 ,
                 and
                 Phlegmatick
              
               ,
               and
               the
               latter
               are
            
             
               Often
               in
               parts
               ,
               and
               prudence
               singular
               .
            
             
               For
               God
               has
               ordred
               ,
               in
               his
               Providence
               ,
            
             
               It
               should
               be
               so
               ,
               that
               men
               may
               learn
               from
               thence
            
             
               
                 Th'
                 Art
                 of
                 contentment
              
               ,
               whilst
               they
               seriously
            
             
               Observe
               ,
               with
               what
               
                 discreet
                 variety
              
               ,
            
             
               He
               doth
               bestow
               his
               Gifts
               ,
               Knowledge
               to
               these
               ,
            
             
               Wealth
               to
               these
               others
               :
               and
               
                 that
                 none
                 possess
              
            
             
               
                 All
                 blessings
                 upon
                 Earth
              
               :
               for
               he
               whom
               Wealth
            
             
               Doth
               crown
               with
               plenty
               ,
               usually
               of
               health
            
             
               Is
               destitute
               ;
               whilst
               he
               whom
               poverty
            
             
               Puts
               to
               sad
               pinches
               ,
               with
               his
               Family
               ,
            
             
               Enjoys
               it
               fullie
               ▪
               
                 he
                 whom
                 parts
                 adorn
              
            
             
               
                 Is
                 despicably
                 poor
                 ,
                 and
                 laugh't
                 to
                 scorn
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 By
                 those
                 whom
                 Means
                 have
                 rendred
                 boldly
                 proud
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Whil●●
                 of
                 rich
                 fools
                 the
                 world
                 doth
                 talk
                 aloud
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 As
                 th'
                 only
                 wise
                 men
              
               .
               To
               some
               he
               allows
            
             
               
                 Wealth
                 without
                 issue
              
               ,
               others
               he
               endows
            
             
               With
               a
               
                 fair
                 Off-spring
              
               :
               but
               scarce
               competence
            
             
               For
               feeding
               of
               'em
               with
               convenience
               .
            
             
               To
               others
               he
               gives
               both
               ,
               but
               thinks
               not
               fit
               ,
            
             
               T'
               enrich
               them
               with
               a
               
                 treasury
                 of
                 wit
              
               :
            
             
               And
               all
               that
               God
               to
               us
               would
               signify
               ,
            
             
               By
               this
               
                 remarkable
                 variety
              
            
             
               Of
               Dispensations
               is
               undoubtedly
            
             
               This
               only
               .
               —
               —
            
             
             
               That
               since
               all
               blessings
               do
               from
               him
               alone
            
             
               Proceed
               ,
               and
               that
               't
               is
               in
               the
               power
               of
               none
            
             
               To
               become
               masters
               of
               these
               qualities
               ,
            
             
               And
               be
               
                 Rich
                 ,
                 Fruitful
                 ,
                 full
                 of
                 Health
                 ,
                 and
                 Wise
                 ,
              
            
             
               Or
               to
               attain
               by
               toile
               ,
               or
               strength
               of
               art
               ,
            
             
               That
               which
               he
               only
               freely
               doth
               impart
               ,
            
             
               To
               whom
               he
               will
               ,
               that
               men
               may
               not
               be
               proud
            
             
               Of
               what
               to
               them
               is
               by
               his
               Grace
               allow'd
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               boast
               of
               any
               prosperous
               condition
               ,
            
             
               Which
               cann't
               be
               say'd
               to
               be
               
                 their
                 acquisition
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Besides
               ,
               if
               we
               'll
               but
               think
               how
               mean
               esteem
            
             
               God
               has
               for
               Riches
               ,
               we
               will
               quickly
               blame
            
             
               
                 That
                 vulgar
                 apprehension
                 ,
                 which
                 doth
                 pitch
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 It
                 s
                 silly
                 slubbering
                 fancy
                 on
                 the
                 rich
              
               ;
            
             
               Who
               generally
               are
               but
               men
               of
               base
               ,
            
             
               
                 Unworthy
                 ,
                 and
                 unhallowed
                 Principles
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Men
                 of
                 mean
                 spirits
                 ,
                 and
                 deceitful
                 hearts
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Great
                 Master
                 of
                 the
                 most
                 pernicious
                 arts
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 couz'ning
                 ,
                 and
                 oppression
              
               :
               men
               of
               wealth
               ,
            
             
               Term'd
               by
               the
               world
               ,
               because
               by
               cunning
               stealth
            
             
               They
               've
               rais'd
               Estates
               :
               men
               they
               are
               seldom
               bred
            
             
               In
               any
               Learning
               ,
               scarce
               intituled
            
             
               To
               
                 moral
                 virtue
              
               :
               men
               who
               take
               no
               pleasure
            
             
               In
               any
               Science
               ,
               
                 but
                 upon
                 their
                 treasure
              
            
             
               
                 Do
                 fix
                 their
                 Souls
              
               :
               and
               yet
               dare
               do
               no
               more
               ,
            
             
               Then
               with
               devout
               eyes
               ,
               gaze
               upon
               their
               Ore
               ,
            
             
               But
               thinks't
               a
               sin
               to
               touch
               
                 that
                 sacred
                 score
              
               .
            
             
               Hence
               those
               poor
               Silk-worms
               ,
               with
               great
               toile
               ,
               and
               pain
               ,
            
             
               Spin
               out
               their
               Bowels
               ,
               to
               make
               orhers
               gain
               :
            
             
               Not
               living
               ,
               mean
               time
               ,
               on
               the
               precious
               fruit
            
             
               Of
               their
               own
               Labours
               (
               which
               without
               dispute
               ,
            
             
               Is
               none
               of
               theirs
               ,
               )
               on
               Leaves
               they
               meanly
               feed
               .
            
             
               
                 And
                 '
                 midst
                 their
                 riches
                 are
                 half-famished
                 ,
              
            
             
               They
               're
               men
               ,
               whose
               
                 sordid
                 labours
              
               have
               no
               end
               ,
            
             
               For
               when
               great
               store
               of
               riches
               they
               have
               gain'd
               ,
            
             
               They
               vex
               themselves
               no
               lesse
               in
               the
               tuition
               ,
            
             
               Of
               these
               
                 sad
                 toyes
              
               ,
               then
               in
               their
               acquisition
               .
            
             
               For
               there
               's
               a
               certain
               Idol
               ,
               on
               which
               all
            
             
               Those
               
                 Sons
                 of
                 Earth
              
               do
               every
               moment
               call
            
             
               An
               Idol
               by
               these
               had
               in
               great
               esteem
               ,
            
             
               Which
               in
               their
               phrase
               security
               they
               name
               ,
            
             
               This
               they
               with
               vows
               ,
               this
               they
               with
               offerings
               load
               ,
            
             
               This
               is
               their
               patron
               ,
               this
               their
               
                 houshold
                 god
              
               :
            
             
               Yet
               that
               security
               they
               can
               never
               find
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               their
               art
               ,
               in
               which
               their
               troubled
               mind
            
             
               Doth
               fully
               rest
               ,
               for
               still
               
                 some
                 point
                 doth
                 lake
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Of
                 this
                 ,
                 or
                 'tother
                 evident
                 to
                 make
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 compleat
                 Right
                 ,
                 and
                 sure
                 establishment
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 what
                 these
                 men
                 ,
                 have
                 purchased
                 ,
                 or
                 lent
                 .
              
            
             
               So
               on
               they
               go
               in
               all
               the
               Chicanries
               ,
            
             
               Which
               their
               
                 well
                 hired
                 Scriv'ners
              
               can
               devise
            
             
               To
               make
               it
               out
               :
               though
               to
               make
               them
               secure
               ,
            
             
               
                 Many
                 an
                 honest
                 Fam'ly
                 should
                 endure
              
            
             
               Great
               want
               ,
               and
               hunger
               ,
               for
               they
               seize
               on
               all
            
             
             
               Their
               Debtors
               means
               ,
               and
               constantly
               do
               baule
            
             
               
                 About
                 the
                 Courts
                 of
                 Justice
                 ,
                 for
                 supply
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 legal
                 Forces
                 ;
                 for
                 security
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 what
                 they
                 've
                 seiz'd
              
               ,
               whilst
               in
               a
               modest
               sense
               ,
            
             
               They
               call
               these
               rascally
               actings
               diligence
               .
            
          
           
             
               They
               're
               men
               ,
               whose
               riches
               one
               would
               apprehend
               ,
            
             
               'Bove
               want
               had
               rais'd
               them
               ,
               so
               as
               they
               might
               spend
            
             
               Their
               days
               in
               peace
               ,
               without
               all
               anxious
               cares
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               are
               they
               night-mar'd
               with
               continual
               fears
               ,
            
             
               That
               all
               their
               wealth
               may
               be
               before
               they
               dy
               ,
            
             
               Converted
               to
               
                 a
                 scene
                 of
                 poverty
              
               ;
            
             
               Or
               if
               their
               treasures
               they
               entire
               should
               save
               ,
            
             
               And
               never
               bid
               them
               farewell
               ,
               till
               the
               Grave
            
             
               Should
               shrowd
               them
               from
               their
               sight
               ,
               yet
               still
               their
               fear
            
             
               Encreases
               ,
               and
               they
               anxious
               appear
               ,
            
             
               In
               all
               their
               looks
               ,
               for
               still
               they
               fear
               at
               least
               ,
            
             
               Their
               
                 idle
                 Heirs
              
               may
               prodigally
               waste
            
             
               In
               a
               few
               years
               ,
               what
               they
               in
               many
               gain'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               
                 dear
                 wealth
              
               luxuriously
               spend
               ;
            
             
               Which
               they
               had
               purchas'd
               with
               much
               sweat
               ,
               and
               toile
               ,
            
             
               That
               wealth
               ,
               they
               fear
               ,
               shall
               now
               become
               the
               spoile
            
             
               Of
               
                 Whores
                 ,
                 and
                 Gamesters
              
               :
               hence
               most
               anxiously
               ,
            
             
               They
               waste
               their
               days
               ,
               in
               great
               perplexity
               ,
            
             
               How
               they
               should
               mould
               ,
               and
               order
               their
               affairs
               ,
            
             
               That
               they
               may
               from
               the
               rapine
               of
               their
               Heirs
               ,
            
             
               Preserve
               their
               Means
               .
               Besides
               ,
               although
               they
               are
            
             
               For
               most
               part
               without
               issue
               ,
               yet
               their
               care
            
             
               Is
               not
               a
               whit
               the
               lesse
               ,
               then
               that
               of
               these
            
             
               Whose
               gaping
               mouths
               ;
               but
               not
               their
               Means
               encrease
               ,
            
             
               For
               then
               they
               're
               tortur'd
               with
               anxieties
               ,
            
             
               How
               their
               Estates
               they
               firmly
               may
               devise
               ,
            
             
               And
               answer
               all
               mens
               importunities
               ,
            
             
               Who
               do
               expect
               .
               —
            
             
               At
               length
               when
               they
               have
               cruciat
               their
               brain
               ,
            
             
               In
               setling
               on
               't
               ,
               and
               o're
               ,
               and
               o're
               again
               ,
            
             
               Have
               form'd
               
                 their
                 Wills
              
               ,
               vex'd
               with
               a
               thousand
               fears
               ,
            
             
               Not
               knowing
               whom
               
                 to
                 institute
                 their
                 Heirs
              
               :
            
             
               Whilst
               all
               their
               friends
               ,
               and
               languishing
               relations
               ,
            
             
               Do
               feed
               themselves
               with
               
                 aery
                 expectations
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               their
               several
               interests
               do
               strive
               ,
            
             
               
                 To
                 be
                 their
                 Heirs
                 ,
                 whilst
                 they
                 are
                 yet
                 alive
              
               ;
            
             
               Age
               ,
               and
               diseases
               creeping
               on
               apace
               ,
            
             
               
                 Makes
                 them
                 in
                 haste
                 resolve
                 upon
                 the
                 case
                 ,
              
            
             
               They
               make
               some
               deeds
               ,
               and
               all
               to
               these
               transmit
               ,
            
             
               Who
               least
               expected
               :
               yet
               for
               all
               their
               wit
               ,
            
             
               It
               oft
               e●lls
               out
               ,
               the
               deeds
               ,
               which
               they
               cause
               draw
            
             
               At
               such
               times
               
                 in
                 formality
                 of
                 Law
              
            
             
               
                 Are
                 defective
              
               :
               so
               that
               they
               're
               hardly
               cold
               ,
            
             
               When
               
                 th'
                 Tables
                 being
                 opened
              
               ,
               some
               lay
               hold
            
             
               On
               this
               ,
               or
               'tother
               clause
               :
               hence
               angry
               Pleas
            
             
               Burst
               out
               on
               all
               hands
               ,
               and
               each
               one
               doth
               seize
            
             
               On
               what
               he
               can
               :
               suits
               are
               commenc'd
               ,
               
                 and
                 all
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 disappointed
                 to
                 their
                 actions
                 fall
                 :
              
            
             
               With
               heat
               ,
               and
               clamour
               each
               of
               'em
               pretends
            
             
             
               His
               Title
               to
               it
               ,
               and
               what
               
                 Gold
                 ,
                 and
                 Friends
              
            
             
               Can
               do
               is
               then
               essay'd
               :
               much
               time
               is
               spent
               ,
            
             
               In
               their
               
                 loud
                 pleadings
              
               ,
               many
               an
               argument
            
             
               Is
               shot
               on
               all
               hands
               :
               whilst
               they
               do
               debate
               ,
            
             
               Like
               fools
               ,
               and
               children
               ,
               with
               great
               noise
               ,
               and
               heat
               ,
            
             
               
                 For
                 the
                 possession
                 of
                 a
                 fools
                 Estate
                 .
              
            
             
               At
               last
               ,
               when
               with
               such
               bauling
               wearied
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               their
               actions
               much
               impov'rished
               ,
            
             
               All
               those
               ,
               who
               are
               concern'd
               incline
               to
               treat
               ,
            
             
               And
               their
               expence
               begin
               to
               calculat
               ,
            
             
               They
               find
               that
               
                 Lawyers
                 ,
                 Proctors
                 ,
                 Scriviners
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 Clerks
                 ,
                 not
                 they
                 ,
                 have
                 been
                 the
                 truest
                 Heirs
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 the
                 poor
                 Mole
              
               :
               and
               that
               which
               now
               remains
               ,
            
             
               Scarce
               countervails
               their
               losse
               of
               time
               ,
               and
               pains
               .
            
          
           
             
               These
               are
               your
               rich-men
               now
               ,
               these
               are
               the
               men
            
             
               Whom
               you
               call
               wise
               ,
               of
               whom
               scarce
               one
               of
               ten
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               've
               observ'd
               ,
               do
               either
               live
               ,
               or
               dy
               ,
            
             
               Like
               men
               of
               wit
               ,
               and
               judgement
               ,
               these
               are
               they
            
             
               Whom
               th'
               world
               esteeme
               ;
               though
               neither
               
                 happy
                 ,
                 wise
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Nor
                 learn'd
                 ,
                 nor
                 moral
              
               ;
               whilst
               they
               do
               despise
            
             
               All
               that
               are
               owners
               of
               those
               qualities
               ,
            
             
               Because
               perhaps
               they
               're
               poor
               .
               —
            
          
           
             
               O
               ,
               partial
               world
               ,
               that
               puts
               no
               other
               rate
               .
            
             
               On
               men
               ,
               but
               by
               the
               weight
               of
               their
               Estate
               !
            
             
               Who
               from
               thy
               unjust
               scales
               record'st
               no
               more
               ,
            
             
               Then
               only
               this
               man
               's
               rich
               ,
               and
               that
               man's
               poor
               .
            
             
               Who
               
                 naked
                 virtue
              
               slights
               ,
               and
               puts
               a
               price
               ,
            
             
               At
               all
               occasions
               ,
               upon
               
                 guilded
                 vice
              
               :
            
             
               Allowing
               nought
               for
               value
               ,
               though
               men
               do
            
             
               By
               daily
               commerce
               ,
               in
               the
               weight
               allow
            
             
               A
               
                 fifth
                 part
              
               lesse
               ,
               to
               fine
               Wares
               in
               the
               pound
               ,
            
             
               Then
               to
               course
               Ware
               ;
               
                 but
                 riches
                 make
                 a
                 sound
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 proudly
                 triumph
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 around
                 .
              
            
             
               Hence
               are
               their
               owners
               held
               in
               great
               esteem
               ,
            
             
               Though
               of
               small
               parts
               ,
               
                 whilst
                 men
                 the
                 poor
                 do
                 name
              
            
             
               
                 But
                 fools
                 ,
                 and
                 dunces
              
               ,
               though
               these
               do
               possess
            
             
               Within
               their
               breasts
               ,
               more
               solid
               happiness
               ,
            
             
               Then
               riches
               can
               afford
               ,
               and
               generally
            
             
               Are
               men
               of
               Virtue
               ,
               Learning
               ,
               Piety
               :
            
             
               Men
               of
               true
               solid
               Knowledge
               ,
               men
               of
               Wit
               ,
            
             
               Men
               ,
               who
               do
               reap
               more
               lasting
               benefit
               ,
            
             
               I'
               th'
               product
               of
               one
               single
               contemplation
               ,
            
             
               Reduc'd
               thereafter
               into
               conversation
               ,
            
             
               By
               art
               and
               prudence
               in
               the
               application
               ,
            
             
               Then
               
                 rich
                 ,
                 laborious
                 Spiders
              
               do
               possess
            
             
               I'
               th'
               thoughts
               of
               all
               their
               
                 Cobweb-purchase
                 ▪
              
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               all
               rich
               men
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               I
               do
               suppose
            
             
               Are
               not
               of
               this
               kind
               :
               no
               ,
               I
               mean
               of
               those
            
             
               Only
               ,
               
                 who
                 set
                 their
                 souls
                 upon
                 their
                 dust
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 in
                 their
                 changeling
                 riches
                 put
                 their
                 trust
                 .
              
            
             
               For
               I
               know
               many
               ,
               who
               great
               means
               possess
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               as
               the
               least
               part
               of
               their
               happiness
               ,
            
             
               They
               do
               esteem
               them
               ;
               but
               as
               piously
            
             
               They
               live
               ,
               so
               with
               contentment
               ,
               when
               they
               dy
               ,
            
             
               They
               leave
               their
               means
               to
               their
               posterity
               .
            
             
             
               Nay
               such
               ,
               as
               waste
               their
               
                 profitable
                 years
              
               ,
            
             
               Without
               a
               mixture
               of
               some
               
                 worldly
                 cares
              
               ,
            
             
               Pleasing
               themselves
               with
               things
               
                 o'
                 th'
                 present
                 tense
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               lay
               up
               nothing
               for
               convenience
               ,
            
             
               In
               their
               old
               age
               :
               nor
               labour
               t'
               entertain
            
             
               Their
               Fam'lies
               by
               some
               sober
               ,
               lawful
               gain
               ;
            
             
               If
               it
               be
               in
               their
               power
               ;
               though
               men
               of
               parts
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Virtue
               ,
               Knowledge
               ,
               Literature
               ,
               and
               Arts
               ,
            
             
               I
               hold
               for
               Fools
               ,
               and
               Sinners
               :
               I
               confess
            
             
               
                 I
                 never
                 was
                 in
                 love
                 ,
                 with
                 Idleness
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 In
                 any
                 man
              
               ;
               nor
               do
               I
               think
               it
               just
            
             
               Men
               should
               live
               idlie
               ,
               and
               pretend
               they
               trust
            
             
               In
               Providence
               ;
               no
               ,
               
                 there
                 's
                 great
                 difference
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 'Twixt
                 trusting
                 in
                 ,
                 and
                 tempting
                 Providence
                 .
              
            
             
               For
               ,
               though
               ,
               at
               first
               ,
               th'
               Almightie
               did
               demise
            
             
               To
               man
               this
               vast
               ,
               and
               spacious
               superfice
            
             
               O'
               th'
               Earth
               ,
               to
               have
               ,
               and
               hold
               it
               for
               his
               use
               ;
            
             
               That
               without
               manuring
               ,
               it
               might
               produce
            
             
               All
               that
               the
               state
               of
               Humane
               Life
               requir'd
            
             
               Or
               th'
               int'rest
               of
               Society
               desir'd
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               was
               this
               noble
               
                 Grant
                 original
              
            
             
               Quickly
               renvers'd
               ,
               and
               cancell'd
               by
               
                 the
                 Fall
              
               ;
            
             
               For
               now
               perceiving
               that
               such
               affluence
            
             
               Was
               inconsistent
               with
               mans
               innocence
            
             
               After
               the
               
                 forfaulture
                 in
                 Paradise
              
               ,
            
             
               On
               other
               terms
               ,
               he
               did
               this
               Earth
               devise
            
             
               To
               th'
               sons
               of
               men
               ,
               that
               it
               should
               yield
               them
               nought
               ,
            
             
               But
               what
               with
               labour
               ,
               and
               great
               toil
               they
               bought
               .
            
             
               Hence
               't
               is
               if
               any
               man
               should
               think
               t'
               obtain
            
             
               The
               good
               things
               of
               this
               Earth
               ,
               without
               some
               pain
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               his
               
                 Virtue
                 ,
                 Wit
                 ,
                 and
                 Literature
                 ,
              
            
             
               'T
               is
               just
               that
               by
               a
               
                 second
                 forfaulture
              
               ,
            
             
               His
               portion
               of
               this
               Earth
               he
               should
               amit
               ,
            
             
               And
               be
               condemn'd
               
                 to
                 live
                 upon
                 his
                 Wit
              
               ,
            
             
               'Cause
               contrair
               to
               the
               tenour
               of
               his
               Grant
               ,
            
             
               He
               doth
               not
               labour
               to
               supply
               his
               want
               .
            
          
           
             
               As
               you
               have
               heard
               me
               then
               impartially
            
             
               Discourse
               of
               that
               
                 stupendious
                 vanity
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Which
                 we
                 call
                 Wealth
              
               :
               I
               hope
               you
               will
               believe
            
             
               My
               friends
               ,
               that
               I
               ,
               when
               Rich
               ,
               did
               not
               conceive
            
             
               My self
               the
               happier
               cause
               I
               did
               possess
            
             
               Those
               things
               ,
               which
               only
               Fools
               call
               Happiness
               .
            
             
               No
               ,
               for
               if
               I
               could
               in
               Prosperity
               ,
            
             
               Have
               only
               brag'd
               of
               Riches
               ,
               certainly
            
             
               Then
               had
               I
               merit
               in
               all
               just
               mens
               eyes
            
             
               T'
               ha'
               been
               thought
               neither
               
                 happy
                 ,
                 just
                 ,
                 nor
                 wise
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               And
               now
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               since
               you
               have
               patiently
               
            
             
               Heard
               an
               account
               of
               my
               Morality
               ,
            
             
               In
               the
               next
               place
               ,
               I
               must
               request
               of
               you
            
             
               To
               hear
               th'
               account
               of
               my
               Religion
               too
               :
            
             
               That
               when
               I
               'me
               gone
               ,
               you
               freely
               may
               declare
            
             
               These
               passages
               of
               me
               ,
               which
               now
               you
               hear
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               as
               good
               men
               ,
               your
               justice
               testifie
               ,
            
             
               At
               least
               in
               showing
               how
               you
               heard
               me
               die
               :
            
             
             
               That
               th'
               unjust
               World
               at
               length
               may
               be
               asham'd
            
             
               To
               have
               me
               without
               Reason
               so
               defam'd
               :
            
             
               From
               such
               just
               men
               ,
               as
               you
               ,
               I
               do
               expect
            
             
               No
               less
               ;
               to
               you
               therefore
               I
               shall
               direct
               ,
            
             
               
                 My
                 full
                 ,
                 but
                 last
                 Confession
                 of
                 Faith
                 ,
              
            
             
               That
               ,
               if
               not
               in
               my
               life
               ,
               yet
               after
               death
            
             
               Has
               stop'd
               my
               mouth
               ,
               when
               you
               hear
               any
               speak
               ,
            
             
               Of
               your
               deceased
               friend
               ,
               with
               disrespect
               ,
            
             
               You
               may
               assure
               them
               ,
               
                 I
                 was
                 no
                 such
                 man
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 As
                 I
                 was
                 represented
              
               :
               nay
               you
               can
               ,
            
             
               (
               If
               you
               believe
               what
               I
               now
               speak
               is
               true
               )
            
             
               You
               can
               ,
               I
               say
               that
               Argument
               pursue
               ,
            
             
               With
               so
               much
               Candor
               ,
               Art
               ,
               and
               Eloquence
               ,
            
             
               As
               you
               may
               soon
               perswade
               
                 all
                 men
                 of
                 sense
              
            
             
               How
               much
               I
               've
               been
               abus'd
               ,
               how
               much
               injur'd
            
             
               By
               
                 bloody
                 Tongues
              
               ,
               and
               they
               may
               be
               assur'd
            
             
               That
               all
               the
               
                 ill
                 things
              
               they
               have
               heard
               of
               me
               ,
            
             
               When
               I
               've
               been
               censur'd
               in
               a
               high
               degree
            
             
               By
               foul-mouth'd
               Tiplers
               ,
               '
               have
               been
               
                 only
                 Lies
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Unjust
                 Reproaches
                 ,
                 and
                 base
                 Calumnies
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               First
               then
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               I
               since
               my
               Infancie
               ,
            
             
               Firmly
               believ'd
               ,
               that
               from
               Eternitie
            
             
               
                 There
                 was
                 one
                 God
                 ,
                 who
                 all
                 things
                 did
                 create
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 One
                 only
                 God
                 ;
                 whose
                 Power
                 doth
                 regulate
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 universal
                 World
                 in
                 Soveraignty
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 doth
                 by
                 a
                 Supream
                 Authority
              
            
             
               
                 Give
                 Laws
                 to
                 all
                 :
                 and
                 save
                 that
                 God
                 alone
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Man
                 of
                 a
                 Woman
                 born
                 should
                 worship
                 none
                 .
              
            
             
               And
               therefore
               those
               ,
               that
               did
               the
               Sun
               adore
               ,
            
             
               The
               Moon
               ,
               or
               Stars
               ,
               I
               truly
               did
               abhore
               .
            
          
           
             
               Nay
               ,
               though
               
                 those
                 splendid
                 Creatures
              
               I
               esteem'd
               
            
             
               Beyond
               all
               others
               ,
               which
               his
               hands
               had
               fram'd
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               were
               those
               glorious
               parts
               of
               the
               Creation
            
             
               
                 Only
                 the
                 subject
                 of
                 my
                 admiration
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 But
                 not
                 of
                 my
                 devotion
              
               :
               for
               indeed
            
             
               As
               in
               a
               Picture
               ,
               I
               in
               these
               would
               read
            
             
               The
               immense
               Power
               of
               him
               ,
               whose
               mighty
               hand
            
             
               At
               first
               did
               mould
               them
               ,
               by
               whose
               sole
               command
            
             
               They
               did
               exist
               ;
               and
               to
               this
               Power
               obey
            
             
               Their
               first
               directions
               :
               whilst
               the
               Sun
               by
               day
               ,
            
             
               The
               Moon
               ,
               and
               Stars
               by
               night
               the
               World
               survey
               ,
            
             
               By
               his
               sole
               order
               ,
               and
               acknowledge
               none
            
             
               For
               their
               Superiour
               ,
               but
               
                 Heavens
                 King
                 alone
              
               .
            
             
               Hence
               would
               I
               looke
               on
               them
               with
               admiration
               ,
            
             
               But
               at
               no
               time
               ,
               with
               
                 secret
                 veneration
              
               ,
            
             
               Only
               as
               those
               at
               Court
               a
               leg
               will
               make
            
             
               T'
               th'
               Princes
               Servants
               ,
               for
               their
               Masters
               sake
               :
            
             
               So
               when
               I
               'de
               see
               the
               Sun
               ,
               at
               morning
               rise
               ,
            
             
               With
               great
               devotion
               ,
               I
               would
               turn
               my
               eyes
            
             
               To
               th'
               East
               ,
               and
               with
               uplifted
               hands
               ,
               confess
            
             
               Gods
               greatness
               ,
               and
               my
               own
               unworthiness
               ,
            
             
               T'
               approach
               the
               Throne
               of
               that
               bright
               Deity
               ,
            
             
               Who
               keep'd
               such
               servants
               in
               his
               Family
               ,
            
             
               As
               was
               
                 that
                 Creature
              
               ,
               in
               one
               single
               beam
            
             
               Darting
               more
               splendor
               ,
               then
               all
               those
               we
               name
            
             
             
               Kings
               here
               on
               Earth
               ,
               with
               all
               their
               glorious
               shows
               ,
            
             
               Patch'd
               up
               in
               one
               can
               on
               the
               World
               impose
               .
            
             
               Again
               ,
               when
               I
               this
               Creature
               could
               espy
            
             
               
                 Shining
                 at
                 Noon-tyde
                 in
                 his
                 Majesty
              
               ;
            
             
               Then
               would
               my
               soul
               fly
               out
               in
               admiration
               ,
            
             
               Of
               him
               ,
               who
               's
               Author
               of
               the
               whole
               Creation
               ,
            
             
               When
               such
               a
               member
               of
               it
               in
               its
               Sphere
            
             
               So
               worthy
               admiration
               doth
               appear
               ,
            
             
               And
               through
               that
               glorious
               Prospect
               I
               'de
               descry
            
             
               The
               beauty
               of
               the
               
                 Divine
                 Majesty
              
               -
            
             
               As
               at
               great
               distance
               .
               When
               again
               at
               night
            
             
               I
               'de
               see
               it
               from
               the
               World
               withdraw
               its
               light
               ,
            
             
               Then
               would
               I
               think
               ,
               what
               's
               all
               our
               glory
               here
               ,
            
             
               When
               even
               th'
               
                 illustrious
                 Sun
              
               ,
               which
               did
               appear
            
             
               In
               stately
               splendor
               ,
               but
               some
               hours
               ago
               ,
            
             
               Is
               now
               extinct
               ,
               with
               all
               it
               pompous
               show
               .
            
             
               Then
               ,
               when
               I
               'de
               see
               the
               
                 Moon
                 ,
                 and
                 Stars
              
               draw
               out
               ,
            
             
               Like
               the
               Night-watch
               ,
               and
               walk
               the
               Round
               about
            
             
               This
               spacious
               Globe
               ;
               I
               'de
               think
               ,
               O
               what
               must
               he
               ,
            
             
               Who
               entertains
               such
               Guards
               ,
               what
               must
               he
               be
               !
            
             
               What
               must
               he
               be
               ,
               to
               whom
               those
               glorious
               things
               ,
            
             
               Perform
               such
               service
               !
               sure
               he
               's
               King
               of
               kings
               :
            
             
               For
               there
               's
               no
               Prince
               on
               Earth
               ,
               with
               all
               his
               power
            
             
               That
               can
               command
               those
               Forces
               ,
               for
               one
               hour
            
             
               To
               stop
               their
               march
               :
               nay
               not
               the
               Sun
               by
               day
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               in
               the
               night
               will
               Moon
               ,
               and
               Stars
               obey
            
             
               Their
               Edicts
               ,
               but
               proceed
               in
               their
               Carreer
               ,
            
             
               And
               on
               their
               duty
               still
               by
               turns
               appear
               ,
            
             
               As
               their
               instructions
               from
               their
               Master
               bear
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               ,
               for
               respect
               to
               him
               ,
               who
               these
               did
               frame
               ,
               
            
             
               Which
               ,
               as
               so
               many
               Heralds
               do
               proclaim
            
             
               His
               Glory
               far
               ,
               and
               wide
               ;
               at
               all
               occasions
               ,
            
             
               I
               'de
               honour
               them
               with
               pious
               Contemplations
               ,
            
             
               As
               Servants
               of
               that
               Heavenly
               Majesty
               ,
            
             
               Under
               whose
               feet
               all
               things
               created
               ly
               :
            
             
               And
               by
               the
               splendor
               of
               such
               things
               ,
               as
               these
            
             
               I
               would
               the
               glory
               of
               their
               Maker
               guess
               ;
            
             
               As
               Artists
               ,
               by
               Proportions
               Rules
               will
               show
            
             
               The
               Bodies
               bulk
               ,
               by
               measure
               of
               the
               Toe
               .
            
             
               But
               ,
               all
               my
               life-time
               ,
               I
               would
               ne're
               allow
            
             
               To
               any
               of
               'em
               that
               honour
               ,
               which
               is
               due
            
             
               To
               God
               alone
               :
               though
               such
               Idolatry
            
             
               Were
               not
               by
               Law
               repute
               
                 Grand
                 Fellony
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Hence
               in
               this
               God
               alone
               I
               put
               my
               trust
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               'cause
               he
               was
               impartially
               just
               :
            
             
               When
               any
               one
               did
               me
               an
               injury
               ,
            
             
               To
               him
               alone
               I
               would
               my self
               apply
               .
            
             
               
                 I
                 never
                 was
                 vindictive
                 ,
                 never
                 knew
              
            
             
               
                 That
                 humour
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 but
                 unknown
                 to
                 few
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 That
                 prompts
                 men
                 to
                 revenge
              
               :
               I
               'de
               never
               strive
            
             
               T'
               encroach
               upon
               his
               high
               Prerogative
               ,
            
             
               To
               whom
               alone
               Revenge
               doth
               appertain
               ,
            
             
               But
               would
               (
               shut
               up
               in
               patience
               )
               remain
               :
            
             
               Until
               that
               God
               did
               think
               it
               proper
               time
            
             
             
               For
               him
               to
               punish
               ,
               and
               revenge
               the
               Crime
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yea
               though
               my
               cruel
               Enemies
               ,
               God
               knows
               ,
               
            
             
               Would
               every
               day
               ,
               when
               from
               their
               Bed
               they
               rose
               ,
            
             
               Bitterlie
               curse
               me
               ,
               and
               my
               Family
            
             
               Instead
               of
               
                 Morning
                 Prayer
              
               ,
               yet
               would
               not
               I
            
             
               Though
               these
               did
               hate
               me
               ,
               as
               I
               hate
               the
               Devil
               ,
            
             
               To
               their
               
                 unguarded
                 souls
              
               wish
               any
               evil
               .
            
          
           
             
               Nay
               though
               my
               followers
               ,
               when
               they
               would
               perceive
               
            
             
               How
               much
               I
               was
               injur'd
               :
               would
               trulie
               grieve
            
             
               To
               see
               my
               usage
               ,
               and
               at
               all
               occasions
            
             
               Would
               own
               my
               Quarrel
               with
               dire
               imprecations
               ,
            
             
               And
               often
               wish
               it
               were
               to
               them
               allow'd
            
             
               To
               take
               revenge
               ,
               angrie
               they
               were
               withstood
            
             
               By
               my
               commands
               :
               and
               often
               would
               repeat
               ,
            
             
               
                 Would
                 we
                 had
                 of
                 those
                 Villains
                 flesh
                 to
                 eat
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Who
                 have
                 injur'd
                 our
                 Master
                 ,
                 we
                 would
                 make
              
            
             
               
                 Those
                 Slaves
                 a
                 bloody
                 Victim
                 for
                 his
                 sake
                 .
              
            
             
               Yet
               would
               I
               ne're
               consent
               ,
               I
               'de
               ne're
               agree
            
             
               That
               ever
               man
               should
               take
               revenge
               for
               me
               :
            
             
               But
               on
               the
               contrair
               I
               would
               pardon
               those
            
             
               Who
               wrong'd
               me
               ,
               were
               they
               even
               my
               greatest
               Foes
               :
            
             
               I
               never
               on
               revenge
               would
               meditate
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               thought
               my self
               oblig'd
               at
               any
               rate
               ,
            
             
               To
               quarrel
               those
               ,
               who
               did
               me
               injuries
               ,
            
             
               Which
               rather
               then
               resent
               I
               would
               despise
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               O
               I
               took
               delight
               in
               Charity
               .
               
            
             
               By
               taking
               always
               opportunity
            
             
               T'
               assist
               all
               Persons
               ,
               whom
               I
               knew
               to
               be
            
             
               In
               want
               ,
               as
               oft
               as
               they
               apply'd
               to
               me
               .
            
             
               The
               
                 wearied
                 Traveller
              
               ,
               whose
               lean
               Purse
               did
               shrink
            
             
               Below
               the
               credit
               of
               a
               cup
               of
               Drink
               ;
            
             
               Whose
               Visage
               ,
               and
               Apparel
               look'd
               so
               thin
               ,
            
             
               He
               was
               a
               very
               Bug-bear
               to
               an
               Inn
               :
            
             
               All
               destitute
               ,
               or'edaub'd
               with
               Dust
               ,
               and
               Sweat
               ,
            
             
               Readie
               to
               take
               up
               lodgings
               in
               the
               Street
               ;
            
             
               Into
               my
               House
               I
               'de
               always
               kindlie
               take
               ,
            
             
               And
               entertain
               him
               ,
               
                 for
                 his
                 Makers
                 sake
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               though
               those
               Virtues
               did
               possess
               my
               breast
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               I
               all
               sinful
               courses
               did
               detest
               :
            
             
               Yet
               ,
               if
               at
               any
               time
               ,
               I
               'de
               chance
               to
               fail
               ,
            
             
               And
               some
               strong
               sin
               against
               me
               did
               prevail
            
             
               Then
               would
               I
               not
               my
               Conscience
               abuse
               ,
            
             
               By
               framing
               of
               some
               pitiful
               excuse
               :
            
             
               As
               once
               poor
               Adam
               did
               t'
               extenuate
            
             
               The
               error
               ,
               which
               he
               could
               not
               pailiate
               :
            
             
               No
               no
               ,
               such
               stale
               devices
               I
               abhor'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               therefore
               ,
               when
               I
               fail'd
               ,
               I
               'de
               in
               a
               word
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               my
               knees
               ,
               with
               hands
               uplifted
               ,
               cry
               ,
            
             
               
                 Lord
                 I
                 have
                 sin'd
                 :
                 Lord
                 I
                 have
                 wilfully
              
            
             
               
                 Incurr'd
                 thy
                 anger
                 at
                 this
                 sad
                 occasion
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 so
                 deserve
                 to
                 bear
                 thy
                 indignation
                 .
              
            
             
               For
               ,
               trust
               me
               ,
               such
               as
               freelie
               do
               confess
            
             
               Their
               sins
               ,
               and
               with
               an
               open
               heart
               address
            
             
               Themselves
               to
               God
               ,
               are
               always
               better
               heard
               ,
            
             
             
               Then
               those
               ,
               whose
               cautious
               Mouths
               ,
               as
               if
               affear'd
            
             
               T'
               accuse
               their
               Hearts
               ,
               
                 do
                 mincingly
                 declare
              
            
             
               What
               hardly
               they
               
                 desire
                 that
                 God
                 should
                 hear
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               here
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               I
               must
               again
               protest
               ,
               
            
             
               I
               don't
               remember
               ever
               in
               my
               breast
               ,
            
             
               Such
               sinful
               thoughts
               did
               entertainment
               find
               ,
            
             
               As
               those
               ,
               to
               which
               too
               many
               are
               inclin'd
               .
            
             
               For
               (
               trust
               me
               now
               )
               though
               I
               in
               Wealth
               ,
               and
               Power
            
             
               Did
               live
               for
               many
               years
               ,
               yet
               to
               that
               hour
            
             
               That
               God
               was
               pleas'd
               to
               visit
               me
               ,
               I
               never
            
             
               Would
               use
               that
               Power
               ,
               on
               what
               account
               soever
               ,
            
             
               To
               th'
               prejudice
               of
               any
               man
               ,
               although
               ,
            
             
               Had
               I
               inclin'd
               t'
               have
               us'd
               my
               Neighbours
               so
               ,
            
             
               As
               others
               did
               ,
               I
               might
               have
               done
               with
               ease
               ,
            
             
               
                 What
                 ever
                 might
                 a
                 rich
                 mans
                 humour
                 please
                 .
              
            
             
               For
               I
               to
               others
               could
               ha'
               given
               Law
            
             
               And
               made
               all
               in
               my
               District
               ,
               stand
               in
               aw
               ;
            
             
               Yet
               I
               'de
               not
               injure
               the
               most
               despicable
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               do
               offence
               to
               th'
               meanest
               of
               the
               Rabble
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               what
               needs
               more
               !
               O
               now
               that
               God
               would
               hear
               
            
             
               What
               I
               have
               spoke
               :
               O
               that
               he
               would
               declare
               ,
            
             
               From
               what
               I
               have
               express'd
               in
               my
               defence
               ,
            
             
               His
               just
               opinion
               of
               my
               Innocence
               .
            
             
               O
               that
               my
               God
               would
               hear
               me
               ,
               O
               that
               he
            
             
               Who
               knows
               Hearts-secrets
               would
               declare
               me
               free
               ,
            
             
               From
               those
               
                 Aspersions
                 ,
                 Lies
                 ,
                 and
                 Calumnies
              
            
             
               Thund'red
               against
               me
               ,
               by
               my
               Enemies
               .
            
             
               For
               O
               should
               he
               a
               hearing
               once
               allow
               ,
            
             
               I
               'de
               laugh
               at
               these
               ,
               and
               all
               their
               Libels
               too
               .
            
             
               Nay
               let
               them
               write
               a
               Volumn
               ,
               if
               they
               will
            
             
               Yes
               ,
               let
               them
               rail
               ,
               and
               article
               their
               fill
               :
            
             
               Let
               them
               paint
               out
               my
               actings
               ,
               as
               they
               please
               ,
            
             
               And
               break
               my
               reputation
               by
               degrees
               :
            
             
               Let
               them
               me
               Rogue
               ,
               let
               them
               me
               Villain
               call
               ,
            
             
               Let
               God
               but
               hear
               me
               ,
               I
               'de
               contemn
               them
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               all
               ,
               what
               these
               invidious
               men
               could
               say
               
            
             
               Against
               me
               ,
               in
               their
               wrath
               ,
               should
               in
               the
               day
            
             
               That
               God
               should
               hear
               me
               ,
               prove
               for
               my
               defence
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               stead
               of
               sullying
               ,
               clear
               my
               Innocence
               :
            
             
               For
               then
               their
               malice
               should
               it self
               declare
            
             
               And
               in
               its
               own
               true
               Colours
               should
               appear
               :
               
            
          
           
             
               But
               to
               my
               Judge
               I
               freely
               could
               confess
            
             
               My
               
                 hidden
                 sins
              
               :
               and
               for
               the
               sins
               ,
               which
               these
            
             
               Lay
               to
               my
               charge
               ;
               I
               'de
               give
               such
               evidence
            
             
               Before
               him
               of
               my
               injur'd
               Innocence
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               should
               by
               him
               be
               acquit
               from
               thence
               .
            
             
               O
               let
               him
               hear
               me
               then
               ,
               let
               God
               but
               hear
            
             
               My
               Case
               himself
               ,
               and
               then
               I
               do
               not
               fear
            
             
               What
               all
               the
               World
               can
               say
               :
               
                 for
                 I
                 do
                 still
              
            
             
               
                 Assert
                 my
                 Innocence
                 ,
                 (
                 take
                 it
                 as
                 you
                 will.
                 )
              
               
            
          
           
             
               And
               now
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               that
               I
               may
               put
               an
               end
            
             
               To
               my
               Discourse
               ,
               because
               I
               apprehend
            
             
               You
               'r
               weary
               now
               of
               hearing
               ,
               as
               indeed
            
             
               I
               am
               of
               speaking
               :
               I
               shall
               therefore
               plead
            
             
             
               No
               more
               upon
               the
               case
               :
               but
               once
               for
               all
               ,
            
             
               My
               great
               Creator
               I
               to
               witness
               call
               ;
            
             
               That
               what
               I
               have
               profess'd
               ,
               dear
               friends
               ,
               to
               you
               ,
            
             
               Is
               not
               at
               all
               devis'd
               ,
               but
               simply
               true
               .
            
             
               For
               all
               my
               life
               ,
               I
               safely
               may
               assert
               ,
            
             
               Before
               that
               God
               ,
               who
               fully
               knows
               my
               heart
               ;
            
             
               That
               ,
               to
               my
               knowledge
               ,
               truly
               I
               did
               never
               ,
            
             
               In
               what
               state
               ,
               or
               capacity
               soever
               ,
            
             
               Do
               any
               unjust
               thing
               :
               for
               to
               this
               day
               ,
            
             
               (
               What
               e're
               men
               speak
               )
               I
               can
               with
               freedome
               say
               ,
            
             
               If
               any
               man
               ,
               who
               serv'd
               me
               ,
               can
               complain
            
             
               That
               ever
               I
               his
               Wages
               did
               retain
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               of
               my
               ground
               the
               increase
               I
               have
               eat
               ,
               
            
             
               Without
               first
               paying
               for
               the
               toil
               ,
               and
               sweat
            
             
               Of
               those
               ,
               who
               labour'd
               it
               ,
               or
               in
               the
               least
            
             
               
                 Muzzled
                 the
                 mouths
                 of
                 either
                 man
                 or
                 beast
              
            
             
               
                 Who
                 did
                 tread
                 out
                 my
                 corns
                 :
              
               or
               did
               refuse
            
             
               At
               any
               time
               the
               labourers
               honest
               dues
               ;
            
             
               If
               ever
               I
               did
               strive
               to
               multiply
            
             
               My
               Revenues
               by
               
                 fraud
                 and
                 usury
              
               :
            
          
           
             
               Then
               let
               those
               grounds
               (
               which
               I
               do
               yet
               expect
               
            
             
               I
               may
               possess
               )
               be
               cursed
               for
               my
               sake
               :
            
             
               Let
               Cockle
               ,
               stead
               of
               Barley
               ,
               stead
               of
               Wheat
               ,
            
             
               Let
               Thistles
               all
               my
               grounds
               emacerate
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               I
               have
               done
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               shall
               add
               no
               more
               ,
            
             
               But
               once
               again
               ,
               as
               I
               have
               done
               before
               ,
            
             
               I
               do
               conjure
               you
               by
               the
               love
               you
               owe
            
             
               To
               your
               own
               souls
               ,
               my
               dearest
               friends
               ,
               although
            
             
               You
               have
               no
               love
               for
               me
               ;
               that
               you
               'll
               declare
            
             
               Hereafter
               to
               the
               world
               ,
               what
               now
               you
               hear
               :
            
             
               This
               favour
               I
               expect
               you
               'll
               not
               deny
            
             
               T'
               allow
               ,
               for
               all
               that
               's
               past
               ,
               to
               th'memory
            
             
               
                 Of
                 one
                 shriev'd
                 by
                 your selves
              
               ,
               but
               boldly
               show
            
             
               Th'
               abused
               world
               ,
               more
               then
               as
               yet
               they
               know
               .
            
             
               
                 And
                 tell
                 that
              
               Job
               ,
               
                 whom
                 ev'n
                 good
                 men
                 envy'd
              
            
             
               
                 Wicked
                 men
                 hated
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 now
                 deride
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 avarice
                 ,
                 hypocrisie
                 ,
                 and
                 pride
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Did
                 clear
                 himself
                 ,
                 and
                 as
                 he
                 liv'd
                 he
                 dy'd
                 .
              
            
          
        
      
       
         
           PART
           .
           IV.
           
        
         
           
             Cap.
             XXXII
             .
          
           
             
               AND
               now
               the
               long
               debate
               is
               at
               an
               end
               ,
               
            
             
               For
               th'
               other
               three
               perceiving
               how
               their
               friend
            
             
               Still
               unconvinc'd
               ,
               himself
               did
               justify
               ,
            
             
               And
               would
               not
               pass
               from
               his
               integrity
               ,
            
             
             
               But
               that
               to
               every
               proof
               and
               evidence
               ,
            
             
               Which
               they
               adduc'd
               ,
               to
               rouz
               his
               Conscience
               ,
            
             
               He
               still
               oppon'd
               his
               
                 unstain'd
                 innocence
              
               .
            
             
               All
               over
               wearied
               ,
               and
               perceiving
               now
            
             
               'T
               was
               but
               in
               vain
               t'
               have
               any
               more
               to
               do
            
             
               With
               one
               ,
               who
               was
               beyond
               their
               reasoning
               ,
            
             
               Hence
               now
               all
               silent
               .
               —
            
          
           
             
               As
               in
               some
               pleadings
               ,
               you
               have
               ,
               after
               all
               
            
             
               Have
               spoke
               ,
               observ'd
               th'Actorney-General
            
             
               Resume
               the
               series
               of
               the
               whole
               debate
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               good
               order
               recapitulate
            
             
               Both
               Parties
               Arguments
               ,
               and
               then
               declare
            
             
               Wherein
               ,
               in
               his
               opinion
               both
               do
               err
               ,
            
             
               And
               where
               agree
               with
               Law
               :
               so
               after
               these
            
             
               And
               Job
               at
               large
               had
               argued
               the
               case
               :
            
             
               One
               ,
               who
               had
               sit
               by
               all
               the
               while
               ,
               and
               heard
            
             
               All
               that
               had
               past
               ,
               but
               had
               not
               yet
               appear'd
            
             
               In
               the
               debate
               ,
               one
               Elihu
               by
               name
               ,
            
             
               A
               pious
               young
               man
               ,
               
                 of
                 the
                 house
                 of
                 Ram
              
               ,
            
             
               Descended
               ,
               as
               is
               thought
               of
               Nahors
               race
               ,
            
             
               Residing
               not
               far
               distant
               from
               the
               place
            
             
               Where
               Job
               did
               live
               :
               come
               hither
               to
               condole
            
             
               As
               well
               ,
               it
               seems
               ,
               as
               th'
               others
               :
               this
               mans
               Soul
            
             
               Enrag'd
               at
               what
               he
               heard
               both
               Parties
               speak
               ,
            
             
               Resolves
               at
               length
               to
               tell
               his
               mind
               ,
               and
               check
            
             
               Both
               of
               'em
               for
               their
               errors
               :
               and
               first
               here
            
             
               Begins
               with
               Job
               ,
               because
               he
               did
               appear
            
             
               To
               justifie
               himself
               ,
               and
               usually
            
             
               Would
               in
               his
               passion
               ask
               a
               reason
               why
            
             
               He
               was
               afflicted
               thus
               ,
               as
               if
               that
               he
            
             
               Had
               known
               no
               sin
               ,
               had
               been
               from
               errour
               free
               ;
            
             
               And
               God
               ,
               whom
               he
               with
               fervency
               and
               zeal
               ,
            
             
               Had
               alwayes
               serv'd
               ,
               now
               had
               not
               us'd
               him
               well
               :
            
             
               But
               laid
               him
               low
               ,
               and
               so
               by
               consequence
            
             
               He
               was
               unjust
               in
               whipping
               innocence
               .
            
          
           
             
               Next
               at
               his
               three
               friends
               he
               was
               angry
               too
               ,
               
            
             
               'Cause
               they
               had
               all
               this
               while
               kept
               such
               adoe
               ,
            
             
               With
               long
               discourses
               ,
               edg'd
               with
               eloquence
               ,
            
             
               And
               argu'd
               with
               great
               heat
               ,
               and
               violence
               ,
            
             
               Against
               a
               man
               ,
               whom
               God
               had
               visited
            
             
               With
               sorrows
               ,
               as
               if
               he
               had
               merited
            
             
               Those
               evils
               ,
               by
               his
               sins
               :
               yet
               after
               all
               ,
            
             
               They
               could
               not
               prove
               that
               he
               was
               Criminal
            
             
               Of
               what
               they
               did
               accuse
               him
               ;
               but
               indeed
            
             
               Did
               rather
               for
               him
               ,
               then
               against
               him
               plead
               .
            
             
               Because
               with
               all
               
                 their
                 painted
                 Allegories
              
               ,
            
             
               Their
               pitiful
               ,
               and
               
                 oft
                 repeated
                 Stories
              
               ,
            
             
               Of
               great
               mens
               down-falls
               ;
               and
               the
               Tragical
            
             
               
                 Exits
                 of
                 those
                 ,
                 whom
                 th'
                 world
                 doth
                 happy
                 call
                 :
              
            
             
               They
               were
               so
               far
               from
               proving
               what
               they
               aim'd
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               admir'd
               such
               men
               were
               not
               asham'd
            
             
               To
               so
               small
               purpose
               to
               have
               argued
               ,
            
             
               When
               he
               observ'd
               to
               all
               that
               he
               had
               said
               ,
            
             
               Th'
               afflicted
               man
               had
               with
               such
               gravity
               ,
            
             
               Such
               polish'd
               reason
               ,
               and
               solidity
               ,
            
             
             
               So
               wisely
               ,
               and
               discreetly
               answered
               ,
            
             
               As
               they
               had
               not
               yet
               any
               progress
               made
            
             
               In
               what
               they
               undertook
               ,
               nor
               could
               they
               prove
            
             
               That
               he
               was
               one
               found
               guilty
               from
               above
               .
            
             
               Yet
               had
               all
               three
               concluded
               he
               was
               such
            
             
               
                 As
                 those
                 great
                 men
                 of
                 whom
                 they
                 talk'd
                 too
                 much
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Now
               this
               same
               Elihu
               ,
               this
               knowing
               Youth
               
            
             
               Sate
               silently
               not
               opening
               of
               his
               mouth
               ,
            
             
               During
               the
               whole
               Debate
               ,
               and
               with
               attention
               ,
            
             
               Had
               heard
               them
               speak
               ,
               what
               in
               his
               apprehension
               ,
            
             
               Might
               ha'
               been
               spar'd
               :
               yet
               would
               not
               undertake
            
             
               To
               interrupt
               them
               ,
               whilst
               they
               yet
               did
               speak
               ,
            
             
               In
               reverence
               to
               their
               Age
               ,
               and
               that
               true
               sense
            
             
               Of
               things
               afforded
               by
               experience
               ,
            
             
               With
               which
               he
               thought
               those
               men
               were
               richly
               stor'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               therefore
               ,
               whilst
               they
               argu'd
               ,
               not
               one
               word
            
             
               Upon
               the
               Subject
               from
               his
               mouth
               did
               fall
               ,
            
             
               Though
               in
               his
               mind
               he
               kept
               record
               of
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               now
               that
               Job
               his
               last
               Discourse
               had
               ended
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               he
               ,
               with
               patience
               ,
               had
               some
               time
               attended
               ,
            
             
               To
               see
               if
               any
               of
               'em
               would
               answer
               make
               ,
            
             
               That
               not
               succeeding
               ,
               as
               he
               did
               expect
               ,
            
             
               In
               indignation
               ,
               he
               began
               to
               speak
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               'me
               young
               ,
               says
               he
               ,
               't
               is
               true
               ,
               and
               you
               are
               old
               ,
               
            
             
               On
               which
               account
               I
               durst
               not
               be
               so
               bold
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               you
               persisted
               in
               your
               reasoning
               ,
            
             
               To
               give
               you
               my
               opinion
               of
               the
               thing
               :
            
             
               But
               now
               ,
               that
               I
               perceive
               you
               
                 at
                 a
                 Bay
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               it
               appears
               you
               have
               no
               more
               to
               say
               ;
            
             
               Not
               knowing
               further
               ,
               as
               the
               Case
               doth
               stand
               ,
            
             
               How
               to
               pursue
               the
               Argument
               in
               hand
               :
            
             
               And
               that
               Jobs
               Reason's
               strong
               .
               yours
               low
               ,
               and
               weak
            
             
               I
               think
               it
               is
               high
               time
               for
               me
               to
               speak
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               ,
               truth
               ,
               I
               with
               the
               Vulgar
               ,
               had
               esteem
               
            
             
               For
               every
               
                 Formal
                 Fop
              
               ,
               that
               bore
               the
               name
            
             
               Of
               solid
               Judgment
               hudled
               up
               in
               years
               ,
            
             
               And
               had
               a
               great
               respect
               for
               
                 Silver
                 hairs
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               now
               I
               see
               ,
               now
               I
               perceive
               at
               last
               ,
               
            
             
               (
               Reflecting
               seriously
               on
               what
               is
               past
               ,
               )
            
             
               The
               fallacy
               of
               this
               
                 Vulgar
                 Error
              
               ,
               now
            
             
               I
               clearly
               see
               ,
               what
               't
               is
               to
               have
               to
               do
            
             
               With
               
                 men
                 of
                 reason
              
               ;
               who
               ,
               as
               well
               appears
               ,
            
             
               Are
               not
               to
               be
               out-brav'd
               by
               
                 boasting
                 years
              
               .
            
             
               Now
               I
               perceive
               ,
               what
               we
               Experience
               call
            
             
               And
               aged
               Judgment
               ,
               is
               meer
               cous'nage
               all
               .
            
             
               For
               when
               't
               is
               brought
               to
               th'
               Test
               ,
               and
               we
               expect
            
             
               Our
               gray-hair'd
               Sires
               ,
               like
               Oracles
               should
               speak
               ,
            
             
               And
               utter
               nothing
               ,
               but
               
                 grave
                 Sentences
              
               ;
            
             
               In
               you
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               I
               've
               seen
               ,
               I
               do
               profess
            
             
               Nothing
               but
               a
               
                 tenacious
                 wilfulness
              
               .
            
             
               For
               I
               've
               observ'd
               ,
               with
               how
               much
               heat
               ,
               and
               passion
            
             
               You
               spoke
               ,
               and
               us'd
               but
               little
               moderation
            
             
               In
               your
               Discourse
               :
               which
               ,
               if
               I
               may
               divine
               ,
            
             
               The
               Judgment
               ,
               by
               the
               Tongue
               ,
               is
               no
               good
               sign
            
             
             
               Of
               reall
               wisdom
               :
               and
               I
               now
               conceive
               ,
            
             
               That
               we
               of
               
                 younger
                 years
              
               ,
               are
               made
               believe
               ,
            
             
               Old
               men
               ,
               to
               be
               the
               only
               men
               of
               sense
               ,
            
             
               Because
               enrich'd
               with
               
                 long
                 experience
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               no
               man
               ,
               while
               old
               can
               become
               wise
               ,
            
             
               Meerly
               by
               
                 th'unperceived
                 artifice
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 bare
                 Tradition
              
               :
               as
               the
               idle
               tales
            
             
               Of
               
                 Fairies
                 ,
                 and
                 Hobgoblins
              
               ,
               or
               what
               else
            
             
               Good
               women
               ,
               to
               affright
               their
               babes
               devise
            
             
               Do
               passe
               for
               truths
               ,
               though
               little
               more
               then
               lies
               .
            
          
           
             
               No
               ,
               trust
               me
               ,
               wisdom
               is
               not
               purchased
            
             
               By
               length
               of
               days
               ,
               nor
               can
               a
               man
               be
               said
            
             
               To
               be
               an
               owner
               of
               that
               quality
               ,
            
             
               Which
               we
               call
               wisdom
               ,
               or
               solidity
               ,
            
             
               Only
               because
               of
               his
               antiquity
               .
            
             
               Alace
               ,
               you
               are
               deceiv'd
               ,
               if
               you
               think
               so
               ,
            
             
               For
               ,
               by
               what
               I
               have
               learn'd
               ,
               I
               tell
               you
               no.
            
             
               I
               tell
               you
               no
               ,
               —
               for
               I
               am
               confident
               ,
            
             
               There
               is
               a
               Spirit
               ,
               which
               from
               Heaven
               is
               sent
            
             
               Into
               our
               Breasts
               ,
               by
               which
               we
               learn
               to
               know
               ,
            
             
               What
               all
               our
               toile
               ,
               and
               labour
               here
               below
            
             
               Cannot
               attain
               :
               for
               (
               to
               be
               plain
               with
               you
               )
            
             
               I
               alwayes
               thought
               ,
               but
               am
               confirmed
               now
               ,
            
             
               That
               
                 wisdom
                 is
                 a
                 spark
                 of
                 Divine
                 flame
                 ,
              
            
             
               A
               piercing
               glance
               of
               him
               whose
               hand
               did
               frame
            
             
               The
               Universe
               :
               a
               most
               conspicuous
               sign
            
             
               Of
               what
               we
               know
               ,
               but
               cannot
               well
               define
               .
            
             
               I
               think
               it
               one
               of
               those
               
                 Coelestial
                 Rayes
              
               ,
            
             
               Which
               neither
               doth
               consist
               in
               years
               ,
               nor
               days
               :
            
             
               A
               thing
               that
               is
               not
               in
               a
               
                 Sanguine
                 air
              
               ,
            
             
               Or
               a
               
                 brisque
                 Mine
              
               ,
               though
               one
               would
               think
               that
               there
            
             
               Great
               Spirits
               lodg'd
               ,
               nor
               in
               a
               
                 serious
                 eye
              
               ,
            
             
               Or
               sad
               deportment
               doth
               this
               wisdom
               lye
               .
            
             
               Nor
               in
               a
               
                 dull
                 ,
                 and
                 slow
                 phlegmatick
                 sense
                 ,
              
            
             
               Which
               doth
               not
               yeeld
               the
               world
               much
               eloquence
               ,
            
             
               But
               by
               a
               
                 forc'd
                 frugality
                 of
                 speech
              
               ,
            
             
               Would
               make
               us
               think
               what
               is
               above
               its
               reach
               ,
            
             
               Were
               jealously
               shut
               up
               within
               its
               breast
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               this
               
                 wise
                 thing
              
               ,
               knows
               of
               all
               others
               least
               .
            
             
               Nor
               in
               a
               sullen
               
                 melancholy
                 look
              
               ,
            
             
               Which
               seems
               to
               order
               all
               things
               by
               the
               Book
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               all
               subtile
               Arts
               ,
               and
               Sciences
            
             
               Knows
               more
               ,
               then
               it
               has
               language
               to
               expresse
               ,
            
             
               No
               ,
               I
               think
               wit
               consists
               in
               none
               of
               these
               .
            
             
               'T
               is
               neither
               in
               Earth
               ,
               Water
               ,
               Air
               ,
               nor
               Fire
               ,
            
             
               But
               God
               alone
               ,
               true
               wisdom
               doth
               inspire
               .
            
          
           
             
               'T
               is
               true
               ,
               I
               know
               there
               is
               a
               rational
               ,
            
             
               And
               well
               prepared
               soul
               infus'd
               in
               all
            
             
               The
               Race
               of
               Adam
               ,
               by
               which
               they
               indeed
            
             
               From
               other
               Creatures
               are
               distinguished
               :
            
             
               And
               that
               this
               soul
               ,
               which
               (
               being
               the
               same
               in
               all
            
             
               The
               Sons
               of
               men
               ,
               )
               we
               do
               a
               Spirit
               call
               :
            
             
             
               May
               be
               by
               Art
               ,
               and
               curious
               Industry
            
             
               So
               much
               improv'd
               ,
               and
               elevat
               so
               hye
               ,
            
             
               
                 'T
                 will
                 stoop
                 to
                 nothing
                 ,
                 but
                 Divinity
                 :
              
            
             
               Yet
               in
               that
               Spirit
               Wisdom
               doth
               not
               dwell
               ,
            
             
               For
               there
               's
               a
               Spirit
               ,
               that
               doth
               yet
               excell
            
             
               That
               Spirit
               ;
               which
               we
               may
               call
               
                 Divine
                 Grace
              
               ,
            
             
               There
               ,
               there
               true
               Wisdome
               hath
               its
               dwelling
               place
               ,
            
             
               There
               it
               resides
               ,
               and
               in
               that
               Spirit
               ,
               God
               ,
            
             
               For
               mans
               instruction
               keeps
               his
               firm
               abode
               .
            
             
               Hence
               those
               that
               are
               not
               furnish'd
               with
               this
               Spirit
               ,
            
             
               Let
               them
               all
               Learning
               ,
               Parts
               ,
               and
               Wit
               inherit
               :
            
             
               Let
               them
               with
               stretches
               of
               a
               large
               dimension
               ,
            
             
               Exceed
               the
               reach
               of
               
                 humane
                 apprehension
              
               ,
            
             
               In
               their
               high
               ,
               subtile
               notions
               :
               let
               them
               raise
            
             
               Themselves
               beyond
               the
               
                 faculty
                 of
                 praise
              
               ,
            
             
               Yea
               ,
               let
               all
               men
               them
               wise
               ,
               and
               prudent
               call
               ,
            
             
               
                 Without
                 this
                 Spirit
                 ,
                 they
                 're
                 but
                 dunces
                 all
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               For
               don't
               we
               see
               how
               those
               ,
               whom
               all
               esteem
               
            
             
               Prudent
               ,
               learn'd
               ,
               wise
               ,
               and
               Politicians
               name
            
             
               The
               great
               eyes
               of
               the
               world
               :
               the
               knowing
               things
            
             
               Whom
               we
               call
               States-men
               ,
               by
               whose
               wisdome
               Kings
            
             
               Are
               rul'd
               ,
               who
               rule
               us
               all
               .
               —
            
             
               When
               by
               their
               carnal
               wit
               ,
               and
               policy
               ,
            
             
               Void
               of
               all
               grace
               ,
               they
               labour
               foolishly
               ,
            
             
               To
               do
               great
               things
               ;
               that
               thence
               they
               may
               attain
            
             
               The
               reputation
               of
               contriving
               men
               ,
            
             
               When
               by
               their
               wit
               they
               make
               alliances
            
             
               And
               break
               them
               too
               ,
               to
               serve
               their
               purposes
               ,
            
             
               More
               then
               their
               
                 Princes
                 int'rest
              
               ,
               for
               their
               zeal
            
             
               Neither
               regards
               the
               Crown
               ,
               nor
               Common-weal
               ,
            
             
               But
               their
               own
               ends
               ,
               until
               the
               Princes
               eye
            
             
               Begins
               to
               make
               some
               sharp
               discovery
            
             
               Of
               their
               ill
               actings
               ;
               then
               their
               wit
               appears
               ,
            
             
               Their
               great
               experience
               ,
               and
               their
               length
               of
               years
            
             
               To
               be
               meer
               folly
               ,
               and
               they
               now
               too
               late
            
             
               Do
               find
               that
               something
               not
               precogitate
            
             
               Doth
               lack
               ,
               which
               would
               ha'
               made
               their
               wits
               compleat
            
             
               For
               now
               estranged
               from
               their
               Princes
               face
               ,
            
             
               They
               find
               their
               wisdome
               was
               not
               that
               of
               grace
               :
            
          
           
             
               And
               now
               the
               
                 poor
                 discarded
                 man
                 of
                 wit
              
               ,
            
             
               In
               solitude
               most
               pensively
               doth
               sit
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               with
               his
               former
               greatness
               he
               begins
               ,
            
             
               At
               once
               to
               call
               to
               mind
               his
               
                 former
                 sins
              
               :
            
             
               And
               so
               concludes
               ,
               for
               all
               his
               wit
               and
               art
               ,
            
             
               He
               was
               deceiv'd
               by
               a
               
                 deceitful
                 heart
              
               ,
            
             
               Which
               made
               him
               still
               believe
               that
               without
               grace
               ,
            
             
               His
               parts
               would
               fully
               do
               his
               business
               ;
            
             
               But
               now
               he
               sees
               he
               's
               but
               a
               very
               fool
               ,
            
             
               A
               child
               ,
               and
               yet
               but
               entring
               to
               
                 the
                 School
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 real
                 wisdome
              
               :
               and
               endeavours
               now
            
             
               In
               the
               short
               time
               he
               has
               with
               much
               adoe
            
             
               To
               know
               but
               even
               the
               Rudiments
               of
               that
               ,
            
             
               Which
               far
               transcends
               all
               
                 guilded
                 Rules
                 of
                 State.
              
               
            
          
           
             
             
               Since
               wisdome
               then
               in
               years
               doth
               not
               consist
               ,
               
            
             
               Nor
               in
               high
               knowledge
               ,
               (
               think
               you
               what
               you
               list
               )
            
             
               For
               my
               part
               ,
               I
               think
               one
               that
               has
               not
               yet
            
             
               Attain'd
               to
               either
               ,
               freely
               may
               debate
            
             
               Upon
               a
               subject
               ,
               where
               both
               young
               and
               old
            
             
               Are
               equally
               concern'd
               :
               I
               must
               be
               bold
            
             
               To
               tell
               you
               then
               ,
               of
               what
               you
               three
               have
               said
               ,
            
             
               And
               what
               our
               friend
               has
               spoke
               ,
               that
               I
               have
               made
            
             
               My
               own
               weak
               observations
               ,
               and
               am
               now
            
             
               Ready
               to
               show
               you
               ,
               what
               I
               do
               allow
               ,
            
             
               What
               not
               ,
               in
               all
               you
               've
               spoke
               .
               —
            
             
               Then
               after
               all
               your
               learned
               reasoning
               ,
            
             
               Be
               pleas'd
               to
               hear
               my
               judgement
               of
               the
               thing
               .
            
          
           
             
               Why
               then
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               during
               your
               long
               debate
               ,
               
            
             
               I
               have
               observ'd
               your
               words
               ,
               whilst
               you
               did
               state
            
             
               The
               Question
               in
               hand
               ,
               and
               eagerly
            
             
               With
               all
               your
               art
               maintain'd
               the
               verity
            
             
               Of
               your
               assertions
               :
               yet
               me
               thought
               ,
               indeed
            
             
               That
               all
               the
               while
               you
               never
               answered
            
             
               The
               Arguments
               ,
               which
               Job
               in
               his
               defence
            
             
               Often
               adduc'd
               ,
               to
               prove
               his
               innocence
               :
            
             
               So
               well
               ,
               and
               fully
               ,
               as
               you
               might
               ha'
               done
               ;
            
             
               But
               that
               —
            
             
               '
               Stead
               of
               refuting
               of
               what
               he
               maintain'd
               ,
            
             
               You
               rather
               fortin'd
               him
               ,
               and
               have
               gain'd
            
             
               Nothing
               as
               I
               perceive
               by
               this
               debate
               ,
            
             
               But
               rather
               seem
               by
               him
               to
               be
               defeat
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               when
               I
               had
               considered
               all
               you
               spoke
               ,
               
            
             
               I
               found
               your
               reasons
               were
               but
               
                 empty
                 smoake
              
               :
            
             
               And
               all
               your
               Arguments
               to
               me
               appear'd
            
             
               But
               a●ryknacks
               ;
               for
               yet
               I
               have
               not
               heard
            
             
               Any
               of
               you
               ,
               for
               all
               your
               pungent
               wit
               ,
            
             
               In
               your
               discourse
               judiciously
               hit
            
             
               Upon
               the
               point
               :
               as
               truth
               you
               should
               a'done
               ,
            
             
               And
               you
               shall
               hear
               how
               I
               shall
               do
               anon
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               do
               not
               think
               that
               you
               have
               overcome
               
            
             
               Job
               with
               your
               reasons
               ,
               and
               have
               made
               him
               dumb
            
             
               By
               force
               of
               argument
               ,
               for
               what
               you
               said
            
             
               
                 That
                 God
                 was
                 just
                 ,
                 and
                 only
                 punished
              
            
             
               
                 Such
                 as
                 deserv'd
              
               ;
               which
               you
               did
               all
               maintain
            
             
               To
               be
               a
               maxime
               ,
               and
               once
               ,
               and
               again
            
             
               VVould
               urge
               it
               strongly
               ,
               truth
               I
               take
               to
               be
            
             
               
                 A
                 point
                 debatable
              
               ;
               because
               I
               see
            
             
               
                 No
                 inconsistence
                 'twixt
                 the
                 equity
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 God
                 th'afflicter
                 ,
                 and
                 th'integrity
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 him
                 ,
                 who
                 is
                 afflicted
              
               ;
               for
               I
               know
            
             
               
                 God
                 keeps
                 a
                 many
                 worthy
                 persons
                 low
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 For
                 their
                 own
                 good
              
               ;
               whom
               we
               must
               not
               conceive
            
             
               To
               be
               offenders
               ,
               or
               with
               you
               believe
            
             
               That
               none
               but
               such
               do
               suffer
               :
               at
               this
               rate
            
             
               You
               've
               argu'd
               all
               this
               while
               ,
               but
               I
               shall
               state
            
             
               The
               matter
               otherwise
               ,
               and
               plainly
               show
            
             
               That
               though
               this
               man
               were
               innocent
               ,
               yet
               so
            
             
               To
               bluster
               in
               his
               triall
               ,
               and
               complain
            
             
             
               Of
               his
               hard
               usage
               ,
               as
               if
               he
               'd
               arraign
            
             
               The
               God
               of
               justice
               ,
               for
               iniquity
            
             
               Is
               such
               a
               fault
               as
               none
               can
               justify
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               then
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               as
               I
               am
               not
               engag'd
               
            
             
               In
               quarrel
               with
               this
               man
               ;
               nor
               have
               I
               stag'd
            
             
               My self
               his
               opposit
               :
               and
               with
               such
               heat
               ,
            
             
               As
               you
               have
               done
               ,
               mannag'd
               a
               long
               debate
               ,
            
             
               With
               one
               in
               his
               sad
               circumstances
               ,
               so
            
             
               I
               will
               not
               use
               
                 your
                 reasons
              
               ,
               for
               I
               know
            
             
               My
               friends
               distemper
               ,
               and
               I
               will
               endeavour
            
             
               By
               other
               means
               ,
               then
               yours
               ,
               to
               cure
               his
               feaver
               .
            
          
           
             
               Especially
               ,
               because
               I
               now
               perceive
               
            
             
               You
               're
               silent
               ,
               I
               have
               reason
               to
               believe
            
             
               The
               heat
               of
               your
               sharp
               arguing
               now
               is
               spent
               ,
            
             
               And
               you
               'll
               no
               more
               pursue
               your
               argument
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               I
               expected
               ,
               that
               in
               such
               a
               case
               ,
               
            
             
               Your
               language
               with
               your
               reason
               would
               encrease
               ,
            
             
               But
               now
               I
               see
               you
               're
               mute
               ,
               and
               hold
               your
               peace
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               therefore
               think
               ,
               't
               is
               now
               high
               time
               for
               me
               
            
             
               To
               speake
               my
               thoughts
               ,
               and
               let
               you
               plainly
               see
            
             
               Your
               error
               in
               the
               subject
               ,
               and
               defend
            
             
               At
               least
               ,
               in
               some
               points
               ,
               our
               distressed
               friend
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               when
               my
               Makers
               honour
               lies
               at
               stake
               ,
               
            
             
               If
               ever
               ,
               I
               am
               now
               oblig'd
               to
               speake
               ,
            
             
               I
               'm
               now
               oblig'd
               to
               speake
               ;
               because
               I
               find
            
             
               The
               spirit
               within
               me
               bids
               me
               speake
               my
               mind
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               as
               
                 new
                 wine
              
               in
               Bottles
               doth
               ferment
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               quickly
               bursts
               ,
               if
               it
               doth
               find
               no
               vent
               ,
            
             
               So
               ,
               if
               I
               speake
               not
               ,
               what
               the
               spirit
               now
               ,
            
             
               In
               a
               well
               ord'red
               zeal
               doth
               promp
               me
               too
               ,
            
             
               I
               doubt
               my
               mind
               with
               matter
               so
               replete
               ,
            
             
               Will
               force
               a
               passage
               ,
               and
               expatiate
            
             
               It self
               in
               some
               disorder
               ,
               or
               at
               least
               ,
            
             
               My
               words
               will
               issue
               through
               my
               
                 very
                 breast
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               That
               therefore
               to
               my
               numerous
               thoughts
               I
               may
               ,
               
            
             
               What
               e're
               be
               th'
               event
               ,
               make
               some
               speedy
               way
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               refresh
               my
               spirits
               ,
               I
               must
               speake
               ,
            
             
               Though
               possibly
               in
               such
               a
               dialect
               ,
            
             
               As
               will
               not
               please
               both
               parties
               ,
               yet
               I
               must
            
             
               Expresse
               my
               mind
               ,
               and
               truth
               I
               shall
               be
               just
            
             
               To
               all
               of
               you
               ,
               and
               so
               far
               ,
               as
               I
               can
               ,
            
             
               Avoide
               to
               give
               offence
               to
               any
               man.
               
            
          
           
             
               But
               I
               must
               tell
               you
               that
               you
               may
               expect
               ,
               
            
             
               My
               mind
               I
               will
               impartially
               speak
               ;
            
             
               I
               'll
               flatter
               none
               of
               you
               ,
               but
               will
               expresse
            
             
               With
               freedom
               ,
               what
               I
               think
               upon
               the
               case
               :
            
             
               Without
               regard
               to
               this
               
                 poor
                 man
              
               ,
               who
               lies
            
             
               On
               Dung-hill
               now
               ,
               and
               whom
               all
               men
               despise
               ,
            
             
               Or
               you
               ,
               
                 who
                 think
                 your selves
                 extreamly
                 wise
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               I
               could
               never
               to
               this
               hour
               perswade
               
            
             
               My self
               on
               any
               terms
               to
               learn
               
                 the
                 trade
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 flattering
              
               ,
               especially
               where
            
             
               The
               Cause
               of
               God's
               in
               hand
               ,
               for
               there
               ,
               O
               there
               ,
            
             
               Without
               regard
               to
               men
               ,
               I
               must
               be
               free
               ,
            
             
             
               As
               all
               
                 of
                 my
                 Profession
              
               should
               be
               .
            
             
               Else
               ,
               if
               I
               should
               at
               any
               time
               forbear
            
             
               To
               speak
               ,
               what
               God
               commands
               me
               ,
               out
               of
               fear
               ,
            
             
               Of
               any
               Earthly
               Power
               ,
               or
               meanly
               shrink
            
             
               At
               threats
               of
               any
               ,
               I
               might
               justly
               think
               ,
            
             
               
                 I
                 were
                 unworthy
                 of
                 that
                 Character
              
            
             
               
                 Which
                 all
                 that
                 speak
                 by
                 inspiration
                 bear
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             Cap.
             XXXIII
             .
          
           
             
               WHerefore
               I
               pray
               thee
               ,
               Job
               ,
               but
               hear
               me
               now
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               to
               what
               I
               design
               to
               speak
               ,
               allow
            
             
               But
               some
               attention
               ,
               and
               I
               shall
               commend
            
             
               Thy
               Patience
               ,
               if
               thou
               hear
               me
               to
               an
               end
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               now
               ,
               dear
               friend
               ,
               that
               I
               intend
               to
               speak
               
            
             
               Upon
               thy
               Case
               ,
               I
               will
               indeed
               expect
            
             
               Attentive
               silence
               ,
               whilst
               impartially
            
             
               I
               both
               demonstrate
               where
               thy
               Errors
               ly
               ,
            
             
               And
               where
               thou
               hast
               spoke
               right
               ,
               for
               now
               I
               see
            
             
               The
               whole
               weight
               of
               the
               Matter
               lyes
               on
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               therefore
               plainly
               do
               intend
               to
               show
               
            
             
               What
               I
               by
               certain
               information
               know
               :
            
             
               Not
               what
               
                 old
                 Women
                 feign
                 ,
                 or
                 old
                 men
                 dream
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Or
                 what
                 is
                 scattered
                 by
                 injurious
                 Fame
              
            
             
               
                 Through
                 all
                 the
                 Neighbourhood
                 ,
                 on
                 this
                 occasion
                 ,
              
            
             
               But
               openly
               ,
               without
               dissimulation
               ,
            
             
               I
               'le
               show
               thee
               ,
               what
               my
               thoughts
               are
               of
               the
               thing
               ,
            
             
               On
               which
               I
               have
               heard
               so
               much
               reasoning
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               ,
               though
               I
               am
               not
               far
               advanc'd
               in
               years
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               neither
               Head
               ,
               nor
               Face
               ,
               as
               yet
               appears
            
             
               In
               the
               grave
               dye
               of
               
                 a
                 few
                 withered
                 Hairs
              
               .
            
             
               Yet
               I
               'me
               a
               Man
               ,
               a
               Creature
               rational
               ,
            
             
               And
               know
               as
               much
               ,
               as
               any
               of
               you
               all
               ,
            
             
               For
               that
               
                 good
                 Spirit
              
               ,
               which
               did
               me
               create
               ,
            
             
               Has
               taught
               me
               both
               to
               speak
               ,
               and
               to
               debate
               ,
            
             
               On
               such
               occasions
               ;
               and
               I
               do
               not
               know
            
             
               Why
               that
               Almighty
               God
               ,
               who
               first
               did
               blow
            
             
               On
               this
               poor
               lump
               of
               Clay
               ,
               might
               not
               have
               then
            
             
               Inform'd
               me
               full
               as
               well
               ,
               as
               other
               men
               ,
            
             
               With
               that
               high
               Knowledge
               ,
               and
               made
               me
               advance
            
             
               Beyond
               my
               years
               ,
               in
               what
               ,
               with
               Arrogance
               ,
            
             
               Our
               aged
               Men
               would
               to
               themselves
               enhaunce
               .
            
          
           
             
               Again
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               I
               'de
               have
               thee
               to
               give
               ear
               
            
             
               To
               what
               I
               speak
               ,
               because
               I
               am
               not
               here
            
             
               To
               take
               advantage
               of
               thy
               misery
               ,
            
             
               And
               tell
               thee
               in
               thy
               face
               ,
               so
               bitterly
               ,
            
             
               As
               these
               thy
               friends
               have
               done
               ,
               that
               thou
               art
               lost
               ,
            
             
               Undone
               ,
               adjudg'd
               to
               Wrath
               ,
               thy
               Doom
               engross't
               ;
            
             
               And
               that
               bless'd
               Countenance
               ,
               that
               Light
               divine
               ,
            
             
             
               Which
               on
               all
               those
               ,
               whom
               God
               esteems
               doth
               shine
               ,
            
             
               Is
               as
               to
               thee
               eclips'd
               ,
               and
               will
               no
               more
            
             
               Refresh
               thy
               Soul
               ,
               as
               it
               has
               done
               before
               .
            
             
               No
               ,
               in
               such
               terms
               I
               'le
               not
               my self
               express
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               use
               such
               harsh
               reflections
               ,
               as
               these
            
             
               Upon
               thy
               by-past
               life
               ;
               which
               if
               ,
               or
               no
            
             
               'T
               was
               such
               as
               they
               alledge
               ,
               I
               do
               not
               know
               .
            
             
               Nor
               will
               I
               check
               thee
               ,
               when
               I
               hear
               thee
               speak
            
             
               Of
               thy
               Integrity
               ,
               or
               answer
               make
            
             
               To
               what
               I
               charge
               thee
               ,
               with
               firm
               Protestation
               ,
            
             
               Of
               thy
               unspotted
               Life
               ,
               and
               Conversation
               .
            
             
               No
               ,
               thou
               shalt
               have
               free
               libertie
               for
               me
            
             
               To
               answer
               for
               thy self
               ,
               thou
               may'st
               be
               free
               ,
            
             
               In
               what
               thou
               hast
               to
               say
               in
               thy
               defence
               ,
            
             
               And
               openlie
               lay
               out
               thy
               Innocence
               ,
            
             
               With
               all
               the
               art
               thou
               canst
               :
               take
               courage
               then
               ,
            
             
               And
               be
               not
               overcome
               by
               what
               those
               men
            
             
               Have
               spoke
               against
               thee
               :
               for
               I
               lay
               no
               hold
            
             
               On
               their
               assertions
               ;
               be
               thou
               therefore
               bold
               ,
            
             
               And
               speak
               out
               freely
               what
               in
               thy
               defence
            
             
               Thou
               canst
               alledge
               ,
               with
               all
               the
               eloquence
               ,
            
             
               God
               has
               afforded
               thee
               ;
               be
               not
               afraid
            
             
               Of
               mortal
               men
               ,
               who
               usuallie
               upbraid
            
             
               Their
               friends
               with
               sin
               ,
               though
               neer
               so
               innocent
               ,
            
             
               When
               they
               perceive
               them
               in
               this
               exigent
               ,
            
             
               As
               thou
               art
               now
               ,
               for
               if
               thou
               trulie
               be
            
             
               Just
               ,
               innocent
               ,
               upright
               ,
               from
               error
               free
               ,
            
             
               As
               thou
               seem'st
               to
               pretend
               ,
               by
               all
               that
               's
               past
               ,
            
             
               Why
               shouldst
               thou
               not
               stand
               to
               it
               to
               the
               last
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yes
               ,
               why
               should'st
               not
               stand
               to
               it
               ,
               for
               what
               thou
               
            
             
               Hast
               all
               this
               while
               desir'd
               is
               granted
               now
               :
            
             
               Thou
               didst
               desire
               that
               thou
               with
               God
               might'st
               plead
               ,
            
             
               Why
               do
               it
               now
               ,
               for
               I
               am
               in
               his
               stead
               :
            
             
               I
               have
               Commission
               from
               our
               Great
               Creator
            
             
               To
               hear
               thee
               speak
               at
               large
               upon
               the
               matter
               :
            
             
               Thou
               didst
               desire
               that
               he
               would
               hear
               thy
               case
               ,
            
             
               Why
               then
               ,
               imagine
               I
               am
               in
               his
               place
               ,
            
             
               Appointed
               as
               his
               Auditor
               ,
               say
               then
               ,
            
             
               Speak
               out
               thy
               mind
               ,
               be
               not
               afraid
               of
               men
               :
            
             
               For
               I
               ,
               although
               I
               bear
               the
               character
            
             
               
                 Of
                 the
                 Almighties
                 High
                 Commissioner
              
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               I
               am
               but
               a
               man
               ,
               as
               thou
               art
               ,
               made
            
             
               Of
               dust
               ,
               and
               clay
               ,
               be
               not
               thou
               then
               afraid
            
             
               That
               I
               will
               crush
               thee
               ,
               or
               increase
               thy
               woe
               ,
            
             
               By
               screwing
               up
               thy
               doleful
               sorrows
               ,
               no
               ,
            
             
               I
               will
               not
               use
               such
               methods
               ,
               but
               appear
            
             
               As
               soft
               ,
               as
               if
               I
               whisper'd
               in
               thy
               ear
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               will
               not
               use
               thee
               ,
               as
               thy
               friends
               ha'
               done
               ,
               
            
             
               Nor
               shall
               my
               Language
               in
               their
               Channel
               run
               :
            
             
               Such
               
                 picquant
                 words
              
               ,
               as
               they
               have
               spoke
               ,
               shall
               be
            
             
               In
               my
               speech
               on
               the
               subject
               far
               from
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               To
               tell
               thee
               freely
               then
               ,
               I
               must
               complain
               
            
             
               Of
               what
               I
               've
               heard
               thee
               speak
               once
               ,
               and
               again
               :
            
             
               I
               must
               reprove
               thee
               for
               
                 some
                 rash
                 Expressions
              
               ,
            
             
               Which
               thou
               hast
               often
               used
               in
               thy
               Passions
               ;
            
             
               For
               ,
               to
               my
               grief
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               
                 I
                 've
                 heard
                 thee
                 speak
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 What
                 from
                 a
                 wise
                 man
                 I
                 did
                 not
                 expect
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               O
               ,
               saidst
               thou
               ,
               I
               am
               clean
               ,
               and
               innocent
               ,
               
            
             
               Free
               of
               all
               sin
               ,
               in
               Virtue
               eminent
               :
            
             
               I
               know
               not
               what
               belongs
               to
               vice
               ,
               not
               I
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               am
               acquainted
               with
               Iniquity
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               hath
               my
               great
               Creator
               punished
               
            
             
               Me
               no
               less
               ,
               then
               if
               I
               had
               merited
            
             
               Such
               Judgments
               by
               my
               sins
               :
               his
               Wrath
               has
               seiz'd
            
             
               Upon
               my
               very
               soul
               ;
               and
               he
               is
               pleas'd
               ,
            
             
               '
               Stead
               of
               rewarding
               my
               Integrity
               ,
            
             
               To
               look
               upon
               me
               ,
               as
               his
               Enemy
               :
            
             
               '
               Has
               pick't
               a
               Quarrel
               with
               me
               ,
               and
               of
               late
            
             
               '
               Has
               sore
               oppress
               't
               me
               ,
               for
               
                 I
                 know
                 not
                 what
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               ,
               as
               a
               Malefactor
               I
               am
               us'd
               ,
               
            
             
               Arrested
               ,
               clap't
               i'th'Stocks
               ,
               Arraign'd
               ,
               Accus'd
               ,
            
             
               Condemn'd
               ,
               and
               Forfault
               ,
               and
               yet
               all
               this
               time
            
             
               He
               'll
               not
               let
               me
               so
               much
               as
               know
               my
               Crime
               .
            
          
           
             
               Why
               here
               ,
               it
               is
               now
               ,
               here
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               indeed
               
            
             
               Thou
               grossly
               err'st
               :
               and
               if
               thou
               dost
               proceed
            
             
               In
               such
               untain'd
               Expressions
               ,
               as
               these
               ,
            
             
               Allow
               me
               ,
               friend
               ,
               to
               tell
               thee
               in
               thy
               face
               ,
            
             
               Wer
               't
               thou
               as
               upright
               ,
               innocent
               ,
               and
               just
            
             
               As
               he
               ,
               whom
               God
               did
               out
               of
               pregnant
               Dust
            
             
               At
               first
               creat
               ,
               before
               his
               foul
               Offence
            
             
               Did
               stain
               the
               beauty
               of
               his
               Innocence
               :
            
             
               Yet
               thus
               to
               talk
               ,
               thus
               foolishly
               to
               prate
               ,
            
             
               Thus
               with
               thy
               Maker
               to
               expostulate
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               he
               were
               thy
               Equal
               ,
               is
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
            
             
               Such
               an
               escape
               ,
               as
               no
               man
               can
               defend
               .
            
             
               
                 This
                 is
                 thy
                 Crime
                 ,
                 this
                 is
                 the
                 Fault
                 indeed
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Thus
                 guiltily
                 thy
                 Innocence
                 to
                 plead
              
               ;
            
             
               
                 Thus
                 in
                 asserting
                 thy
                 Integrity
              
            
             
               
                 T'
                 accuse
                 Heavens
                 Monarch
                 of
                 Iniquity
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Who
                 is
                 all
                 Justice
              
               :
               Pray
               what
               dost
               thou
               mean
               ,
            
             
               Do'st
               think
               if
               thou
               be
               from
               all
               Error
               clean
               ,
            
             
               But
               he
               is
               far
               more
               clean
               ;
               if
               thou
               be
               pure
               ,
            
             
               Upright
               ,
               and
               just
               in
               all
               thy
               ways
               ,
               why
               sure
            
             
               He
               ,
               who
               inspir'd
               thee
               ,
               he
               who
               made
               thee
               live
               ,
            
             
               He
               ,
               who
               to
               thee
               these
               Qualities
               did
               give
            
             
               Must
               be
               more
               just
               ,
               and
               upright
               ,
               he
               must
               be
            
             
               Far
               more
               then
               thou
               art
               ,
               from
               all
               Error
               free
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               as
               he
               's
               just
               ,
               so
               he
               is
               likewise
               great
               ,
               
            
             
               For
               his
               Dominion
               is
               unlimitate
               :
            
             
               He
               rules
               this
               spacious
               Universe
               alone
               ,
            
             
               And
               truely
               is
               accountable
               to
               none
            
             
               For
               his
               procedure
               :
               why
               then
               would'st
               contend
            
             
               With
               him
               ,
               whose
               strength
               ,
               and
               power
               doth
               far
               transcend
            
             
               Thy
               weak
               Capacity
               :
               why
               would'st
               dispute
            
             
               With
               him
               who
               is
               supream
               ,
               and
               absolute
            
             
             
               I'
               th'
               government
               o'
               th'
               World
               :
               with
               him
               ,
               who
               sends
            
             
               Blessings
               or
               Plagues
               on
               Enemies
               ,
               or
               Friends
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               thinks
               fit
               ,
               and
               
                 is
                 not
                 ty'd
                 to
                 give
              
            
             
               
                 To
                 any
                 curious
                 Mortal
                 that
                 doth
                 live
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 reason
                 for
                 his
                 actings
              
               ;
               no
               ,
               not
               he
               ;
            
             
               And
               yet
               forsooth
               thou
               think'st
               he
               'll
               humour
               thee
               :
            
             
               Thou
               thinks't
               he
               will
               thy
               longing
               satisfy
               ,
            
             
               And
               condescend
               t'
               assign
               a
               reason
               why
            
             
               He
               thus
               doth
               plague
               thee
               :
               O
               yes
               ,
               and
               do
               that
               ,
            
             
               In
               complaisance
               to
               thee
               ,
               which
               he
               as
               yet
            
             
               Has
               never
               done
               to
               any
               :
               prethee
               then
            
             
               Forbear
               thy
               fretting
               ,
               do
               no
               more
               complain
               ;
            
             
               But
               rest
               assur'd
               as
               well
               as
               other
               men
               ,
            
             
               That
               —
               —
            
             
               For
               any
               man
               ,
               as
               thou
               dost
               to
               debate
            
             
               With
               this
               great
               God
               ,
               who
               all
               things
               did
               create
               ,
            
             
               Is
               such
               a
               piece
               of
               folly
               ,
               as
               I
               may
               ,
            
             
               In
               truth
               ,
               assert
               most
               freely
               ,
               to
               this
               day
            
             
               I
               have
               not
               heard
               the
               like
               :
               then
               once
               again
               ,
            
             
               My
               friend
               ,
               I
               tell
               thee
               ,
               do
               no
               more
               complain
            
             
               As
               thou
               hast
               done
               ,
               for
               if
               ,
               with
               patience
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               cans't
               endure
               what
               God
               doth
               now
               dispense
               ,
            
             
               If
               thou
               canst
               suffer
               ,
               what
               he
               doth
               ordain
            
             
               At
               this
               time
               for
               
                 thy
                 Sentence
              
               ;
               and
               abstain
            
             
               From
               such
               Debatings
               ,
               and
               Expostulations
               ,
            
             
               As
               only
               sinful
               men
               at
               such
               occasions
            
             
               Do
               use
               ,
               then
               by
               that
               single
               Argument
            
             
               Thou'l't
               prove
               that
               thou
               art
               just
               ,
               and
               innocent
            
             
               More
               then
               by
               any
               I
               have
               heard
               ,
               as
               yet
            
             
               Manag'd
               by
               thee
               in
               all
               thy
               long
               Debate
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               why
               all
               this
               complaining
               ,
               why
               alace
               
            
             
               Dost
               thou
               so
               much
               debate
               upon
               the
               Case
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               God
               sent
               out
               Judgments
               here
               ,
               and
               there
               ,
            
             
               Without
               so
               much
               
                 as
                 once
                 declaring
                 War
              
               ,
            
             
               But
               catching
               of
               his
               opportunities
               ,
            
             
               Did
               ruine
               honest
               Mortals
               
                 by
                 surprize
              
               .
            
             
               Why
               here
               thou
               err'st
               too
               :
               here
               indeed
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               dost
               with
               God
               most
               foolishly
               contend
               :
            
             
               For
               look
               you
               here
               now
               ,
               why
               should
               we
               complain
            
             
               That
               he
               doth
               deal
               surprizingly
               with
               men
               ?
            
             
               When
               every
               day
               he
               doth
               so
               openly
            
             
               By
               th'out-crys
               of
               
                 his
                 sweating
                 Ministry
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 By
                 Signs
                 ,
                 Diseases
                 ,
                 Visions
                 ,
              
               and
               even
            
             
               By
               
                 all
                 the
                 dreadful
                 Heraldry
                 of
                 Heaven
              
            
             
               Forwarn
               us
               of
               his
               Wrath
               to
               come
               ,
               and
               yet
            
             
               We
               understand
               not
               ,
               till
               it
               be
               too
               late
            
             
               
                 This
                 Universal
                 Language
              
               ,
               but
               complain
            
             
               When
               Judgments
               come
               ,
               that
               we
               are
               overtane
            
             
               By
               meer
               surprize
               ,
               and
               foolishly
               cry
               out
            
             
               We
               had
               no
               warning
               ,
               whilst
               in
               truth
               I
               doubt
            
             
               We
               did
               not
               understand
               the
               Dialect
               ,
            
             
               Of
               him
               ,
               who
               doth
               so
               often
               to
               us
               speak
               .
            
             
               So
               that
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               thou
               should
               st
               not
               thus
               exclaim
            
             
               Against
               thy
               Maker
               ,
               for
               thou
               art
               to
               blame
               ,
            
             
             
               Who
               didst
               not
               understand
               such
               revelations
               ,
            
             
               As
               usually
               preceed
               
                 sad
                 visitations
              
               .
            
             
               For
               certainly
               ,
               if
               thou
               wilt
               call
               to
               mind
            
             
               Thy
               by
               past
               life
               ,
               I
               doubt
               not
               but
               thou'lt
               find
            
             
               Th'
               hast
               had
               some
               warnings
               ,
               were
               't
               but
               
                 in
                 a
                 dream
              
               ,
            
             
               Of
               thy
               afflictions
               long
               before
               they
               came
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yes
               ,
               in
               a
               dream
               ,
               for
               often-times
               I
               know
               ,
               
            
             
               God
               is
               accustom'd
               seriously
               to
               show
            
             
               To
               men
               (
               what
               often
               they
               conceal
               for
               shame
               )
            
             
               Their
               future
               state
               
                 i'
                 th'
                 mirrour
                 of
                 a
                 dream
              
               .
            
             
               For
               when
               the
               active
               soul
               outwearied
               ,
            
             
               With
               toile
               o'
               th'
               day
               ,
               at
               night
               is
               brought
               to
               bed
            
             
               Of
               
                 a
                 sound
                 sleep
              
               ;
               then
               it
               begins
               to
               fly
               ,
            
             
               Then
               liberat
               from
               
                 the
                 bodies
                 drudgery
              
               ,
            
             
               It
               soares
               aloft
               ,
               and
               in
               another
               sphere
            
             
               Begins
               to
               act
               :
               nay
               ,
               then
               it
               doth
               appear
               ,
            
             
               To
               be
               ,
               what
               we
               cannot
               imagine
               here
               .
            
             
               For
               being
               then
               as
               fit
               for
               contemplation
            
             
               Almost
               ,
               as
               't
               will
               be
               
                 after
                 separation
              
               ,
            
             
               By
               
                 vision
                 intuitive
              
               it
               sees
            
             
               The
               state
               of
               things
               to
               come
               ,
               and
               by
               degrees
            
             
               Becomes
               so
               subtile
               ,
               and
               doth
               at
               that
               rate
               ,
            
             
               In
               contemplation
               then
               expatiate
               .
            
             
               With
               such
               delight
               ,
               as
               if
               it
               did
               not
               mean
               ,
            
             
               By
               
                 natural
                 Organs
              
               e're
               to
               act
               again
               :
            
             
               But
               when
               some
               hours
               it
               has
               thus
               wandered
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               that
               time
               God
               has
               discovered
               ,
            
             
               What
               for
               its
               profit
               he
               intends
               at
               large
               ,
            
             
               Then
               he
               commands
               it
               to
               its
               former
               charge
               .
            
          
           
             
               Have
               you
               not
               sometimes
               seen
               a
               General
               ,
               
            
             
               His
               Officers
               to
               his
               Pavilion
               call
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               all
               the
               Army
               do
               securely
               sleep
               ,
            
             
               Save
               a
               few
               Companies
               ,
               who
               Guard
               do
               keep
               ;
            
             
               And
               there
               inform
               them
               what
               he
               would
               ha'
               done
               ,
            
             
               Give
               every
               one
               his
               Orders
               ,
               and
               anon
               ,
            
             
               Command
               each
               to
               his
               Post
               :
               so
               let
               's
               suppose
               ,
            
             
               When
               in
               profoundest
               sleep
               ,
               the
               eyes
               are
               close
               ,
            
             
               The
               Body
               ,
               one
               would
               think
               ,
               o're-come
               by
               death
               ,
            
             
               (
               Were
               't
               not
               that
               only
               it
               did
               softly
               breath
               .
               )
            
             
               Th'
               Almighty
               then
               is
               pleas'd
               ,
               as
               't
               were
               ,
               to
               call
            
             
               The
               soul
               unto
               him
               ,
               and
               inform
               it
               all
            
             
               What
               he
               intends
               to
               do
               with
               it
               ,
               and
               then
            
             
               Commands
               it
               to
               the
               
                 sleeping
                 Corps
              
               again
               :
            
             
               Whether
               ▪
               when
               come
               the
               sad
               Noctambulant
               ,
            
             
               In
               a
               cold
               sweat
               ,
               with
               fear
               ,
               and
               rambling
               faint
               ,
            
             
               Rouzes
               the
               Body
               from
               its
               sleep
               ,
               and
               then
            
             
               Shows
               
                 its
                 instructions
              
               ,
               and
               begins
               t'
               explain
            
             
               What
               it
               has
               seen
               ,
               and
               heard
               ,
               and
               plainly
               shows
            
             
               What
               
                 Miseries
                 ,
                 Calamities
                 ,
                 and
                 Woes
                 ,
              
            
             
               They
               may
               expect
               God
               will
               to
               them
               dispense
               ,
            
             
               If
               not
               prevented
               by
               
                 true
                 penitence
              
               .
            
             
               Then
               ,
               as
               if
               God
               himself
               to
               them
               did
               speak
               ,
            
             
               When
               on
               these
               admonitions
               they
               reflect
               ,
            
             
               With
               fear
               ,
               and
               horrour
               they
               begin
               to
               quake
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               For
               they
               consider
               that
               his
               sole
               intent
               
            
             
               By
               these
               night-warnings
               ,
               is
               but
               to
               prevent
            
             
               Their
               total
               fall
               ,
               and
               by
               such
               signs
               ,
               as
               these
               ,
            
             
               Divert
               them
               from
               those
               foolish
               purposes
               ,
            
             
               Which
               in
               their
               hearts
               they
               proudly
               do
               intend
            
             
               To
               prosecute
               ,
               did
               he
               not
               kindly
               send
            
             
               Such
               
                 seasonable
                 messages
              
               to
               show
            
             
               What
               will
               be
               th'
               event
               ,
               if
               they
               forward
               go
               ,
            
             
               In
               such
               
                 mad
                 projects
              
               ,
               and
               by
               consequence
            
             
               Make
               them
               to
               understand
               
                 the
                 difference
              
            
             
               
                 'Twixt
                 humane
                 power
                 ,
                 and
                 his
                 Omnipotence
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               By
               Dreams
               and
               Visions
               then
               he
               doth
               allarme
               
            
             
               Th'
               unwary
               race
               of
               man
               ,
               and
               from
               all
               harm
            
             
               Preserve
               both
               soul
               and
               body
               ;
               which
               alace
            
             
               Would
               fall
               into
               the
               dreadful
               ambushes
            
             
               Of
               th'
               enemy
               o'
               th'
               world
               ,
               wer
               't
               not
               that
               he
            
             
               Who
               fram'd
               both
               soul
               and
               body
               ,
               thus
               did
               free
            
             
               Them
               both
               from
               danger
               ,
               and
               did
               constantly
            
             
               Mind
               their
               concerns
               ,
               with
               a
               Paternal
               eye
               .
            
             
               For
               else
               the
               murdered
               body
               soon
               would
               drop
            
             
               Into
               the
               grave
               ,
               the
               soul
               without
               all
               hope
            
             
               Of
               pardon
               ,
               in
               that
               deep
               abyss
               would
               fall
               ,
            
             
               Which
               God
               in
               justice
               has
               design'd
               for
               all
            
             
               Whom
               he
               doth
               hate
               ,
               and
               dolefully
               ,
               in
               Chains
               ,
            
             
               Compare
               short
               pleasures
               ,
               with
               eternal
               pains
               ,
            
             
               Thus
               then
               we
               see
               how
               much
               we
               should
               esteem
            
             
               The
               ordinar
               Phaenomenon
               of
               a
               dream
               ,
            
             
               And
               not
               contemn
               it
               ,
               because
               usual
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               a
               common
               accident
               to
               all
            
             
               Occurring
               in
               their
               sleep
               ,
               
                 ane
                 a●ry
                 thing
              
               ,
            
             
               Of
               which
               the
               wiser
               make
               no
               reckoning
               :
            
             
               
                 For
                 sure
                 those
                 dreams
                 ,
                 and
                 visions
                 contain
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 mind
                 of
                 God
                 ,
                 and
                 are
                 not
                 shown
                 in
                 vain
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Next
               ,
               as
               by
               dreams
               ,
               so
               by
               diseases
               too
               
            
             
               The
               Spirit
               of
               God
               is
               pleased
               to
               allow
            
             
               Kind
               warnings
               to
               us
               :
               for
               ,
               if
               understood
               ,
            
             
               
                 All
                 sicknesses
                 of
                 body
                 for
                 our
                 good
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Are
                 sent
                 upon
                 us
              
               ;
               so
               that
               did
               we
               know
            
             
               What
               kindness
               by
               diseases
               God
               doth
               show
            
             
               To
               our
               poor
               souls
               ,
               we
               never
               would
               complain
               ,
            
             
               But
               think
               our selves
               most
               happy
               in
               our
               pain
               .
            
             
               For
               let
               's
               observe
               now
               ,
               don't
               we
               daily
               see
            
             
               How
               man
               in
               health
               from
               all
               diseases
               free
               ,
            
             
               Consumes
               his
               precious
               years
               so
               wantonly
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               he
               never
               did
               expect
               to
               die
               .
            
             
               He
               so
               imploys
               his
               time
               in
               sinful
               pleasure
               ,
            
             
               As
               for
               devotion
               he
               can
               find
               no
               leasure
               :
            
             
               But
               when
               diseases
               on
               his
               body
               seize
               ,
            
             
               And
               
                 conquering
                 death
              
               approaches
               by
               degrees
               :
            
             
               When
               th'
               lungs
               all
               overflow'n
               with
               constant
               rain
            
             
               Of
               Pituite
               ,
               that
               falls
               down
               from
               the
               Brain
               ,
            
             
               Afford
               scarce
               room
               for
               breathing
               ,
               when
               the
               Blood
            
             
               Is
               in
               its
               Circulation
               withstood
            
             
               By
               
                 stagnant
                 humours
              
               ,
               when
               the
               Bones
               do
               ake
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               all
               the
               Pillars
               of
               the
               Body
               shake
               ,
            
          
           
             
               When
               for
               his
               food
               he
               has
               no
               appetite
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               in
               his
               Table
               he
               takes
               no
               delite
               .
            
             
               But
               every
               dainty
               Dish
               doth
               nauseate
               ,
            
             
               On
               which
               ,
               with
               pleasure
               he
               did
               feed
               of
               late
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVhen
               all
               his
               flesh
               ,
               in
               health
               so
               plump
               and
               fair
               ,
               
            
             
               Now
               rotten
               ,
               and
               consum'd
               ,
               doth
               not
               appear
            
             
               As
               formerly
               ,
               but
               shrunk
               quite
               to
               the
               bone
               ,
            
             
               The
               bones
               ,
               which
               were
               not
               seen
               before
               ,
               anon
            
             
               Stick
               out
               i'th'figure
               of
               a
               Skeleton
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               in
               this
               sad
               condition
               on
               his
               bed
               
            
             
               Helyes
               ,
               and
               sees
               that
               all
               his
               hopes
               are
               fled
               ,
            
             
               And
               he
               must
               die
               :
               when
               all
               he
               can
               perceive
            
             
               Is
               nothing
               but
               
                 the
                 avenue
                 o'th'grave
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               himself
               he
               now
               considereth
            
             
               There
               's
               no
               avoiding
               of
               a
               certain
               death
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               he
               begins
               with
               horrour
               to
               reflect
               
            
             
               Upon
               his
               by
               past
               actions
               ,
               and
               take
            
             
               Account
               of
               all
               his
               wandrings
               :
               then
               he
               falls
            
             
               On
               thoughts
               of
               Heaven
               ,
               and
               for
               
                 Preachers
                 calls
              
               :
            
             
               For
               
                 pious
                 men
              
               ,
               who
               in
               this
               sad
               occasion
               ,
            
             
               May
               by
               their
               words
               afford
               him
               consolation
               ,
            
             
               And
               teach
               him
               how
               he
               may
               attain
               salvation
               .
            
             
               Then
               all
               his
               former
               wayes
               he
               doth
               abhorre
               ,
            
             
               Complains
               on
               sin
               ,
               and
               can
               endure
               no
               more
            
             
               To
               hear
               the
               voice
               of
               pleasure
               in
               his
               ears
               ;
            
             
               But
               buried
               now
               in
               
                 sorrows
                 ,
                 pains
                 ,
                 and
                 fears
                 ,
              
            
             
               His
               only
               thought
               ,
               his
               sole
               consideration
            
             
               Is
               what
               shall
               become
               ,
               after
               separation
            
             
               Of
               his
               poor
               soul
               :
               how
               that
               in
               death
               shall
               fare
               ,
            
             
               For
               which
               ,
               in
               life
               ,
               he
               took
               so
               little
               care
               .
            
             
               And
               if
               ,
               perhaps
               (
               which
               is
               rare
               to
               be
               found
               )
            
             
               
                 A
                 man
                 of
                 God
              
               appear
               ,
               who
               can
               expound
            
             
               The
               matter
               to
               him
               ,
               and
               before
               his
               eyes
            
             
               Draw
               out
               
                 the
                 Map
                 of
                 his
                 iniquities
              
               ,
            
             
               Speak
               to
               his
               soul
               ,
               and
               to
               his
               anxious
               heart
               .
            
             
               The
               gracious
               
                 language
                 of
                 the
                 Heavens
                 impart
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               will
               this
               good
               man
               to
               his
               God
               address
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               say
               ,
               
                 have
                 pity
                 on
                 this
                 sinners
                 case
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Father
                 of
                 mercy
                 ,
                 for
                 I
                 'me
                 confident
              
            
             
               
                 He
                 of
                 his
                 sins
                 doth
                 seriously
                 repent
                 :
              
            
             
               
                 Restore
                 him
                 to
                 his
                 health
                 ,
                 and
                 let
                 him
                 see
              
            
             
               
                 How
                 much
                 ,
                 O
                 Lord
                 ,
                 he
                 is
                 oblig'd
                 to
                 thee
              
               ;
            
             
               
                 Who
                 ,
                 when
                 thou
                 couldst
                 have
                 ruin'd
                 him
                 with
                 ease
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 made
                 him
                 perish
                 in
                 this
                 sad
                 disease
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Art
                 pleas'd
                 to
                 let
                 him
                 live
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 may
                 yet
              
            
             
               
                 Express
                 thy
                 glory
                 in
                 his
                 mortal
                 state
                 .
              
            
             
               To
               this
               petition
               God
               shall
               lovingly
            
             
               Make
               answer
               
                 well
                 ,
                 this
                 sinner
                 sholl
                 not
                 dye
                 :
              
            
             
               For
               I
               have
               found
               him
               in
               this
               exigent
            
             
               Vext
               at
               his
               sins
               ,
               and
               
                 truly
                 penitent
              
               :
            
             
               Then
               let
               him
               live
               ,
               for
               I
               his
               heart
               have
               try'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               his
               errors
               he
               hath
               satisfy'd
               ;
            
             
               I
               'me
               reconcil'd
               ,
               and
               freely
               to
               him
               give
            
             
             
               Full
               liberty
               yet
               for
               some
               years
               to
               live
               .
            
          
           
             
               At
               this
               his
               sicknesse
               shall
               decrease
               apace
               ,
               
            
             
               His
               spirits
               shall
               return
               ,
               and
               in
               his
               face
               ,
            
             
               The
               blossoms
               of
               new
               life
               shall
               then
               appear
               .
            
             
               As
               when
               the
               Spring
               doth
               usher
               in
               the
               year
               :
            
             
               His
               flesh
               shall
               be
               as
               soft
               ,
               and
               delicate
               ,
            
             
               As
               it
               appear'd
               once
               in
               his
               
                 infant
                 state
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               that
               's
               not
               all
               ,
               for
               as
               to
               health
               restor'd
               ,
               
            
             
               So
               God
               to
               him
               most
               kindly
               shall
               afford
            
             
               That
               sweet
               communion
               with
               himself
               ,
               which
               all
            
             
               Esteem
               so
               much
               ,
               who
               on
               his
               Name
               do
               call
               :
            
             
               And
               that
               bless'd
               comfort
               ,
               which
               afflictions
               cloud
               ,
            
             
               So
               long
               time
               from
               this
               poor
               mans
               soul
               did
               shrowd
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               then
               more
               bright
               appear
               ,
               and
               shine
               again
               ,
            
             
               As
               when
               the
               Sun
               triumphant
               after
               rain
               ,
            
             
               Unto
               the
               longing
               Earth
               himself
               displays
               ,
            
             
               And
               chears
               her
               up
               with
               warm
               refreshing
               rays
               :
            
             
               Then
               he
               shall
               
                 be
                 above
                 all
                 calumny
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               shall
               rejoice
               in
               his
               integrity
               :
            
             
               Shall
               pray
               to
               God
               ,
               with
               successe
               ,
               and
               no
               more
            
             
               Sadly
               suspect
               ,
               as
               he
               had
               done
               before
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               ,
               who
               dwells
               in
               Heaven
               did
               disdain
            
             
               So
               much
               as
               t'
               hear
               him
               ,
               when
               he
               did
               complain
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               his
               tears
               ,
               and
               prayers
               were
               in
               vain
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               our
               good
               God
               in
               mercy
               infinite
               ,
               
            
             
               Be
               sure
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               doth
               take
               no
               small
               delite
               ,
            
             
               To
               save
               a
               sinner
               that
               is
               penitent
               ,
            
             
               When
               he
               perceives
               him
               heartily
               repent
               :
            
             
               For
               often
               upon
               men
               he
               casts
               his
               eye
               ,
            
             
               Where
               if
               he
               in
               a
               corner
               doth
               espy
            
             
               Some
               poor
               heart-bursting
               sinner
               on
               his
               knees
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               outrun
               eyes
               are
               now
               upon
               
                 the
                 lees
              
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               voice
               with
               crying
               to
               that
               note
               is
               shrunk
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               he
               mutter'd
               through
               a
               
                 hollow
                 Trunk
              
               :
            
             
               Who
               after
               many
               a
               sad
               ,
               and
               killing
               groan
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               heat
               would
               almost
               melt
               a
               heart
               of
               stone
               ,
            
             
               In
               a
               few
               words
               ,
               can
               only
               stammer
               out
               ,
            
             
               
                 Lord
                 ,
                 I
                 have
                 sinn'd
                 ,
                 —
                 and
                 now
                 what
                 doth
                 it
                 boot
                 ?
              
            
             
               
                 What
                 doth
                 it
                 boot
                 ,
                 good
                 Lord
                 ,
                 what
                 after
                 all
              
            
             
               
                 My
                 trade
                 of
                 sin
                 ,
                 can
              
               I
               
                 my
                 profit
                 call
              
               ?
            
             
               
                 Ay
                 me
                 ,
                 good
                 God
                 ,
                 to
                 what
                 ,
                 by
                 just
                 account
                 ?
              
            
             
               
                 Doth
                 th'
                 provenue
                 of
                 all
                 my
                 sins
                 amount
                 ?
              
            
             
               
                 What
                 have
                 I
                 gain'd
                 ,
                 alace
                 ,
                 what
                 have
                 I
                 gain'd
                 ?
              
            
             
               
                 To
                 what
                 have
                 I
                 by
                 my
                 dear
                 sins
                 attain'd
                 ?
              
            
             
               
                 How
                 foolishly
                 ,
                 good
                 Lord
                 ,
                 as
                 now
                 appears
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Have
                 I
                 consum'd
                 my
                 profitable
                 years
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 spent
                 the
                 cream
                 of
                 all
                 my
                 youth
                 ,
                 and
                 strength
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 In
                 prosecution
                 of
                 what
                 now
                 at
                 length
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Affords
                 no
                 profit
                 to
                 my
                 soul
                 ,
                 but
                 brings
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 thoughts
                 of
                 sad
                 ,
                 and
                 execrable
                 things
              
            
             
               
                 Into
                 my
                 mind
                 ;
                 which
                 though
                 I
                 do
                 deplore
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 ,
                 by
                 thy
                 grace
                 ,
                 intend
                 to
                 act
                 no
                 more
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Yet
                 the
                 remembrance
                 of
                 my
                 wanton
                 years
                 ,
              
            
             
             
               
                 Present
                 a
                 prospect
                 of
                 perpetual
                 fears
              
            
             
               
                 Before
                 my
                 eyes
                 ;
                 and
                 I
                 still
                 apprehend
              
            
             
               
                 That
                 I
                 shall
                 justly
                 suffer
                 in
                 the
                 end
              
            
             
               
                 For
                 all
                 my
                 sins
                 ,
                 unless
                 that
                 thou
                 in
                 Grace
              
            
             
               
                 Wilt
                 hear
                 me
                 ,
                 and
                 have
                 pity
                 on
                 my
                 Case
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               This
               poor
               convinced
               sinner
               God
               will
               hear
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               to
               him
               soon
               most
               gracious
               appear
               ;
            
             
               He
               will
               not
               let
               him
               perish
               ,
               but
               will
               save
            
             
               His
               soul
               from
               Hell
               ,
               his
               body
               from
               the
               Grave
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               then
               
                 by
                 Dreams
                 ,
                 by
                 Visions
                 ,
                 and
                 Diseases
                 ,
              
               
            
             
               And
               by
               his
               Preachers
               ,
               whensoere
               he
               pleases
               ,
            
             
               He
               warns
               us
               of
               our
               danger
               ,
               and
               commands
            
             
               His
               
                 killing
                 Angels
              
               oft
               to
               hold
               their
               hands
               ,
            
             
               For
               a
               few
               years
               at
               least
               ,
               that
               he
               may
               see
            
             
               What
               the
               effects
               will
               of
               these
               Warnings
               be
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               in
               mens
               ruine
               he
               no
               pleasure
               takes
               ,
               
            
             
               But
               even
               suspends
               his
               Justice
               for
               their
               sakes
               ,
            
             
               That
               they
               may
               have
               some
               leasure
               to
               repent
               ,
            
             
               And
               not
               be
               reeking
               in
               Offences
               sent
            
             
               Like
               Devils
               ,
               t'
               endure
               eternal
               punishment
               .
            
             
               But
               of
               their
               foolish
               Errors
               undeceiv'd
               ,
            
             
               Spite
               of
               themselves
               they
               may
               at
               length
               be
               sav'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               pray
               ;
               my
               friend
               ,
               remark
               what
               I
               have
               said
               
            
             
               And
               to
               what
               I
               have
               yet
               to
               say
               take
               heed
               :
            
             
               Observe
               me
               ,
               pray
               ,
               and
               to
               my
               words
               give
               ear
            
             
               For
               it
               is
               fit
               thou
               with
               attention
               hear
            
             
               What
               God
               has
               
                 by
                 Commission
              
               ordered
               me
            
             
               To
               speak
               ,
               dear
               friend
               ,
               in
               reference
               to
               thee
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               if
               th'
               hast
               any
               thing
               to
               say
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               
            
             
               In
               thy
               defence
               ,
               I
               'le
               not
               be
               so
               unkind
               ,
            
             
               As
               to
               command
               thee
               silence
               ,
               but
               allow
            
             
               Thee
               liberty
               to
               speak
               ,
               and
               argue
               too
            
             
               Against
               what
               I
               have
               said
               ,
               for
               my
               intent
            
             
               I'
               th'
               series
               of
               my
               present
               Argument
               ,
            
             
               Is
               ,
               (
               if
               I
               can
               )
               
                 to
                 prove
                 thee
                 Innocent
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               not
               ,
               pray
               hold
               thy
               peace
               ,
               be
               silent
               pray
               
            
             
               And
               with
               attentive
               mind
               mark
               what
               I
               say
               ,
            
             
               Mark
               what
               I
               say
               ,
               for
               by
               his
               Divine
               Grace
               ,
            
             
               Who
               ordered
               me
               to
               speak
               upon
               this
               Case
               ,
            
             
               I
               'le
               teach
               thee
               Wisdom
               ,
               more
               then
               ever
               yet
            
             
               Thou
               understood'st
               ,
               although
               thou
               wert
               of
               late
            
             
               Renown'd
               for
               Wit
               ,
               and
               Literature
               ,
               at
               least
               ,
            
             
               In
               Reputation
               rank'd
               amongst
               the
               best
               ,
            
             
               Of
               those
               sharp
               Wits
               ,
               who
               live
               here
               in
               the
               East
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Cap.
             XXXIV
             .
          
           
             
               AFter
               some
               pause
               ,
               as
               if
               he
               did
               expect
               
            
             
               An
               answer
               ,
               seeing
               Job
               no
               answer
               make
            
             
               To
               what
               he
               said
               ,
               he
               thus
               continued
            
             
               To
               speak
               ,
               and
               argue
               on
               
                 the
                 common
                 Head.
              
               
            
          
           
             
             
               And
               now
               ,
               says
               he
               ,
               you
               see
               how
               I
               am
               sent
               ,
               
            
             
               By
               warrand
               from
               my
               God
               ,
               to
               represent
            
             
               His
               judgment
               of
               the
               Question
               in
               hand
               ,
            
             
               And
               therefore
               I
               must
               let
               you
               understand
               ,
            
             
               (
               As
               I
               'me
               commanded
               )
               with
               Authority
               ,
            
             
               Where
               you
               've
               done
               right
               ,
               and
               where
               your
               Errors
               ly
               .
            
             
               Shall
               then
               request
               you
               of
               my
               audience
               ;
            
             
               Whom
               I
               esteem
               men
               of
               great
               eminence
               ,
            
             
               For
               wit
               ,
               and
               parts
               ,
               to
               hear
               with
               patience
               ,
            
             
               What
               I
               am
               now
               to
               speak
               .
               —
            
          
           
             
               For
               I
               am
               not
               to
               speak
               before
               a
               Rabble
               
            
             
               O'
               th'
               Vulgar
               ,
               but
               before
               those
               ,
               who
               are
               able
            
             
               To
               judge
               of
               my
               Discourse
               :
               before
               such
               men
               ,
            
             
               As
               on
               this
               Subject
               ,
               can
               themselves
               explain
            
             
               Better
               then
               I
               ,
               and
               handle
               ,
               with
               more
               wit
               ,
            
             
               The
               Question
               ,
               
                 if
                 their
                 Passion
                 would
                 permit
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Let
               's
               then
               impartially
               consider
               now
               ,
               
            
             
               Without
               all
               heat
               ,
               what
               't
               is
               we
               have
               to
               do
               :
            
             
               With
               moderation
               ,
               let
               's
               the
               Question
               state
               ,
            
             
               And
               understand
               on
               what
               we
               're
               to
               debate
               :
            
             
               For
               I
               am
               not
               ambitious
               in
               the
               least
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               do
               I
               entertain
               within
               my
               breast
            
             
               Such
               a
               proud
               thought
               ,
               as
               that
               I
               may
               be
               said
            
             
               T'
               have
               had
               the
               better
               of
               you
               ,
               no
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               I
               'me
               none
               of
               those
               ,
               that
               argue
               for
               applause
               ,
            
             
               Or
               love
               to
               preach
               for
               reputations
               cause
               ,
            
             
               Or
               in
               discoursing
               make
               it
               all
               my
               care
               ,
            
             
               To
               angle
               Ears
               ,
               and
               
                 become
                 Popular
              
               ,
            
             
               By
               flourishes
               of
               studied
               Eloquence
               ,
            
             
               Or
               gain
               the
               name
               of
               learn'd
               ,
               
                 with
                 great
                 expence
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Of
                 painted
                 Language
              
               ,
               as
               too
               many
               now
               ,
            
             
               Of
               my
               Profession
               are
               in
               use
               to
               do
               :
            
             
               No
               ,
               no
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               I
               hate
               such
               practices
               ,
            
             
               And
               only
               shall
               in
               a
               few
               passages
               ,
            
             
               Without
               all
               Art
               ,
               a
               short
               Relation
               make
               ,
            
             
               Of
               what
               my
               God
               has
               ord'red
               me
               to
               speak
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               come
               to
               th'
               point
               then
               ,
               as
               I
               've
               formerly
               
            
             
               Show'n
               how
               th'
               Almighty
               ,
               by
               
                 his
                 Ministry
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 By
                 Dreams
                 ,
                 Diseases
                 ,
                 Visions
                 ,
              
               and
               such
               means
               ,
            
             
               Is
               ,
               in
               his
               Mercy
               ,
               pleas'd
               to
               take
               much
               pains
               ,
            
             
               To
               show
               the
               sons
               of
               Men
               what
               he
               intends
               ,
            
             
               Before
               upon
               them
               he
               Afflictions
               sends
               ,
            
             
               That
               by
               the
               prospect
               of
               their
               Punishment
               ,
            
             
               He
               may
               perswade
               them
               timely
               to
               repent
               :
            
             
               Especially
               ,
               when
               thus
               before
               their
               eyes
            
             
               He
               lays
               the
               scene
               of
               their
               Calamities
               ,
            
             
               By
               which
               you
               see
               ,
               he
               deals
               not
               ,
               by
               surprize
            
             
               With
               any
               man
               ;
               (
               from
               whence
               I
               do
               maintain
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               who
               of
               his
               Judgments
               doth
               complain
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               such
               Woes
               ,
               without
               prediction
               were
            
             
               Pour'd
               out
               upon
               him
               ,
               doth
               extreamly
               err
               .
               )
            
             
               So
               ,
               in
               the
               next
               place
               ,
               I
               intend
               to
               show
               ,
            
             
               That
               when
               our
               God
               is
               pleas'd
               to
               inflict
               a
               blow
            
             
             
               On
               anie
               man
               ,
               I
               think
               ,
               in
               conscience
               ,
            
             
               Th'
               afflicted
               man
               should
               with
               great
               patience
               ,
            
             
               Endure
               it
               ,
               as
               a
               thing
               which
               suddainlie
            
             
               Has
               not
               befallen
               him
               ,
               and
               not
               foolishlie
            
             
               Cry
               out
               ,
               as
               Job
               has
               done
               ,
               
                 O
                 Lord
                 ,
                 thou
                 seest
              
            
             
               
                 I
                 'me
                 righteous
                 ,
                 pure
                 ,
                 and
                 just
                 ,
                 and
                 yet
                 opprest
              
            
             
               
                 By
                 sad
                 afflictions
                 :
                 I
                 am
                 innocent
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 My
                 uprightne●s
                 is
                 clear
                 ,
                 and
                 evident
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 My
                 life
                 has
                 still
                 been
                 spotless
                 ,
                 and
                 unblam'd
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Yet
                 without
                 hearing
                 I
                 am
                 now
                 condemn'd
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               O
               ,
               sayes
               he
               ,
               why
               should
               I
               my
               my self
               belie
               ,
            
             
               Why
               should
               I
               pass
               from
               my
               integritie
               
            
             
               For
               what
               has
               yet
               befall'n
               me
               ,
               no
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               Though
               I
               'me
               condemn'd
               ,
               though
               I
               am
               punished
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               will
               I
               not
               ,
               for
               all
               that
               ,
               guilty
               plead
               .
            
          
           
             
               Here
               lyes
               the
               matter
               then
               my
               friends
               ,
               see
               here
               ,
            
             
               See
               here
               how
               much
               the
               best
               of
               men
               may
               err
               
            
             
               Under
               sad
               Tryals
               ;
               how
               much
               those
               may
               fail
               ,
            
             
               Over
               whose
               patience
               Sorrows
               do
               prevail
               .
            
             
               For
               pray
               now
               ,
               let
               me
               hear
               from
               such
               as
               you
               ,
            
             
               Who
               this
               
                 wise
                 man
              
               in
               dayes
               of
               plentie
               knew
               :
            
             
               Who
               were
               intirelie
               with
               him
               then
               acquaint
               ,
            
             
               Before
               th'
               arrival
               of
               his
               punishment
               :
            
             
               Tell
               me
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               did
               ever
               you
               expect
               ,
            
             
               
                 So
                 like
                 a
                 fool
                 ,
                 to
                 hear
                 this
                 wise
                 man
                 speak
                 ?
              
            
             
               Did
               ever
               man
               talk
               so
               ridiculouslie
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               doth
               now
               of
               his
               integritie
               ?
            
             
               Did
               ever
               man
               of
               Knowledge
               ,
               Wit
               ,
               and
               Sense
            
             
               Insist
               so
               much
               upon
               his
               Innocence
               ?
            
             
               His
               Dove-like
               ▪
               Innocence
               ;
               his
               Uprightness
               ,
            
             
               His
               pious
               Candour
               ,
               and
               his
               Righteousness
               :
            
             
               When
               God
               ,
               in
               Justice
               ,
               has
               thought
               fit
               to
               send
            
             
               Afflictions
               on
               him
               ,
               as
               if
               he
               'd
               defend
            
             
               Himself
               ,
               by
               such
               weak
               Arguments
               ,
               as
               these
               ,
            
             
               Against
               the
               righteous
               God
               of
               Righteousness
               .
            
             
               And
               flatly
               say
               that
               such
               a
               man
               as
               he
               ,
            
             
               An
               upright
               man
               ,
               a
               man
               from
               errors
               free
               ,
            
             
               A
               man
               ,
               in
               all
               his
               Life
               ,
               and
               Conversation
               ,
            
             
               So
               blameless
               ,
               as
               he
               ne'r
               would
               give
               Occasion
               ,
            
             
               By
               any
               crime
               to
               so
               much
               Provocation
            
             
               Of
               Divine
               Wrath
               :
               that
               such
               a
               man
               as
               he
            
             
               Should
               feel
               the
               Wrath
               of
               God
               ,
               to
               that
               degree
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               he
               were
               the
               most
               flagitious
               ,
            
             
               Most
               openly
               profane
               ,
               and
               vitious
            
             
               Of
               all
               the
               race
               of
               Sinners
               ,
               and
               repute
            
             
               Of
               all
               that
               live
               on
               Earth
               most
               dissolute
               :
            
             
               That
               such
               as
               he
               should
               thus
               be
               punished
            
             
               Is
               a
               most
               strange
               Procedure
               ,
               and
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               In
               his
               opinion
               ,
               doth
               import
               no
               less
               ,
            
             
               Then
               if
               our
               God
               did
               favour
               Wickedness
               ,
            
             
               And
               most
               unjustly
               punish'd
               Righteousness
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Yes
               ,
               thus
               ,
               or
               to
               this
               purpose
               he
               has
               spoke
               
            
             
               Oftner
               then
               once
               ,
               as
               if
               he
               seem'd
               to
               mock
            
             
             
               Th'
               Almighty
               in
               his
               works
               of
               Providence
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               his
               Logick
               ,
               would
               infer
               from
               thence
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               ,
               who
               lives
               by
               rules
               of
               Piety
               ,
            
             
               Observes
               Gods
               Laws
               ,
               and
               studies
               zealously
            
             
               T'
               obtain
               his
               favour
               ;
               and
               the
               sinful
               Wretch
               ,
            
             
               Who
               vainly
               thinks
               himself
               without
               his
               reach
               ,
            
             
               And
               therefore
               scorns
               to
               call
               upon
               his
               Name
               ,
            
             
               But
               takes
               his
               pleasure
               ,
               without
               fear
               ,
               or
               shame
               ,
            
             
               Are
               all
               one
               on
               the
               matter
               ,
               and
               
                 as
                 well
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 one
                 ,
                 as
                 th'
                 other
                 may
                 his
                 anger
                 feel
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 suffer
                 what
                 he
                 pleases
                 to
                 dispense
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 This
                 for
                 his
                 sin
                 ,
                 that
                 for
                 his
                 innocence
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 By
                 an
                 unguarded
                 cast
                 of
                 Providence
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Yes
               ,
               to
               my
               knowledge
               ,
               thus
               I
               heard
               him
               speak
            
             
               Most
               frequently
               ,
               although
               I
               would
               not
               check
            
             
               His
               
                 leud
                 Discourse
              
               ,
               'cause
               you
               had
               undertane
            
             
               By
               solid
               Reason
               to
               convince
               the
               man
               ,
            
             
               Of
               his
               Impiety
               ,
               but
               when
               I
               see
            
             
               You
               on
               the
               matter
               err'd
               as
               well
               ,
               as
               he
               ,
            
             
               Then
               would
               I
               fain
               ha'
               spoke
               ,
               but
               still
               did
               shun
            
             
               To
               tell
               my
               thoughts
               on
               't
               ,
               until
               you
               had
               done
            
             
               But
               how
               can
               I
               from
               speaking
               now
               forbear
            
             
               When
               I
               do
               such
               
                 unruly
                 Language
              
               hear
               ?
            
             
               When
               I
               do
               hear
               a
               man
               so
               sinfully
               ,
            
             
               Assert
               forsooth
               his
               own
               Integrity
               ,
            
             
               By
               blaming
               of
               his
               Maker
               ,
               as
               if
               he
               ,
            
             
               To
               whom
               both
               this
               injurious
               man
               ,
               and
               we
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               the
               mortal
               Stock
               of
               Mankind
               owe
            
             
               Our
               Life
               ,
               and
               Beeing
               ,
               did
               not
               fully
               know
            
             
               Each
               individual
               of
               his
               own
               Creation
               ,
            
             
               And
               did
               observe
               the
               Life
               ,
               and
               Conversation
               ,
            
             
               Of
               every
               man
               alive
               ,
               and
               so
               from
               thence
               ,
            
             
               Could
               freely
               judge
               ,
               with
               great
               convenience
            
             
               Both
               of
               mens
               Guilt
               ,
               and
               of
               their
               Innocence
               ,
            
             
               Could
               be
               unjust
               .
            
             
               What
               man
               is
               he
               ,
               who
               this
               great
               God
               doth
               fear
               ,
            
             
               That
               can
               without
               some
               indignation
               hear
            
             
               
                 Such
                 scandalous
                 Expressions
              
               ?
               at
               this
               rate
            
             
               Th'
               unwary
               man
               seems
               to
               homologate
            
             
               The
               Principles
               of
               the
               most
               leud
               ,
               profane
               ,
            
             
               Sensual
               livers
               ,
               and
               the
               worst
               of
               men
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               ,
               when
               he
               talk'd
               so
               oft
               ,
               how
               God
               did
               bless
               
            
             
               Those
               ,
               who
               contemn'd
               his
               Laws
               ,
               and
               did
               oppress
            
             
               His
               faithful
               Servants
               ,
               and
               did
               so
               complain
            
             
               Of
               his
               own
               sad
               Estate
               ,
               once
               ,
               and
               again
               ,
            
             
               And
               how
               that
               notwithstanding
               of
               his
               zeal
               ,
            
             
               And
               fear
               of
               God
               ,
               he
               was
               not
               used
               well
               :
            
             
               Who
               would
               ha'
               thought
               ,
               but
               that
               he
               mean't
               from
               thence
               ,
            
             
               That
               seeing
               Piety
               could
               be
               no
               defence
            
             
               Against
               Gods
               Wrath
               ,
               it
               was
               not
               worth
               th'
               expence
            
             
               Of
               so
               much
               time
               and
               labour
               ,
               as
               some
               men
            
             
               Bestow
               upon
               it
               ,
               but
               was
               all
               in
               vain
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               
                 Strange
                 language
              
               truly
               !
               I
               beseech
               you
               then
               ,
               
            
             
               Who
               hear
               me
               now
               ,
               as
               wise
               ,
               and
               prudent
               men
               :
            
             
               Did
               y'ever
               hear
               a
               godly
               man
               expresse
            
             
               His
               mind
               ,
               in
               such
               unlawful
               words
               ,
               as
               these
               ?
            
             
               Did
               y'ever
               hear
               a
               man
               for
               wit
               repute
               ,
            
             
               Above
               his
               neighbours
               ,
               so
               with
               God
               dispute
               ?
            
             
               O
               ,
               how
               I
               pity
               ,
               and
               would
               fain
               reclaim
            
             
               
                 This
                 good
                 man
              
               from
               his
               errors
               :
               though
               I
               blame
            
             
               Him
               not
               ,
               as
               you
               have
               done
               ,
               for
               horrid
               crimes
            
             
               Committed
               by
               him
               in
               his
               prosperous
               times
               ;
            
             
               For
               ,
               truth
               ,
               I
               think
               the
               man
               was
               always
               such
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               doth
               now
               assert
               ,
               but
               that
               so
               much
            
             
               He
               now
               insists
               on
               his
               integrity
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               that
               God
               had
               done
               him
               injury
               ,
            
             
               In
               thus
               afflicting
               of
               him
               ,
               is
               indeed
            
             
               Such
               an
               offence
               ,
               as
               cann't
               be
               suffered
               .
            
             
               For
               God
               forbid
               ,
               that
               any
               of
               us
               here
               ,
            
             
               Or
               through
               the
               world
               ,
               who
               our
               great
               God
               do
               fear
               ,
            
             
               Should
               even
               but
               by
               a
               
                 random
                 supposition
              
               ,
            
             
               Imagine
               him
               to
               be
               in
               that
               condition
               ,
            
             
               As
               that
               he
               's
               of
               injustice
               capable
               ,
            
             
               At
               any
               rate
               :
               no
               this
               were
               palpable
               ,
            
             
               And
               down-right
               blasphemy
               ;
               pray
               God
               forbid
               ,
            
             
               That
               any
               man
               then
               should
               be
               so
               misled
               ,
            
             
               But
               even
               to
               rally
               in
               such
               words
               as
               these
               ,
            
             
               Were
               't
               but
               to
               show
               his
               wit
               ,
               for
               I
               confesse
               ,
            
             
               Though
               I
               relate
               them
               ,
               on
               this
               sad
               occasion
               ,
            
             
               Meerly
               upon
               design
               of
               refutation
            
             
               Of
               his
               grosse
               errors
               ,
               yet
               when
               I
               do
               speak
               ,
            
             
               In
               such
               
                 prohibit
                 words
              
               ,
               my
               bones
               do
               shake
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               God's
               so
               far
               from
               doing
               injury
               ,
               
            
             
               To
               any
               man
               ,
               that
               he
               will
               gratefully
               ,
            
             
               Reward
               each
               mortal
               for
               his
               piety
               ,
            
             
               In
               his
               own
               time
               :
               for
               when
               the
               day
               shall
               come
               ,
            
             
               In
               which
               all
               sinners
               shall
               receive
               their
               Doom
               ,
            
             
               Then
               will
               his
               kindnesse
               unto
               those
               appear
               ,
            
             
               Who
               live
               by
               rules
               of
               piety
               ,
               though
               here
               ,
            
             
               Such
               is
               their
               weakness
               ,
               and
               impatience
               ,
            
             
               Consulting
               only
               with
               
                 desp●nding
                 sense
              
               ,
            
             
               They
               see
               not
               the
               design
               of
               Providence
               .
            
          
           
             
               Nay
               ,
               I
               do
               lay
               this
               for
               a
               principle
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               firmly
               hold
               ,
               that
               't
               is
               not
               possible
               ,
            
             
               For
               the
               great
               God
               of
               justice
               ,
               him
               ,
               from
               whom
               ,
            
             
               Both
               in
               times
               past
               ,
               and
               in
               all
               times
               to
               come
               ,
            
             
               All
               justice
               flowes
               ,
               (
               let
               's
               fancy
               what
               we
               can
               )
            
             
               To
               be
               injust
               i'
               th'
               least
               to
               any
               man.
               
            
          
           
             
               Besides
               ,
               how
               can
               we
               think
               that
               he
               ,
               whose
               power
               
            
             
               Did
               all
               things
               frame
               ,
               and
               governs
               to
               this
               hour
               ,
            
             
               All
               he
               has
               made
               ,
               so
               uncontrolably
               ,
            
             
               By
               rules
               of
               justice
               ,
               and
               pure
               equity
               ,
            
             
               Can
               be
               unjust
               ?
               then
               who
               is
               he
               so
               sick
            
             
               In
               his
               own
               judgement
               ,
               as
               dares
               contradict
            
             
               What
               he
               ,
               who
               is
               accountable
               to
               none
               ,
            
             
             
               In
               his
               eternal
               purpose
               will
               have
               done
               ?
            
          
           
             
               For
               ,
               mark
               me
               now
               ,
               if
               he
               ,
               who
               breath
               did
               give
               
            
             
               To
               any
               man
               ,
               by
               which
               he
               made
               him
               live
               ,
            
             
               Be
               pleas'd
               to
               reassume
               that
               breath
               again
               ,
            
             
               Which
               is
               his
               own
               ,
               why
               should
               a
               man
               complain
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Why
               should
               a
               man
               complain
               ?
               
                 a
                 living
                 man
              
               ,
               
            
             
               
                 Who
                 knows
                 at
                 best
                 his
                 life
                 is
                 but
                 a
                 span
              
               ;
            
             
               And
               in
               a
               little
               interval
               of
               breath
               ,
            
             
               He
               lives
               ,
               but
               troubled
               still
               with
               thoughts
               of
               death
               :
            
             
               For
               when
               his
               God
               thinks
               fit
               ,
               that
               he
               should
               die
               ,
            
             
               Then
               must
               he
               quit
               this
               breath
               ,
               and
               instantly
            
             
               In
               the
               cold
               grave
               lye
               down
               ,
               and
               be
               no
               more
            
             
               A
               living
               mortal
               ,
               as
               he
               was
               before
               .
            
             
               All
               flesh
               shall
               perish
               ,
               every
               creature
               must
               ,
            
             
               At
               his
               command
               be
               pounded
               into
               dust
               .
            
             
               Then
               why
               of
               God
               should
               any
               man
               complain
               ?
            
             
               When
               he
               injures
               him
               not
               ,
               or
               why
               in
               vain
               ,
            
             
               Should
               he
               upbraid
               him
               with
               his
               innocence
               ,
            
             
               When
               he
               's
               afflicted
               ,
               
                 as
                 if
                 providence
              
            
             
               
                 Were
                 ty'd
                 to
                 th'rules
                 of
                 his
                 convenience
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               And
               now
               because
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               what
               I
               have
               said
               
            
             
               Concerns
               thee
               most
               ,
               I
               'de
               fain
               my self
               perswade
            
             
               That
               thou
               dost
               with
               attention
               hear
               me
               speak
               ,
            
             
               And
               dost
               thy
               own
               use
               of
               my
               Doctrine
               make
               ;
            
             
               If
               thou
               hast
               understanding
               then
               ,
               take
               heed
            
             
               To
               my
               discourse
               ,
               for
               thus
               I
               do
               proceed
               .
            
          
           
             
               You
               see
               then
               how
               I
               've
               urged
               all
               along
               ,
               
            
             
               That
               our
               just
               God
               to
               no
               man
               can
               do
               wrong
               :
            
             
               Nor
               that
               he
               ,
               in
               inflicting
               punishment
               ,
            
             
               On
               any
               man
               ,
               though
               ne're
               so
               innocent
               ,
            
             
               Can
               be
               esteem'd
               unjust
               ,
               since
               he
               can
               never
            
             
               Do
               an
               
                 ill
                 thing
              
               ,
               on
               what
               account
               soever
               .
            
             
               For
               ,
               were
               he
               such
               ,
               how
               could
               he
               regulate
            
             
               The
               Universe
               in
               every
               rank
               and
               state
               ,
            
             
               With
               so
               much
               justice
               ,
               mercy
               ,
               and
               compassion
               ,
            
             
               As
               no
               created
               thing
               can
               in
               that
               fashion
            
             
               Govern
               some
               
                 Petty
                 Province
              
               ,
               yet
               doth
               he
            
             
               With
               great
               discretion
               govern
               all
               we
               see
               ,
            
             
               Although
               he
               here
               ,
               and
               in
               Heav'ns
               ,
               (
               knows
               not
               what
            
             
               'T
               is
               in
               dominion
               to
               be
               limitat
               .
               )
            
             
               How
               in
               thy
               raving
               then
               dar'st
               thou
               express
            
             
               Thy self
               in
               such
               unheard
               of
               terms
               ,
               as
               these
            
             
               Which
               I
               have
               tax'd
               ?
               how
               darst
               thou
               thus
               exclaim
            
             
               Against
               the
               justice
               of
               thy
               God
               ?
               for
               shame
               ,
            
             
               For
               shame
               such
               exclamations
               forbear
               ,
            
             
               And
               let
               's
               no
               more
               of
               thy
               complaining
               hear
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               pray
               now
               ,
               let
               me
               ask
               thee
               ,
               is
               it
               fit
               
            
             
               Dost
               think
               for
               any
               man
               of
               solid
               wit
               ,
            
             
               To
               tell
               
                 an
                 earthly
                 Monarch
              
               in
               his
               face
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               's
               unjust
               ,
               or
               doth
               in
               any
               case
            
             
               That
               which
               is
               sinful
               :
               would'st
               thou
               tell
               a
               King
            
             
               Hee
               's
               such
               ,
               as
               he
               deserved
               not
               to
               reign
               :
            
             
               Would'st
               tell
               him
               flatly
               ,
               that
               his
               Government
            
             
               Were
               arbitrary
               and
               did
               represent
            
             
             
               
                 The
                 seas
                 ,
                 whose
                 politicks
                 ,
                 tyrannical
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Allows
                 the
                 great
                 fish
                 to
                 eat
                 up
                 the
                 small
                 .
              
            
             
               Would'st
               speak
               at
               this
               rate
               ,
               prethee
               to
               a
               King
               ,
            
             
               A
               Potentate
               ,
               or
               any
               
                 ruling
                 thing
              
            
             
               
                 That
                 sits
                 in
                 State
              
               ?
               I
               doubt
               thou
               wouldst
               not
               do
            
             
               So
               foul
               a
               thing
               ,
               especially
               thou
            
             
               Who
               know
               ▪
               st
               all
               pow'rs
               on
               earth
               from
               God
               proceed
            
             
               And
               upon
               him
               depend
               ,
               as
               on
               their
               head
               :
            
             
               By
               him
               Kings
               rule
               ,
               and
               in
               their
               Royal
               seat
               ,
            
             
               Impartial
               Justice
               do
               administrat
            
             
               To
               all
               their
               Subjects
               :
               '
               countable
               to
               none
            
             
               For
               any
               actings
               ,
               but
               to
               God
               alone
               .
            
             
               To
               God
               alone
               ,
               whose
               mighty
               hands
               did
               frame
            
             
               This
               Universe
               ,
               and
               to
               it
               gave
               the
               name
            
             
               Of
               earth
               ,
               —
            
             
               Which
               he
               has
               slyc'd
               in
               many
               Provinces
               ,
            
             
               And
               over
               them
               has
               plac'd
               those
               Deputies
            
             
               Whom
               we
               call
               Princes
               ,
               men
               of
               great
               esteem
               ,
            
             
               Since
               the
               great
               King
               of
               kings
               is
               pleas
               ▪
               d
               to
               them
            
             
               To
               grant
               
                 Commissions
                 of
                 Lieutenancy
              
               ,
            
             
               Each
               ,
               in
               his
               own
               distinct
               Locality
            
             
               In
               all
               the
               parts
               of
               earths
               vast
               Monarchy
               .
            
             
               Hence
               all
               men
               are
               oblig'd
               in
               conscience
               ,
            
             
               To
               pay
               that
               due
               respect
               ,
               and
               deference
            
             
               To
               all
               in
               power
               ,
               which
               God
               has
               ordered
               ,
            
             
               Especially
               to
               a
               
                 Crowned
                 head
              
               ;
            
             
               Whose
               individual
               power
               in
               Government
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               that
               of
               Heav'ns
               more
               highly
               represent
               ,
            
             
               Then
               any
               other
               Government
               as
               yet
            
             
               Devis'd
               by
               men
               ;
               for
               in
               that
               single
               state
            
             
               He
               represents
               his
               God
               ,
               who
               gave
               him
               power
               ,
            
             
               And
               who
               in
               his
               great
               wisdome
               to
               this
               hour
            
             
               Maintains
               the
               state
               of
               Kings
               ,
               
                 and
                 will
                 defend
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 Crown
                 ,
                 and
                 Scepter
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 worlds
                 end
                 .
              
            
             
               His
               power
               is
               such
               ,
               as
               none
               should
               countermand
               ,
            
             
               Or
               ,
               when
               he
               strikes
               should
               bid
               him
               hold
               his
               hand
               :
            
             
               Nay
               ,
               though
               he
               act
               unjustly
               ,
               yet
               should
               none
            
             
               Accuse
               him
               for
               it
               ,
               since
               to
               God
               alone
            
             
               Hee
               's
               countable
               ;
               and
               though
               he
               should
               commit
            
             
               The
               worst
               of
               sins
               ,
               I
               do
               not
               think
               it
               fit
            
             
               Each
               Subject
               should
               reprove
               him
               ,
               or
               because
            
             
               
                 Of
                 his
                 few
                 pers'nal
                 failings
              
               ,
               slight
               his
               Laws
               :
            
             
               Or
               enter
               into
               
                 plots
                 of
                 discontent
              
               ,
            
             
               To
               alter
               ,
               or
               subvert
               his
               Government
               :
            
             
               Because
               he
               is
               not
               such
               ,
               as
               they
               would
               have
               him
               ,
            
             
               Or
               with
               their
               clamorous
               tongues
               ,
               and
               pens
               out-brave
               him
               .
            
             
               No
               ,
               not
               at
               all
               ,
               for
               though
               a
               Prince
               may
               erre
               ,
            
             
               As
               other
               mortals
               ,
               we
               should
               not
               inferre
            
             
               From
               thence
               ,
               that
               it
               is
               lawful
               to
               rebell
            
             
               Against
               him
               ,
               for
               as
               such
               bad
               thoughts
               from
               Hell
            
             
               Are
               prompted
               to
               us
               ,
               so
               we
               should
               forbear
            
             
               T'
               have
               entercourse
               with
               any
               rebels
               there
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               work
               it
               is
               to
               raise
               rebellion
               here
               .
            
             
               
                 For
                 though
                 the
                 Prince
                 should
                 erre
                 ,
                 th'
                 authority
              
            
             
             
               
                 Is
                 still
                 the
                 same
                 ,
                 which
                 flowing
                 certainly
              
            
             
               
                 From
                 the
                 Almighty
                 ,
                 we
                 should
                 all
                 obey
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 to
                 our
                 soveraign
                 Kings
                 all
                 honour
                 pay
                 .
              
            
             
               I
               ask
               thee
               then
               ,
               would'st
               think
               it
               fit
               to
               use
            
             
               Such
               language
               to
               a
               King
               ,
               wouldst
               thou
               accuse
            
             
               A
               Monarch
               in
               his
               face
               ?
               I
               think
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               would
               not
               so
               imprudently
               proceed
               ,
            
             
               With
               any
               such
               ,
               but
               rather
               hold
               thy
               peace
               ,
            
             
               Then
               run
               the
               risque
               ,
               whatever
               were
               thy
               case
               ,
            
             
               Of
               his
               displeasure
               :
               or
               ,
               at
               least
               ,
               I
               doubt
               ,
            
             
               Wouldst
               use
               smooth
               words
               ,
               and
               be
               thought
               wise
               to
               boot
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               then
               to
               Kings
               on
               Earth
               thou
               wouldst
               not
               speak
               
            
             
               In
               such
               
                 rude
                 language
              
               ,
               why
               art
               thou
               so
               weak
               ,
            
             
               As
               in
               such
               jargon
               boldly
               to
               addresse
            
             
               Thy self
               to
               th'
               King
               of
               Kings
               ?
               I
               must
               confess
               ,
            
             
               This
               is
               a
               piece
               of
               that
               extravagance
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               admire
               thou
               hast
               the
               countenance
            
             
               To
               look
               up
               t'
               Heavens
               ,
               when
               thou
               dost
               reflect
               ,
            
             
               How
               insolently
               thou
               didst
               lately
               speak
            
             
               Of
               their
               great
               Monarch
               :
               one
               ,
               before
               whose
               Throne
            
             
               All
               Kings
               most
               bow
               ,
               and
               with
               submission
               own
            
             
               Him
               as
               their
               Patron
               ,
               and
               their
               Soveraign
               too
               ,
            
             
               And
               think
               't
               their
               greatest
               honour
               so
               to
               doe
               .
            
             
               One
               who
               has
               no
               regard
               for
               this
               ,
               or'tother
               ,
            
             
               Who
               e're
               he
               be
               ,
               nor
               one
               before
               another
            
             
               Esteems
               ,
               as
               we
               do
               here
               ,
               because
               he
               's
               great
               ,
            
             
               Wears
               costly
               Diadems
               ,
               and
               sits
               in
               State
               ;
            
             
               For
               ,
               they
               're
               but
               all
               his
               Creatures
               ,
               and
               depend
            
             
               Upon
               their
               God
               ,
               how
               e're
               they
               may
               pretend
            
             
               To
               soveraignity
               here
               ;
               whilst
               they
               abuse
            
             
               Their
               power
               ,
               and
               with
               fine
               titles
               would
               amuse
            
             
               Their
               
                 fellow
                 mortals
              
               ;
               but
               't
               is
               all
               in
               vain
               ,
            
             
               
                 For
                 God
                 alone
                 ,
                 above
                 all
                 Kings
                 doth
                 reign
                 :
              
            
             
               He
               governs
               all
               that
               Nature
               comprehends
               ,
            
             
               And
               fully
               acts
               ,
               what
               ever
               he
               intends
               .
            
             
               Whilst
               Kings
               and
               Princes
               ,
               with
               their
               
                 swords
                 in
                 hand
              
               ,
            
             
               Before
               him
               ready
               ,
               for
               performance
               stand
               ,
            
             
               Of
               all
               that
               he
               thinks
               proper
               to
               command
               .
            
             
               Yet
               none
               of
               these
               can
               really
               be
               said
               ,
            
             
               Actively
               to
               concur
               ,
               and
               furnish
               aid
            
             
               To
               him
               in
               all
               his
               glorious
               operations
               ;
            
             
               The
               thoughts
               of
               which
               exceed
               our
               meditations
               ,
            
             
               More
               then
               if
               one
               should
               undertake
               to
               prove
               ,
            
             
               That
               wheels
               in
               Engines
               by
               themselves
               do
               move
            
             
               Without
               a
               Spring
               :
               or
               that
               without
               all
               air
            
             
               A
               man
               can
               live
               :
               which
               clearly
               doth
               declare
            
             
               That
               all
               these
               Monarchs
               ,
               whom
               we
               here
               adore
               ,
            
             
               Not
               mov'd
               by
               the
               first
               Mover
               ,
               are
               no
               more
               ,
            
             
               With
               all
               the
               force
               they
               to
               the
               field
               can
               bring
               ,
            
             
               Then
               Wheels
               in
               Engines
               are
               without
               a
               Spring
               .
            
             
               For
               ,
               as
               so
               many
               puppits
               here
               below
               ,
            
             
               By
               th'
               hand
               of
               God
               they
               're
               hurried
               to
               ,
               and
               fro
               ,
            
             
               While
               he
               is
               pleased
               to
               keep
               up
               the
               Show
               .
            
             
               But
               when
               he
               doth
               withdraw
               his
               mighty
               hand
               ,
            
             
               They
               move
               no
               more
               .
               ▪
               ▪
            
             
             
               
                 O
                 ,
                 this
                 great
                 Monarch
                 of
                 the
                 universe
                 !
              
            
             
               Who
               can
               his
               glorious
               Attributes
               rehearse
               !
            
             
               Who
               can
               the
               power
               of
               this
               great
               Prince
               express
               !
            
             
               Who
               can
               his
               glory
               even
               but
               faintly
               guess
               !
            
             
               He
               who
               doth
               Kings
               ,
               and
               Emperours
               create
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               thinks
               fit
               ,
               and
               orders
               every
               state
            
             
               Below
               the
               Heavens
               ,
               as
               he
               thinks
               pertinent
               ,
            
             
               Whether
               for
               blessing
               ,
               or
               for
               punishment
               ,
            
             
               Who
               can
               describe
               him
               !
               —
            
             
               For
               ,
               if
               at
               any
               time
               he
               doth
               intend
            
             
               To
               plague
               a
               Nation
               ,
               thither
               he
               doth
               send
            
             
               Some
               
                 sullen
                 Tyrant
              
               ,
               fraught
               with
               Cruelty
               ,
            
             
               
                 Pride
                 ,
                 Anger
                 ,
                 Avarice
                 ,
                 and
                 Impiety
                 :
              
            
             
               And
               where
               he
               means
               a
               blessing
               to
               a
               State
               ,
            
             
               Thither
               as
               quickly
               he
               doth
               delegate
            
             
               Some
               
                 sober
                 ,
                 prudent
                 Prince
              
               ,
               of
               generous
               Parts
               ,
            
             
               A
               friend
               to
               peace
               ,
               a
               favourer
               of
               Arts
               ,
            
             
               Where
               either
               in
               their
               stations
               do
               move
               ,
            
             
               As
               they
               receive
               directions
               from
               above
               .
            
          
           
             
               Sure
               then
               ,
               as
               he
               's
               undoubted
               Lord
               of
               all
            
             
               This
               spacious
               World
               ,
               so
               he
               's
               impartial
               ,
            
             
               In
               all
               his
               ways
               ,
               he
               no
               man
               will
               despise
               ,
            
             
               'Cause
               poor
               ;
               for
               rich
               ,
               and
               poor
               are
               in
               his
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               Both
               the
               same
               thing
               :
               their
               riches
               ,
               and
               their
               crimes
               ,
            
             
               He
               doth
               reward
               ,
               and
               punish
               at
               all
               times
               ,
            
             
               As
               either
               of
               'em
               in
               their
               Orbs
               do
               rise
               ,
            
             
               Without
               distinction
               of
               their
               qualities
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               all
               those
               powerful
               Princes
               ,
               who
               to
               day
               ,
               
            
             
               Appear
               in
               Robes
               most
               gloriously
               gay
               :
            
             
               Who
               with
               their
               present
               state
               so
               proudly
               swell
               ,
            
             
               
                 They
                 laugh
                 at
                 the
                 Romance
                 of
                 Heaven
                 ,
                 and
                 Hell
                 :
              
            
             
               To
               morrow
               you
               may
               see
               them
               poorly
               ly
               ,
            
             
               Like
               other
               parcels
               of
               Mortality
               ,
            
             
               Incorporat
               with
               Dust
               ,
               
                 for
                 all
                 must
                 dy
              
            
             
               
                 When
                 God
                 commands
              
               ,
               all
               must
               resign
               their
               breath
               ,
            
             
               Without
               exception
               ,
               all
               must
               stoop
               to
               Death
               :
            
             
               Nay
               ,
               greatest
               men
               are
               often
               suddainly
               ,
            
             
               Conveyed
               hence
               i'th'twinkling
               of
               an
               eye
               :
            
             
               By
               
                 poyson
                 ,
                 Dagger
                 ,
                 or
                 the
                 blows
                 of
                 War
                 ,
              
            
             
               To
               which
               great
               Monarchs
               most
               obnoxious
               are
               ,
            
             
               They
               're
               snatch't
               out
               of
               the
               world
               ,
               and
               in
               their
               fall
               ,
            
             
               Bring
               on
               their
               Subjects
               sometimes
               national
               ,
            
             
               And
               fiery
               judgements
               ,
               whilst
               Competitors
               ,
            
             
               For
               their
               Succession
               muster
               all
               the
               force
            
             
               They
               can
               to
               make
               their
               
                 several
                 titles
              
               good
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               the
               People
               are
               involv'd
               in
               blood
               ,
            
             
               By
               their
               ambition
               ,
               that
               the
               world
               may
               see
               ,
            
             
               There
               is
               no
               Monarch
               absolutely
               free
               ,
            
             
               But
               him
               ,
               who
               is
               above
               all
               Monarchy
               ,
            
             
               By
               whom
               all
               Earthly
               Monarchs
               live
               ,
               and
               dy
               .
            
          
           
             
               Why
               since
               it
               is
               so
               then
               ,
               since
               Majesty
            
             
               Only
               belongs
               to
               him
               ,
               who
               sits
               on
               high
               ,
            
             
               Which
               on
               the
               Rock
               of
               Justice
               ,
               firm
               ,
               and
               sure
            
             
               Establish'd
               ,
               to
               all
               ages
               doth
               endure
               :
            
             
             
               Should
               any
               breathing
               thing
               compos'd
               of
               dust
               ,
            
             
               Dare
               but
               to
               think
               ,
               that
               God
               can
               be
               unjust
               !
            
          
           
             
               Besides
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               I
               'de
               have
               thee
               understand
               
            
             
               That
               as
               this
               Monarch
               by
               his
               mighty
               hand
            
             
               All
               that
               we
               see
               has
               fram'd
               ,
               and
               '
               stablished
               ,
            
             
               And
               governs
               by
               the
               same
               ,
               what
               he
               has
               made
               ,
            
             
               Above
               all
               powers
               ,
               so
               
                 his
                 all-piercing
                 eye
              
            
             
               Views
               all
               our
               thoughts
               ,
               and
               actions
               carefully
               ;
            
             
               For
               ,
               trust
               me
               ,
               
                 at
                 he
                 is
                 Omnipotent
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 So
                 ,
                 without
                 doubt
                 ,
                 he
                 is
                 Omniscient
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               He
               all
               things
               sees
               ,
               his
               all-discerning
               eye
               
            
             
               Looks
               through
               the
               bowels
               of
               obscurity
               :
            
             
               Not
               earths
               dark
               Caverns
               ,
               where
               perpetual
               night
            
             
               Doth
               cover
               all
               ,
               can
               cover
               from
               his
               sight
            
             
               The
               works
               of
               darkness
               ,
               or
               i'th'least
               conceal
            
             
               Those
               villanies
               ,
               which
               he
               means
               to
               reveal
               ,
            
             
               No
               ,
               let
               a
               sinner
               run
               from
               Pole
               to
               Pole
               ,
            
             
               From
               East
               ,
               to
               West
               ;
               not
               any
               lurking
               hole
            
             
               Will
               the
               poor
               Creature
               find
               ,
               where
               he
               may
               lye
            
             
               Safely
               conceal'd
               from
               
                 that
                 all-searching
                 eye
              
               .
            
             
               How
               then
               should
               any
               foolish
               man
               suppose
            
             
               That
               he
               ,
               who
               all
               things
               sees
               ,
               and
               all
               things
               knows
               ,
            
             
               Can
               be
               unjust
               ?
               or
               that
               he
               should
               direct
            
             
               Wilfully
               ,
               or
               by
               error
               ,
               and
               mistake
               ,
            
             
               That
               to
               be
               done
               ,
               in
               any
               mortals
               case
               ,
            
             
               Which
               is
               unjust
               .
               —
            
          
           
             
               No
               sure
               ,
               for
               as
               he
               each
               mans
               sins
               doth
               know
               ;
               
            
             
               Though
               wrapp'd
               up
               in
               the
               clossest
               thoughts
               :
               even
               so
               ,
            
             
               He
               knows
               his
               strength
               ,
               he
               knows
               what
               he
               can
               bear
               ,
            
             
               And
               thence
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               no
               living
               man
               should
               fear
            
             
               That
               what
               sad
               woes
               his
               Maker
               has
               decreed
            
             
               He
               should
               endure
               ,
               will
               e're
               his
               strength
               exceed
               .
            
          
           
             
               Since
               then
               our
               God
               is
               just
               ,
               and
               equitable
               
            
             
               In
               all
               his
               wayes
               ;
               it
               is
               not
               tolerable
            
             
               To
               hear
               a
               man
               complain
               ,
               as
               thou
               hast
               done
            
             
               Of
               him
               ,
               that
               can
               do
               injury
               to
               none
               .
            
             
               Nay
               further
               ,
               though
               't
               were
               lawful
               to
               complain
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               all
               our
               exclamations
               are
               in
               vain
               :
            
             
               For
               he
               ,
               whose
               power
               is
               full
               ,
               and
               absolute
            
             
               Over
               all
               mankind
               ,
               may
               without
               dispute
               ,
            
             
               Do
               what
               he
               lists
               :
               for
               don
               't
               we
               daily
               see
            
             
               How
               even
               the
               greatest
               Monarchs
               are
               not
               free
            
             
               From
               their
               afflictions
               :
               how
               the
               mighty
               men
            
             
               VVho
               think
               their
               grandeur
               can
               his
               wrath
               sustain
               ,
            
             
               Are
               broke
               to
               pieces
               in
               their
               hight
               ,
               and
               laid
            
             
               As
               low
               as
               these
               ,
               who
               were
               of
               them
               afraid
               .
            
             
               Without
               all
               help
               ,
               by
               his
               own
               strength
               alone
            
             
               He
               pulls
               the
               greatest
               of
               '
               em
               from
               his
               Throne
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               with
               the
               same
               breath
               ,
               ere
               the
               wretch
               be
               dead
               ,
            
             
               Sets
               up
               another
               Pageant
               in
               his
               stead
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               all
               their
               actings
               he
               doth
               carefully
               
            
             
               Observe
               ,
               and
               laughs
               at
               all
               their
               policy
               .
            
             
               Their
               Cabin-Councils
               are
               to
               him
               reveal'd
            
             
               (
               Although
               by
               them
               industriously
               conceal'd
               )
            
             
             
               Yes
               ,
               he
               knows
               all
               ,
               and
               though
               he
               doth
               permit
            
             
               These
               for
               a
               while
               to
               do
               ,
               what
               they
               think
               fit
               ;
            
             
               Yet
               ,
               when
               he
               thinks
               it
               time
               to
               punish
               them
               ,
            
             
               He
               takes
               them
               down
               ,
               with
               much
               disgrace
               and
               shame
               :
            
             
               All
               their
               designs
               he
               doth
               annihilate
               ,
            
             
               And
               cancells
               
                 their
                 memorials
              
               of
               State
               :
            
             
               He
               sweeps
               them
               off
               the
               world
               ,
               like
               dust
               ,
               and
               makes
            
             
               Their
               Subjects
               feel
               great
               judgements
               ,
               for
               their
               sakes
               .
            
          
           
             
               Nay
               ,
               he
               doth
               strike
               them
               openly
               ,
               that
               all
               
            
             
               May
               learn
               ,
               and
               take
               example
               by
               their
               fall
               ;
            
             
               What
               't
               is
               for
               men
               t'
               abuse
               that
               power
               ,
               which
               he
            
             
               Entrusts
               them
               with
               ,
               and
               so
               may
               plainly
               see
            
             
               
                 That
                 all
                 upon
                 that
                 mighty
                 God
                 depend
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Whose
                 absolute
                 dominion
                 knows
                 no
                 end
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Because
               his
               just
               commands
               they
               did
               despise
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               did
               forget
               they
               were
               his
               Deputies
               :
            
             
               Nor
               did
               remember
               of
               his
               kindnesses
            
             
               Show'n
               to
               them
               ,
               
                 in
                 the
                 days
                 of
                 their
                 distress
                 :
              
            
             
               Nor
               how
               he
               had
               appear'd
               in
               their
               defence
               ,
            
             
               And
               mercifully
               by
               his
               providence
            
             
               Had
               sav'd
               them
               from
               the
               
                 plots
                 and
                 treacheries
              
            
             
               Oftner
               then
               once
               ,
               of
               their
               great
               enemies
               ;
            
             
               Nor
               thank'd
               him
               for
               his
               kindnesses
               renew'd
               ,
            
             
               But
               stead
               of
               that
               ,
               with
               great
               ingratitude
               ,
            
             
               Proudly
               rejected
               his
               authority
               ,
            
             
               And
               mean't
               to
               rule
               
                 by
                 their
                 own
                 Majesty
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               ,
               stead
               of
               ruling
               faithfully
               and
               well
               ,
               
            
             
               They
               to
               oppressing
               of
               their
               Subjects
               fell
               :
            
             
               Whose
               cryes
               did
               mount
               to
               Heav'ns
               ,
               when
               they
               complain'd
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 audience
                 quickly
                 from
                 that
                 King
                 obtain'd
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Who
                 rules
                 all
                 Kings
                 below
                 ,
                 and
                 doth
                 redress
              
            
             
               
                 All
                 the
                 afflictions
                 ,
                 and
                 just
                 grievances
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 those
                 that
                 are
                 oppress'd
              
               ;
               hence
               ,
               by
               and
               by
               ,
            
             
               He
               makes
               those
               Kings
               as
               low
               ,
               as
               they
               were
               high
               :
            
             
               In
               view
               of
               all
               he
               doth
               those
               men
               debase
               ,
            
             
               And
               sets
               up
               others
               quickly
               in
               their
               place
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               what
               he
               doth
               intend
               ,
               who
               can
               withstand
               ?
               
            
             
               Who
               can
               resist
               
                 his
                 high
                 and
                 mighty
                 hand
              
               ?
            
             
               Who
               can
               obstruct
               his
               progress
               ?
               tell
               me
               who
            
             
               Can
               hinder
               what
               be
               has
               a
               mind
               to
               do
               ?
            
             
               Whether
               on
               
                 single
                 men
              
               his
               wrath
               doth
               fall
               ,
            
             
               Or
               that
               he
               means
               a
               
                 Judgement
                 National
              
               :
            
             
               For
               if
               to
               any
               he
               gives
               quientness
               ,
            
             
               What
               fury
               can
               distrub
               that
               peoples
               peace
               ?
            
             
               Of
               if
               he
               means
               to
               punish
               them
               with
               war
               ,
            
             
               Who
               can
               resist
               him
               ?
               who
               are
               they
               ,
               that
               dare
            
             
               Oppose
               their
               breasts
               to
               th'
               torrent
               of
               his
               rage
               ,
            
             
               Or
               ,
               with
               the
               Armies
               of
               his
               wrath
               engage
               ?
            
          
           
             
               When
               he
               intends
               to
               pull
               a
               Tyrant
               down
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               ,
               in
               his
               anger
               
                 reassume
                 that
                 Crown
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Which
                 he
                 did
                 lend
                 him
              
               ,
               lest
               his
               people
               may
               ,
            
             
               By
               his
               example
               ,
               learn
               to
               disobey
            
             
               Their
               
                 Supream
                 Monarch
              
               ,
               and
               be
               cunningly
            
             
               Enamoured
               with
               his
               Apostacy
               ;
            
             
             
               What
               counsel
               ,
               what
               device
               ,
               what
               power
               below
               ,
            
             
               What
               leagues
               ,
               what
               armies
               can
               prevent
               the
               blow
               ?
            
          
           
             
               And
               now
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               by
               all
               that
               I
               have
               said
               ,
               
            
             
               I
               have
               no
               other
               aim
               ,
               but
               to
               perswade
            
             
               Both
               thee
               ,
               and
               these
               who
               hear
               me
               ,
               to
               forbear
            
             
               Such
               language
               ,
               as
               I
               am
               asham'd
               to
               hear
            
             
               On
               this
               occasion
               ;
               and
               in
               stead
               of
               crys
               ,
            
             
               
                 Complaints
                 ,
                 rash
                 questions
                 ,
                 and
                 apologys
                 ,
              
            
             
               To
               use
               another
               method
               ,
               and
               expresse
            
             
               Thy self
               in
               terms
               more
               moderat
               ▪
               then
               these
            
             
               Which
               I
               have
               heard
               :
               For
               thus
               I
               think
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               At
               such
               a
               time
               as
               this
               ,
               thou
               shouldst
               proceed
            
             
               In
               thy
               expressions
               ,
               and
               no
               otherwise
               ,
            
             
               If
               thou
               'lt
               be
               pleas'd
               to
               follow
               my
               advice
               .
            
          
           
             
               Lord
               ,
               I
               have
               sinn'd
               ,
               and
               given
               provocation
               ,
            
             
               For
               which
               I
               have
               sustain'd
               thy
               indignation
               :
            
             
               Pardon
               me
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               and
               teach
               me
               to
               abhore
            
             
               My
               former
               ways
               ,
               that
               I
               may
               sin
               no
               more
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               all
               this
               while
               ,
               Lord
               ▪
               I
               have
               not
               perceiv'd
               
            
             
               My
               errors
               ,
               but
               have
               foolishly
               believ'd
            
             
               That
               I
               was
               free
               of
               sin
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               teach
               thou
               me
               ,
            
             
               And
               now
               ,
               at
               length
               ,
               be
               pleas'd
               to
               let
               me
               see
               ,
            
             
               In
               what
               ,
               good
               Lord
               ,
               I
               have
               offended
               thee
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               'll
               do
               so
               no
               more
               .
               —
            
          
           
             
               Now
               ,
               choose
               thee
               then
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               such
               things
               are
               so
               ,
               
            
             
               Whether
               thou
               'lt
               follow
               my
               advice
               ,
               or
               no
               ,
            
             
               For
               pray
               consider
               seriously
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
            
             
               Is
               't
               fit
               that
               God
               according
               to
               thy
               mind
            
             
               Should
               now
               dispose
               of
               thee
               :
               or
               rather
               do
            
             
               What
               he
               thinks
               proper
               ?
               which
               of
               these
               thinks't
               thou
            
             
               Doth
               most
               agree
               with
               him
               ,
               who
               certainly
            
             
               Knows
               better
               what
               is
               fit
               ,
               then
               thou
               ,
               or
               I
               ,
            
             
               For
               any
               man
               t'
               endure
               :
               he
               does
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 will
                 in
                 his
                 own
                 methods
                 still
                 proceed
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Whether
                 thou
                 wilt
                 ,
                 or
                 no
                 :
              
               go
               to
               then
               ,
               speak
               ,
            
             
               See
               what
               defence
               thou
               for
               thy self
               canst
               make
               :
            
             
               If
               thou
               'lt
               not
               follow
               my
               advice
               ,
               speak
               on
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               shall
               hold
               my
               tongue
               while
               thou
               hast
               done
               :
            
             
               Speak
               out
               thy
               mind
               ,
               but
               pray
               remember
               now
               ,
            
             
               It
               is
               with
               God
               ,
               not
               me
               ,
               thou
               hast
               to
               doe
               :
            
             
               For
               ,
               if
               thou
               in
               the
               least
               canst
               make
               appear
            
             
               That
               I
               have
               err'd
               ,
               henceforth
               I
               shall
               forbear
            
             
               To
               speak
               upon
               the
               subject
               ,
               but
               give
               o're
            
             
               All
               my
               discoursing
               here
               ,
               and
               speak
               no
               more
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               only
               this
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               I
               'll
               boldly
               say
               ,
               
            
             
               That
               men
               of
               understanding
               ,
               who
               to
               day
            
             
               Have
               heard
               me
               speak
               ,
               will
               fully
               testify
               ,
            
             
               That
               what
               I
               've
               said
               ,
               is
               
                 naked
                 verity
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               that
               what
               thou
               hast
               spoke
               ,
               since
               thou
               began
               
            
             
               T'
               open
               thy
               cafe
               ,
               
                 is
                 much
                 below
                 a
                 man
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 underctanding
              
               ,
               and
               doth
               savour
               so
               ,
            
             
               Of
               one
               that
               his
               Creator
               doth
               not
               know
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               'm
               afraid
               ,
               they
               'll
               think
               what
               thou
               hast
               said
            
             
               In
               thy
               defence
               ,
               rather
               appears
               to
               add
            
             
             
               To
               thy
               offence
               ,
               and
               so
               will
               
                 find
                 the
                 Bill
              
            
             
               Against
               thee
               ,
               say
               ,
               or
               argue
               what
               thou
               will.
               
            
          
           
             
               But
               after
               all
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               I
               think
               it
               yet
               
            
             
               Proper
               to
               speak
               on
               this
               mans
               present
               state
               ,
            
             
               Because
               I
               think
               he
               's
               not
               yet
               humbled
               so
            
             
               As
               I
               would
               have
               him
               :
               —
            
             
               I
               'de
               therefore
               wish
               his
               tryal
               might
               endure
            
             
               Yet
               for
               some
               longer
               time
               ,
               until
               his
               cure
            
             
               Were
               perfect
               ,
               and
               I
               might
               perceive
               ,
               my
               friend
            
             
               Converted
               from
               his
               Errors
               in
               the
               end
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               by
               what
               yet
               I
               in
               his
               carriage
               see
               ,
               
            
             
               Without
               dissembling
               ,
               truth
               ,
               I
               must
               be
               free
            
             
               To
               tell
               you
               all
               that
               I
               perceive
               no
               less
            
             
               
                 Then
                 that
                 his
                 sins
                 do
                 ,
                 with
                 his
                 pains
                 increase
              
               ;
            
             
               So
               that
               if
               I
               my
               speaking
               should
               give
               o're
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               his
               passion
               make
               an
               open
               door
               ,
            
             
               I
               fear
               he
               will
               miscarry
               as
               before
            
             
               '
               Has
               done
               in
               his
               Discourse
               ,
               I
               'le
               therefore
               speak
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               himself
               my
               speech
               I
               will
               direct
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Cap.
             XXXV
             .
          
           
             
               UPon
               the
               Question
               in
               hand
               intent
               
            
             
               Thus
               then
               he
               prosecutes
               his
               Argument
               ▪
            
             
               Dost
               think
               ,
               says
               he
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               thou'
               rt
               in
               the
               right
               ,
               
            
             
               Or
               rather
               dost
               not
               sin
               against
               thy
               light
               ,
            
             
               When
               in
               thy
               raving
               thou
               art
               pleas'd
               to
               express
            
             
               Thy
               thoughts
               so
               much
               of
               thy
               own
               Righteousness
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               thou'd
               seem
               to
               argue
               all
               along
               ,
            
             
               That
               God
               both
               just
               ,
               and
               good
               had
               done
               thee
               wrong
               ?
            
          
           
             
               For
               thou
               hast
               said
               't
               is
               very
               strange
               to
               see
               
            
             
               That
               God
               has
               no
               regard
               to
               such
               as
               thee
               ,
            
             
               Who
               hast
               observ'd
               his
               will
               ,
               and
               piously
            
             
               Demean'd
               thy self
               even
               from
               thy
               Infancy
               :
            
             
               And
               therefore
               think'st
               
                 Piety
                 is
                 a
                 thing
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 no
                 advantage
                 ,
                 not
                 worth
                 studying
                 :
              
            
             
               
                 But
                 to
                 be
                 guilty
                 ,
                 or
                 be
                 innocent
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Are
                 in
                 themselves
                 but
                 things
                 indifferent
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Well
               I
               shall
               answer
               quickly
               all
               these
               questions
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               easily
               refute
               those
               
                 mean
                 suggestions
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 a
                 disordered
                 spirit
              
               ,
               and
               assert
               ,
            
             
               'Gainst
               thee
               ,
               and
               all
               those
               Fools
               ,
               who
               take
               thy
               part
               ,
            
             
               That
               thus
               for
               one
               (
               though
               just
               ,
               and
               innocent
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               whom
               God
               has
               sent
               a
               punishment
               )
            
             
               To
               argue
               that
               it
               is
               a
               vanity
               ,
            
             
               For
               any
               man
               to
               study
               Piety
               ,
            
             
               As
               thou
               hast
               done
               ,
               since
               God
               alike
               regards
            
             
               The
               just
               ,
               and
               unjust
               ,
               and
               so
               ill
               rewards
            
             
               His
               faithful
               Servants
               ,
               as
               thy
               case
               doth
               show
               ,
            
             
               
                 That
                 therefore
                 to
                 be
                 guilty
                 yea
                 ,
                 or
                 no
              
            
             
             
               
                 Is
                 all
                 one
                 thing
              
               ,
               since
               Judgements
               thus
               are
               sent
            
             
               Both
               on
               the
               guilty
               ,
               and
               the
               innocent
               .
            
             
               Is
               no
               less
               error
               ,
               than
               if
               one
               should
               say
            
             
               (
               As
               many
               do
               )
               come
               let
               us
               pass
               away
            
             
               Our
               time
               in
               sin
               ,
               and
               not
               so
               foolishly
            
             
               Study
               the
               useless
               art
               of
               Piety
               ,
            
             
               As
               this
               good
               man
               has
               done
               ,
               and
               after
               all
               ,
            
             
               Like
               him
               ,
               in
               saddest
               of
               afflictions
               fall
               .
            
          
           
             
               Are
               these
               thy
               thoughts
               then
               ?
               has
               afflictions
               force
               
            
             
               Driven
               thy
               Spirit
               to
               such
               weak
               Discourse
               ?
            
             
               Have
               sorrows
               so
               distracted
               thee
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
            
             
               That
               in
               such
               terms
               thou
               shouldst
               express
               thy
               mind
               ?
            
             
               Why
               if
               thou
               be
               with
               grief
               so
               overcome
               ,
            
             
               'T
               were
               good
               ,
               in
               my
               opinion
               ,
               thou
               wert
               dumb
               ,
            
             
               That
               whatso'er
               thou
               thinkest
               ,
               might
               at
               least
            
             
               Be
               keep
               't
               within
               
                 the
                 kennel
                 of
                 thy
                 breast
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               not
               break
               out
               in
               such
               
                 rude
                 eloquence
              
               ,
            
             
               As
               to
               all
               pious
               ears
               doth
               give
               offence
               .
            
             
               For
               ,
               if
               thou
               wouldst
               but
               for
               a
               moment
               check
            
             
               The
               fury
               of
               thy
               passion
               ,
               and
               direct
            
             
               Thy
               eyes
               to
               Heaven
               ,
               then
               wouldst
               thou
               plainly
               see
            
             
               The
               difference
               betwixt
               thy
               God
               ,
               and
               thee
               :
            
             
               Then
               wouldst
               thou
               see
               how
               high
               and
               excellent
               ,
            
             
               (
               Besides
               what
               all
               on
               earth
               do
               represent
               ,
               )
            
             
               That
               Mighty
               God
               ,
               whom
               we
               both
               love
               and
               fear
               ,
            
             
               Above
               all
               things
               created
               doth
               appear
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               but
               observe
               the
               clouds
               ,
               see
               how
               they
               fly
            
             
               Hither
               ▪
               and
               thither
               through
               the
               spacious
               sky
               ,
            
             
               And
               often
               do
               themselves
               conglomerate
            
             
               In
               a
               thick
               body
               ,
               which
               to
               dissipate
            
             
               The
               Sun
               attempts
               in
               vain
               .
               —
            
             
               For
               with
               a
               
                 dark
                 line
                 of
                 Circumvallation
              
               ,
            
             
               They
               so
               surround
               us
               ,
               that
               with
               Consternation
            
             
               We
               're
               oftentimes
               for
               many
               days
               together
               ,
            
             
               Lock'd
               up
               in
               Prison
               of
               bad
               soultry
               weather
               :
            
             
               Whilst
               all
               the
               while
               the
               Sun
               his
               Chamber
               keeps
               ,
            
             
               But
               now
               ,
               and
               then
               ,
               that
               through
               the
               chinks
               he
               peeps
               ,
            
             
               For
               at
               Noon-tide
               he
               dares
               no
               more
               appear
               ,
            
             
               Than
               one
               at
               Change-time
               ,
               who
               a
               Writ
               doth
               fear
               :
            
             
               Yet
               after
               all
               themselves
               they
               rarifie
            
             
               Into
               a
               pleasant
               ,
               
                 calm
                 serenitie
              
               .
            
             
               Who
               is
               't
               ,
               do'st
               think
               ,
               that
               makes
               these
               Vapours
               march
               ,
            
             
               In
               so
               good
               order
               through
               the
               spacious
               arch
               ?
            
             
               That
               makes
               these
               clouds
               condense
               ,
               and
               then
               dilate
               ,
            
             
               Sure
               this
               no
               humane
               art
               can
               operate
               :
            
             
               What
               need
               I
               tell
               thee
               ,
               
                 't
                 is
                 our
                 God
                 alone
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Who
                 on
                 these
                 clouds
                 doth
                 sometimes
                 place
                 his
                 Throne
                 ,
              
            
             
               That
               Monarch
               ,
               who
               eternally
               doth
               live
               ,
            
             
               To
               question
               whose
               
                 Supream
                 Prerogative
              
               ,
            
             
               Is
               a
               great
               madness
               ,
               without
               all
               debate
               ,
            
             
               In
               any
               thing
               ,
               that
               e're
               he
               did
               create
               .
            
             
               Since
               then
               he
               is
               so
               high
               ,
               and
               we
               so
               low
               ,
            
             
               As
               hardly
               we
               by
               Contemplation
               know
            
             
               What
               these
               things
               are
               ,
               which
               o're
               our
               heads
               do
               fly
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               make
               such
               
                 preety
                 figures
              
               in
               the
               sky
               ,
            
             
               Since
               all
               the
               Wit
               ,
               that
               God
               has
               to
               us
               given
            
             
               Can
               hardly
               seann
               
                 that
                 Portcullice
                 of
                 Heaven
              
               :
            
             
               Since
               we
               know
               no
               more
               ,
               what
               the
               rambling
               means
            
             
               I'
               th'
               air
               of
               all
               
                 those
                 glorious
                 Machines
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               can
               the
               nature
               of
               these
               clouds
               express
               ,
            
             
               No
               better
               ,
               than
               by
               art
               we
               faintly
               guess
               :
            
             
               What
               must
               we
               think
               of
               him
               ,
               pray
               what
               must
               he
               ,
            
             
               Who
               form'd
               
                 these
                 rowling
                 clouds
              
               ;
               what
               must
               he
               be
               ?
            
             
               What
               must
               he
               be
               ,
               when
               even
               we
               do
               admire
            
             
               The
               least
               part
               of
               his
               Glory
               ?
               I
               desire
            
             
               To
               know
               of
               thee
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               if
               ever
               thou
            
             
               Didst
               so
               much
               spare
               time
               to
               thy self
               allow
            
             
               As
               to
               contemplate
               even
               such
               things
               ,
               as
               these
               ,
            
             
               For
               if
               thou
               hadst
               ,
               thou
               never
               wouldst
               express
            
             
               Thy self
               so
               foolishlie
               ,
               as
               thou
               hast
               done
            
             
               Of
               him
               ,
               to
               whom
               both
               
                 Clouds
                 ,
                 Stars
                 ,
                 Moon
                 ,
                 and
                 Sun
              
            
             
               
                 Are
                 but
                 mean
                 Servants
                 ,
                 and
                 his
                 Errands
                 run
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Considering
               this
               ,
               why
               shouldst
               so
               sillily
               
            
             
               Value
               thy self
               on
               thy
               integrity
               ?
            
             
               Why
               brag'st
               thou
               so
               much
               of
               thy
               uprightness
               ,
            
             
               And
               keep'st
               such
               coyl
               about
               thy
               righteousness
               ?
            
             
               As
               if
               all
               thou
               couldst
               do
               ,
               with
               all
               thy
               art
               ,
            
             
               (
               Though
               to
               him
               thou
               wouldst
               offer
               up
               thy
               heart
               )
            
             
               Could
               add
               to
               that
               bright
               Glory
               in
               the
               least
               ,
            
             
               Of
               which
               already
               hee
               's
               so
               much
               possest
               .
            
             
               Then
               if
               thou
               sin'st
               ,
               thy self
               thou
               dost
               injure
               ,
            
             
               Not
               him
               ,
               who
               is
               so
               glorious
               and
               pure
               ,
            
             
               As
               all
               the
               clouds
               of
               thine
               iniquity
            
             
               Cannot
               offuscate
               his
               
                 bright
                 Majesty
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               righteous
               ,
               what
               dost
               thou
               on
               him
               bestow
               ?
               
            
             
               What
               doth
               he
               to
               thee
               for
               thy
               virtue
               owe
               ?
            
             
               Is
               't
               not
               thy
               duty
               ?
               pray
               now
               let
               me
               hear
            
             
               How
               wouldst
               thou
               from
               a
               hired
               Servant
               bear
            
             
               Such
               saucy
               Language
               ,
               as
               if
               hee
               'd
               profess
            
             
               He
               honour'd
               thee
               ,
               and
               for
               his
               services
            
             
               Expected
               of
               thee
               mutual
               kindnesses
               ,
            
             
               Because
               he
               had
               oblig'd
               thee
               ?
               sure
               anone
            
             
               
                 Thou'd
                 tell
                 him
                 all
                 that
                 he
                 had
                 said
                 ,
                 or
                 done
              
            
             
               
                 Was
                 but
                 his
                 duty
              
               .
               Pray
               consider
               then
            
             
               What
               are
               the
               actions
               of
               the
               best
               of
               men
               !
            
             
               What
               are
               their
               virtues
               ?
               what
               their
               services
               ?
            
             
               What
               all
               their
               vows
               ?
               what
               their
               performances
               ?
            
             
               What
               all
               their
               prayers
               ?
               what
               their
               
                 pious
                 tears
              
               ?
            
             
               What
               their
               
                 good
                 works
              
               !
               why
               truly
               it
               appears
            
             
               (
               Though
               they
               should
               oft
               repeat
               them
               o're
               ,
               and
               o're
               )
            
             
               
                 To
                 be
                 their
                 duty
                 only
                 ,
                 and
                 no
                 more
              
               ;
            
             
               Like
               those
               ,
               who
               for
               their
               services
               are
               paid
               ,
            
             
               For
               to
               his
               glory
               these
               can
               nothing
               add
               .
            
             
               Or
               if
               thy
               sins
               should
               multiplied
               be
               ,
            
             
               What
               does
               he
               value
               either
               them
               ,
               or
               thee
               ?
            
          
           
             
               'T
               is
               true
               ,
               by
               sin
               thou
               may'st
               perhaps
               devise
               
            
             
               To
               such
               ,
               as
               thou
               art
               ,
               hurt
               ,
               and
               prejudice
               ;
            
             
               And
               by
               well-doing
               too
               ,
               thou
               may'st
               perchance
            
             
             
               Thy
               Neighbours
               interest
               ,
               or
               thy
               own
               advance
               .
            
             
               But
               what
               's
               all
               this
               to
               God
               ?
               thou
               can'st
               not
               stretch
            
             
               Thy
               hand
               out
               upon
               him
               ;
               nor
               canst
               thou
               reach
            
             
               Him
               by
               thy
               actings
               ,
               whether
               bad
               ,
               or
               good
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               thy
               ways
               are
               fully
               understood
            
             
               By
               him
               :
               and
               ,
               as
               thy
               sins
               he
               doth
               deride
               ,
            
             
               So
               ,
               trust
               me
               friend
               ,
               for
               all
               thy
               zealous
               pride
               ,
            
             
               Without
               thy
               concurse
               he
               'll
               be
               glorifi'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               must
               confess
               't
               is
               usual
               ,
               with
               men
               ,
               
            
             
               When
               under
               sad
               Oppressions
               ,
               to
               complain
               :
            
             
               'T
               is
               usual
               to
               cry
               out
               ,
               't
               is
               customary
            
             
               For
               men
               at
               such
               occasions
               to
               miscarry
               ,
            
             
               (
               As
               thou
               of
               late
               hast
               done
               )
               in
               their
               expressions
               ,
            
             
               Because
               o'
               th'
               multitude
               of
               their
               Oppressions
               .
            
             
               I
               know
               indeed
               ,
               by
               Nature
               men
               are
               prone
               ,
            
             
               With
               bitter
               exclamations
               to
               bemoan
            
             
               The
               sad
               Disasters
               ,
               which
               they
               undergo
            
             
               By
               reason
               of
               Oppression
               :
               I
               know
            
             
               
                 Oppression
                 truely
                 in
                 its
                 full
                 carreer
              
            
             
               
                 Is
                 hard
                 for
                 any
                 mortal
                 Man
                 to
                 bear
                 ,
              
            
             
               Hence
               some
               think
               they
               may
               be
               allow'd
               to
               cry
               ,
            
             
               When
               under
               such
               a
               
                 bitter
                 Agony
              
               .
            
             
               'T
               is
               true
               indeed
               
                 this
                 is
                 the
                 usual
                 way
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 many
                 godly
                 persons
                 in
                 the
                 day
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 their
                 affliction
              
               ;
               this
               is
               that
               indeed
            
             
               Which
               most
               of
               men
               do
               for
               their
               Errors
               plead
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               this
               is
               not
               the
               method
               men
               should
               use
               
            
             
               Under
               Oppression
               :
               hence
               I
               don't
               excuse
            
             
               Those
               ,
               usual
               complaints
               ,
               and
               exclamations
               ,
            
             
               In
               which
               men
               vent
               themselves
               ,
               at
               such
               occasions
               .
            
             
               For
               O
               ,
               if
               they
               considered
               things
               aright
               ,
            
             
               They
               would
               not
               thus
               with
               their
               afflictions
               fight
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               vex
               at
               their
               oppressions
               ,
               like
               Fools
               ,
            
             
               Or
               cry
               aloud
               ,
               and
               weep
               ,
               like
               Boys
               at
               Schools
               .
            
             
               No
               ,
               no
               ,
               they
               should
               to
               God
               themselves
               address
               ,
            
             
               To
               him
               alone
               they
               should
               ,
               in
               their
               distress
               ,
            
             
               Apply
               themselves
               ,
               with
               zeal
               ,
               and
               fervency
               ,
            
             
               
                 For
                 he
                 can
                 only
                 send
                 them
                 remedy
              
            
             
               
                 In
                 time
                 of
                 Troubles
              
               :
               he
               alone
               can
               give
            
             
               True
               comfort
               to
               them
               ,
               he
               can
               make
               them
               live
               ,
            
             
               When
               they
               're
               about
               to
               die
               :
               when
               help
               from
               men
            
             
               Has
               fail'd
               ,
               and
               for
               supply
               they
               look
               in
               vain
            
             
               From
               th'
               arm
               of
               Flesh
               ,
               he
               unexpectedly
            
             
               Doth
               bring
               them
               out
               of
               all
               their
               Misery
               :
            
             
               He
               makes
               them
               change
               their
               notes
               ,
               and
               gladly
               sing
            
             
               Amidst
               their
               greatest
               pain
               and
               suffering
               .
            
          
           
             
               Nay
               we
               should
               even
               in
               gratitude
               apply
               
            
             
               Our selves
               to
               God
               ,
               
                 in
                 time
                 of
                 Misery
              
               ;
            
             
               Because
               he
               Reason
               on
               us
               has
               bestow'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               us
               with
               many
               Qualities
               endow'd
               ,
            
             
               Beyond
               all
               beasts
               o'th'Field
               ,
               or
               birds
               o'th'Air
               ,
            
             
               None
               of
               which
               can
               i'th'least
               with
               Man
               compare
               :
            
             
               And
               therefore
               we
               're
               oblig'd
               on
               all
               occasions
            
             
               Of
               such
               sad
               Woes
               ,
               to
               make
               our
               applications
            
             
             
               To
               him
               alone
               ,
               as
               we
               would
               wish
               to
               be
               ,
            
             
               In
               his
               good
               time
               from
               our
               afflictions
               free
               .
            
          
           
             
               'T
               is
               true
               ,
               some
               men
               do
               in
               affliction
               cry
               
            
             
               To
               God
               ,
               and
               seem
               with
               servour
               to
               apply
            
             
               Themselves
               to
               him
               in
               prayer
               ,
               but
               after
               all
               ,
            
             
               Th'
               Almighty
               doth
               not
               hear
               them
               ,
               when
               they
               call
               :
            
             
               Because
               they
               are
               not
               yet
               sufficiently
            
             
               Humbled
               for
               their
               offences
               .
            
             
               Besides
               ,
               
                 Faith
                 of
                 all
                 prayer
                 is
                 the
                 ground
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 without
                 that
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 but
                 an
                 empty
                 sound
                 .
              
            
             
               Such
               as
               do
               not
               by
               faith
               themselves
               address
               ,
            
             
               He
               will
               not
               hear
               :
               faith
               doth
               his
               ear
               possess
               ,
            
             
               Great
               
                 Master
                 of
                 Requests
              
               ,
               chief
               favourite
            
             
               I'
               th'
               Court
               of
               Heaven
               ,
               Protector
               of
               the
               right
            
             
               Of
               all
               true
               Supplicants
               ,
               this
               ,
               this
               alone
               ,
            
             
               Makes
               all
               addresses
               to
               the
               Heavenly
               Throne
               .
            
          
           
             
               No
               
                 formal
                 ,
                 faithless
                 prayer
              
               th'
               Almighty
               hears
               ,
               
            
             
               Nor
               doth
               he
               value
               
                 mercenary
                 tears
              
               .
            
             
               No
               ,
               though
               all
               these
               ,
               whom
               we
               on
               Earth
               admire
               ,
            
             
               
                 The
                 glorious
                 Chanters
                 of
                 the
                 Heavenly
                 Quire
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               all
               the
               Saints
               ,
               and
               Martyrs
               with
               a
               shout
               ,
            
             
               Should
               usher
               in
               our
               prayers
               ,
               and
               to
               boot
            
             
               
                 Good
                 works
              
               ,
               with
               all
               their
               
                 meritorious
                 sense
              
            
             
               Should
               seem
               to
               make
               a
               Lane
               ,
               by
               violence
               ;
            
             
               
                 Yet
                 without
                 faith
                 ,
                 all
                 these
                 attempts
                 are
                 vain
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 For
                 after
                 all
                 this
                 courtly
                 toile
                 ,
                 and
                 pain
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Such
                 prayers
                 will
                 drop
                 down
                 in
                 our
                 mouths
                 again
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               As
               then
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               I
               judge
               it
               is
               a
               crime
               
            
             
               For
               men
               oppress
               't
               with
               grief
               ,
               at
               any
               time
               ,
            
             
               (
               As
               thou
               dost
               )
               of
               their
               Maker
               to
               complain
               ,
            
             
               So
               I
               esteem
               it
               absolutely
               vain
               ,
            
             
               Because
               I
               do
               assert
               God
               is
               so
               high
               ,
            
             
               And
               we
               so
               low
               ,
               as
               to
               his
               Majesty
               ▪
            
             
               We
               Should
               our selves
               ,
               in
               humble
               terms
               apply
               ;
            
             
               And
               not
               in
               proud
               ,
               and
               rash
               expostulations
            
             
               Bitter
               complaints
               ,
               and
               tragical
               expressions
            
             
               Of
               our
               distress'd
               conditions
               ,
               as
               if
               none
            
             
               Had
               suffered
               e're
               the
               like
               as
               we
               had
               done
               .
            
             
               So
               I
               esteem
               it
               likewise
               labour
               lost
               ,
            
             
               Thus
               oft
               of
               thy
               integrity
               to
               boast
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               have
               heard
               thee
               .
               Then
               ,
               I
               yet
               do
               see
               ,
            
             
               Another
               fault
               ,
               which
               I
               must
               taxe
               in
               thee
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               is
               great
               despondency
               .
               indeed
            
             
               In
               that
               thou
               dost
               most
               palpably
               exceed
               .
            
             
               For
               I
               've
               observ'd
               in
               all
               thy
               frequent
               fits
            
             
               Of
               passion
               ,
               like
               one
               out
               of
               his
               wits
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               us'd
               in
               such
               expressions
               to
               rave
               ,
            
             
               "
               Why
               am
               I
               tortur'd
               thus
               ,
               can
               I
               not
               have
            
             
               "
               Accesse
               to
               God
               himself
               ?
               can
               I
               not
               see
            
             
               "
               That
               mighty
               Judge
               ,
               who
               doth
               so
               punish
               me
               ?
            
             
               "
               To
               him
               I
               would
               with
               confidence
               addresse
               ,
            
             
               "
               To
               him
               I
               'de
               speak
               ,
               to
               him
               lay
               out
               my
               case
               ,
            
             
               "
               And
               show
               how
               I
               am
               pure
               ,
               and
               innocent
               ,
            
             
               "
               And
               so
               deserve
               not
               this
               great
               punishment
               .
            
             
             
               But
               O
               ,
               where
               is
               he
               to
               be
               found
               ?
               ah
               where
            
             
               Doth
               he
               reside
               ?
               shall
               I
               search
               here
               ,
               or
               there
               ,
            
             
               North
               ,
               South
               ,
               East
               ,
               West
               ,
               why
               all
               is
               but
               in
               vain
               ,
            
             
               For
               after
               all
               I
               never
               can
               obtain
            
             
               A
               sight
               of
               him
               :
               from
               whence
               I
               plainly
               see
            
             
               There
               's
               nothing
               left
               ,
               but
               
                 black
                 despair
              
               for
               me
               .
            
             
               So
               that
               my
               soul
               of
               life
               is
               wearied
               ,
            
             
               And
               would
               choose
               even
               strangling
               to
               be
               freed
            
             
               From
               its
               sad
               pains
               :
               O
               how
               I
               life
               abhorre
               ,
            
             
               I
               hate
               it
               ,
               and
               desire
               to
               live
               no
               more
               .
            
             
               O
               let
               me
               die
               then
               ,
               for
               I
               know
               his
               wrath
            
             
               Will
               never
               cease
               ,
               so
               long
               as
               I
               do
               breath
               .
            
             
               For
               't
               is
               in
               vain
               to
               think
               that
               ever
               I
            
             
               Can
               be
               on
               this
               side
               of
               mortality
            
             
               Restored
               to
               my
               late
               prosperity
               .
            
          
           
             
               Why
               truly
               ,
               friend
               ,
               't
               is
               no
               small
               provocation
            
             
               For
               one
               to
               use
               such
               
                 terms
                 of
                 desperation
              
               ,
            
             
               Under
               sad
               woes
               :
               't
               is
               true
               ,
               men
               without
               hope
            
             
               Will
               think
               upon
               a
               Dagger
               ,
               or
               a
               Rope
               ,
            
             
               Not
               knowing
               God
               :
               but
               for
               those
               men
               who
               fear
            
             
               This
               God
               ,
               in
               saddest
               trials
               to
               despair
               ,
            
             
               Is
               a
               great
               sin
               ,
               a
               fault
               intollerable
               ,
            
             
               A
               foul
               offence
               ,
               a
               crime
               unpardonable
               .
            
          
           
             
               What
               ,
               to
               despair
               !
               to
               give
               all
               o're
               for
               lost
               ,
            
             
               When
               in
               
                 the
                 Ocean
                 of
                 afflictions
              
               toss't
               !
            
             
               To
               let
               our
               spirits
               fail
               ,
               and
               weakly
               faint
               ,
            
             
               Like
               Female
               souls
               ,
               in
               such
               an
               exigent
               ,
            
             
               When
               we
               have
               most
               need
               to
               be
               confident
               !
            
             
               To
               show
               some
               courage
               in
               prosperity
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               
                 the
                 Battel
                 of
                 adversity
              
               ,
            
             
               When
               we
               have
               most
               use
               for
               it
               ,
               to
               have
               none
               ,
            
             
               Is
               truly
               ,
               what
               I
               cannot
               think
               upon
               ,
            
             
               Without
               disdain
               !
               to
               sink
               ,
               when
               we
               should
               swim
               ,
            
             
               To
               lye
               flat
               on
               the
               ground
               ,
               when
               we
               should
               climb
            
             
               To
               th'mountain
               tops
               ,
               so
               cowardly
               to
               shrink
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               we
               should
               stand
               to
               't
               bravely
               :
               is
               I
               think
            
             
               A
               quality
               which
               he
               ,
               who
               valueth
            
             
               Hath
               neither
               
                 courage
                 ,
                 prudence
                 ,
                 grace
                 ,
                 nor
                 faith
                 ,
              
            
             
               Thus
               to
               despair
               ,
               alace
               how
               meanly
               base
               !
            
             
               And
               unbecoming
               one
               of
               
                 Abrams
                 race
              
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Abraham
               ,
               
                 that
                 supereminent
              
            
             
               
                 Undaunted
                 ,
                 constant
                 ,
                 and
                 believing
                 Saint
              
               ;
            
             
               VVho
               in
               his
               God
               such
               confidence
               did
               place
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               could
               not
               despair
               in
               any
               case
               :
            
             
               And
               for
               that
               reason
               was
               of
               all
               esteem'd
            
             
               
                 The
                 father
                 of
                 the
                 faithful
              
               ,
               —
               —
            
             
               Shouldst
               thou
               despair
               then
               !
               one
               who
               art
               descended
            
             
               O'
               th'
               
                 house
                 of
                 faith
              
               ,
               one
               who
               hath
               still
               depended
            
             
               Upon
               the
               promise
               to
               thy
               Fathers
               made
               :
            
             
               And
               as
               I
               see
               ,
               dost
               yet
               thy self
               perswade
            
             
               That
               thy
               Redeemer
               lives
               ,
               whom
               no
               man
               hath
            
             
               Seen
               ever
               yet
               ,
               but
               with
               the
               
                 eyes
                 of
                 faith
              
               :
            
             
               What
               ,
               one
               
                 of
                 so
                 much
                 faith
                 thus
                 to
                 despair
                 !
              
            
             
               'T
               is
               truly
               ,
               friend
               ,
               a
               thing
               not
               ordinar
               .
            
             
             
               Yes
               ,
               one
               of
               his
               integrity
               so
               fond
               ,
            
             
               Which
               should
               support
               his
               faith
               ,
               thus
               to
               despond
               !
            
             
               Like
               those
               ,
               who
               conscious
               of
               some
               
                 horrid
                 crimes
              
               ,
            
             
               Spin
               out
               their
               days
               in
               
                 melancholly
                 Chines
              
               !
            
             
               —
               What
               to
               despair
               !
               let
               's
               hear
               no
               more
               for
               shame
            
             
               Of
               this
               despair
               :
               I
               hate
               its
               very
               name
               .
            
             
               —
               Despair
               !
               I
               know
               indeed
               some
               
                 impious
                 men
              
               ,
            
             
               Who
               thinking
               death
               will
               ease
               them
               of
               their
               pain
               ,
            
             
               Which
               here
               they
               suffer
               for
               their
               sins
               ,
               and
               that
            
             
               By
               it
               their
               crimes
               will
               be
               obliterat
               ,
            
             
               Like
               mad-men
               ,
               at
               such
               time
               for
               death
               do
               baul
               ,
            
             
               Supposing
               the
               
                 kind
                 grave
              
               will
               cover
               all
            
             
               Their
               lewd
               offences
               ;
               but
               I
               hope
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
            
             
               Thou'
               rt
               none
               of
               those
               who
               think
               
                 death
                 puts
                 an
                 end
              
            
             
               
                 To
                 all
                 our
                 pains
              
               ,
               nay
               surely
               thou
               dost
               know
               ,
            
             
               And
               firmly
               dost
               believe
               things
               are
               not
               so
               .
            
             
               For
               then
               the
               fiery
               trial
               ,
               but
               begins
               ,
            
             
               And
               after
               death
               ,
               we
               're
               punish'd
               for
               our
               sins
               ,
            
             
               More
               then
               in
               life
               :
               now
               we
               are
               but
               arraign'd
            
             
               And
               may
               plead
               mercy
               ;
               then
               we
               are
               constrain'd
            
             
               T'
               endure
               those
               torments
               ,
               which
               God
               has
               ordain
               ▪
               d
            
             
               For
               unrepenting
               sinners
               ,
               and
               must
               ly
            
             
               Under
               his
               wrath
               to
               all
               eternity
               .
            
          
           
             
               Rouz
               up
               thy self
               then
               ,
               and
               
                 despair
                 no
                 more
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 But
                 trust
                 in
                 God
              
               ,
               for
               he
               will
               yet
               restore
            
             
               Thee
               to
               thy
               former
               state
               ,
               and
               let
               thee
               see
            
             
               He
               doth
               retain
               more
               kindness
               yet
               for
               thee
               ,
            
             
               Then
               thou
               dost
               either
               merit
               ,
               or
               expect
               :
            
             
               Trust
               in
               him
               then
               ,
               let
               faith
               thy
               heart
               direct
            
             
               
                 In
                 this
                 sad
                 tryal
              
               ,
               do
               no
               more
               despair
               ,
            
             
               For
               he
               's
               a
               loving
               God
               ,
               and
               will
               take
               care
            
             
               Of
               thee
               ,
               and
               thy
               concerns
               and
               after
               all
            
             
               When
               he
               has
               try'd
               thee
               fully
               ,
               he
               'll
               let
               fall
            
             
               His
               wrath
               against
               thee
               ;
               and
               
                 in
                 pure
                 compassion
              
               ,
            
             
               Deliver
               thee
               out
               of
               this
               sad
               temptation
               ?
            
             
               He
               will
               restore
               thee
               to
               thy
               former
               state
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               that
               thou
               hast
               seen
               ,
               or
               suffered
               yet
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               now
               ,
               my
               friends
               ,
               I
               must
               again
               to
               you
               
            
             
               Address
               my self
               once
               more
               :
               you
               see
               then
               how
            
             
               This
               
                 good
                 man
              
               is
               not
               so
               much
               punished
            
             
               For
               former
               sins
               ,
               as
               he
               is
               visited
               ,
            
             
               In
               wrath
               ,
               for
               his
               
                 despondency
                 ,
                 and
                 passion
              
               ;
            
             
               Though
               yet
               our
               God
               has
               us'd
               such
               moderation
            
             
               In
               trying
               of
               him
               ,
               as
               he
               has
               no
               cause
            
             
               T'
               exclaim
               against
               the
               rigor
               of
               his
               Laws
               ,
            
             
               For
               yet
               he
               lives
               ,
               and
               may
               yet
               live
               to
               see
            
             
               Himself
               from
               all
               his
               present
               sorrows
               free
               .
            
             
               Judge
               then
               if
               he
               has
               reason
               ,
               constantly
            
             
               Thus
               to
               complain
               ,
               and
               foolishly
               to
               cry
               ,
            
             
               When
               he
               has
               suffered
               no
               extremity
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               therefore
               do
               conclude
               that
               Job
               has
               spoke
               
            
             
               Such
               language
               in
               his
               pains
               ,
               as
               might
               provoke
            
             
               The
               wrath
               of
               God
               ,
               and
               make
               him
               yet
               to
               pour
            
             
               Worse
               judgements
               on
               him
               ,
               then
               he
               to
               this
               hour
            
             
             
               Has
               ever
               felt
               ,
               and
               it
               were
               equity
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               ,
               with
               whom
               he
               has
               so
               tenderly
            
             
               Dealt
               all
               this
               while
               ,
               for
               his
               despondency
            
             
               Should
               yet
               be
               further
               punish'd
               ,
               but
               I
               hope
            
             
               He
               'll
               have
               compassion
               on
               him
               now
               ,
               and
               stop
            
             
               The
               current
               of
               his
               Wrath
               ;
               which
               for
               my
               part
               ▪
            
             
               I
               wish
               he
               may
               do
               quickly
               from
               my
               heart
               :
            
             
               Lest
               ,
               if
               his
               torments
               be
               continued
               ,
            
             
               He
               may
               in
               
                 his
                 extravagance
              
               proceed
               :
            
             
               And
               so
               his
               Heavenly
               Father
               irritate
               ,
            
             
               
                 As
                 he
                 for
                 ever
                 may
                 exheridate
              
            
             
               
                 This
                 ungrate
                 wretch
              
               ,
               and
               never
               owne
               him
               more
            
             
               To
               be
               his
               Child
               ,
               as
               he
               has
               done
               before
               ;
            
             
               This
               winnowing
               tryal
               ,
               and
               may
               do
               again
               ,
            
             
               Could
               he
               from
               his
               unjust
               complaints
               abstain
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Cap.
             XXXVI
             .
          
           
             
               BReathing
               a
               while
               ,
               till
               he
               might
               recollect
               
            
             
               His
               spirits
               ,
               he
               begun
               again
               to
               speak
               ,
            
             
               As
               formerly
               ,
               and
               with
               
                 a
                 judgment
                 stayd
              
            
             
               The
               
                 zealous
                 young
                 man
              
               thus
               continued
               .
            
          
           
             
               Suffer
               me
               yet
               a
               little
               while
               ,
               said
               he
               ,
               
            
             
               To
               speak
               ▪
               my
               friend
               ,
               and
               I
               'll
               impart
               to
               thee
            
             
               What
               further
               I
               have
               yet
               to
               plead
               ,
               and
               say
            
             
               On
               Gods
               behalf
               ,
               suffer
               me
               now
               ,
               I
               pray
            
             
               To
               speak
               but
               yet
               a
               little
               ,
               in
               defence
            
             
               Of
               
                 my
                 great
                 Master
              
               ,
               that
               I
               may
               from
               thence
            
             
               Inform
               thee
               of
               his
               Power
               ,
               and
               Majesty
               ,
            
             
               And
               thy
               own
               dulnesse
               ,
               and
               stupidity
               ,
            
             
               Who
               all
               this
               while
               hast
               boldly
               argued
            
             
               'Gainst
               his
               procedure
               in
               thy
               case
               ,
               and
               said
            
             
               'T
               was
               hard
               to
               send
               so
               great
               a
               punishment
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               a
               man
               so
               just
               ,
               and
               innocent
            
             
               As
               thou
               art
               :
               I
               shall
               therefore
               freely
               show
               ,
            
             
               How
               much
               thou
               to
               this
               mighty
               God
               dost
               owe
               ,
            
             
               Who
               hath
               been
               pleas'd
               ,
               with
               so
               much
               patience
               ,
            
             
               To
               hear
               thee
               talk
               so
               on
               thy
               innocence
               ,
            
             
               And
               even
               attempt
               t'arraign
               his
               Providence
               ;
            
             
               Without
               inflicting
               yet
               some
               harder
               things
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               thee
               ,
               for
               thy
               sinfull
               murmurings
               .
            
          
           
             
               Allow
               me
               then
               to
               speak
               ,
               for
               I
               intend
               
            
             
               'Gainst
               all
               opponents
               stoutly
               to
               defend
            
             
               
                 The
                 honour
                 of
                 my
                 Maker
              
               ;
               and
               maintain
            
             
               Against
               all
               mortals
               ,
               who
               of
               him
               complain
               ,
            
             
               
                 That
                 he
                 's
                 all
                 justice
                 ,
                 mercy
                 ,
                 and
                 compassion
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 uses
                 in
                 his
                 wrath
                 great
                 moderation
              
               ;
            
             
               
                 That
                 he
                 's
                 all
                 virtue
                 ,
                 truth
                 ,
                 and
                 righteousness
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               more
               then
               I
               am
               able
               to
               express
               .
            
             
               Allow
               me
               then
               to
               speak
               ,
               allow
               me
               ,
               pray
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               seriously
               advert
               to
               what
               I
               say
            
             
               Upon
               the
               subject
               ;
               for
               though
               my
               intent
            
             
               Be
               to
               pursue
               my
               former
               argument
               ,
            
             
               And
               show
               the
               power
               of
               him
               ,
               who
               sits
               on
               high
               ,
            
             
               Cloath'd
               with
               eternal
               Light
               ,
               and
               Majesty
               :
            
             
               Yet
               not
               from
               
                 reasons
                 topicks
              
               ,
               but
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               From
               such
               as
               do
               all
               reason
               far
               exceed
               ,
            
             
               I
               mean
               to
               draw
               my
               mediums
               ,
               and
               prove
            
             
               
                 That
                 the
                 first
                 mover
                 ,
                 by
                 whom
                 all
                 things
                 move
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Who
                 no
                 beginning
                 had
                 ,
                 and
                 knows
                 no
                 end
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Is
                 what
                 our
                 reason
                 cannot
                 comprehend
                 .
              
            
             
               I
               'll
               speak
               of
               him
               ,
               as
               of
               that
               Deity
               ,
            
             
               Perceptible
               by
               th'
               spirit
               ,
               not
               by
               th'
               eye
               .
            
             
               Who
               's
               great
               beyond
               our
               reach
               ,
               who
               's
               all
               in
               all
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               Character
               is
               supernatural
               .
            
          
           
             
               Be
               pleas'd
               to
               hear
               me
               then
               ,
               for
               seriously
               
            
             
               I
               mean
               to
               speak
               ,
               with
               great
               sincerity
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               the
               matter
               ;
               I
               intend
               to
               speak
            
             
               Nothing
               but
               truth
               ,
               as
               God
               shall
               me
               direct
               .
            
             
               In
               sober
               terms
               ,
               I
               shall
               my self
               expresse
               ,
            
             
               In
               what
               concerns
               thy
               present
               wretchednesse
               ,
            
             
               For
               I
               do
               fully
               understand
               thy
               case
               .
            
          
           
             
               First
               then
               ,
               that
               I
               may
               speak
               in
               vindication
               ,
               
            
             
               Of
               
                 my
                 great
                 Maker
              
               upon
               this
               occasion
               :
            
             
               I
               'd
               have
               thee
               know
               that
               even
               the
               best
               of
               men
            
             
               Do
               ,
               but
               with
               great
               difficulty
               ,
               obtain
            
             
               Some
               
                 random
                 knowledge
              
               of
               the
               qualities
            
             
               Of
               that
               great
               God
               ,
               who
               dwells
               above
               the
               Skies
               .
            
             
               
                 The
                 language
                 of
                 his
                 ways
                 we
                 cannot
                 read
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Whence
                 all
                 our
                 grosse
                 mistakes
                 of
                 him
                 proceed
                 :
              
            
             
               Our
               ignorance
               of
               him
               makes
               us
               to
               erre
            
             
               In
               our
               behaviour
               to
               him
               ,
               whensoe're
            
             
               He
               's
               pleas'd
               t'
               afflict
               us
               :
               and
               imagine
               that
            
             
               
                 He
                 censures
                 none
                 ,
                 but
                 those
                 ,
                 whom
                 he
                 doth
                 hate
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 That
                 he
                 has
                 no
                 regard
                 to
                 innocence
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 When
                 such
                 good
                 men
                 are
                 punished
                 ,
                 and
                 thence
              
            
             
               Reflecting
               on
               our
               own
               integrity
               ,
            
             
               We
               think
               he
               does
               us
               no
               small
               injury
               .
            
             
               Advert
               then
               pray
               ,
               and
               I
               will
               teach
               thee
               now
               ,
            
             
               By
               a
               most
               
                 lively
                 demonstration
              
               ,
               how
            
             
               Thou
               may'st
               hereafter
               know
               him
               perfectly
               ,
            
             
               And
               thence
               thy
               former
               errors
               ,
               rectify
               .
            
          
           
             
               Behold
               then
               ,
               he
               is
               mighty
               ,
               and
               exceeds
            
             
               In
               power
               the
               reputation
               of
               his
               deeds
               :
            
             
               
                 He
                 's
                 high
                 ,
                 and
                 mighty
                 ,
                 and
                 doth
                 far
                 excell
              
            
             
               
                 All
                 Kings
                 ,
                 and
                 Princes
                 that
                 on
                 Earth
                 do
                 dwell
                 :
              
            
             
               In
               strength
               he
               's
               highly
               super-eminent
               ,
            
             
               His
               mighty
               arm
               doth
               shake
               the
               Firmament
               :
            
             
               In
               wisdom
               ,
               he
               so
               fully
               doth
               abound
               ,
            
             
               And
               is
               in
               every
               knowledge
               so
               profound
               ,
            
             
               That
               all
               our
               knowledge
               ,
               all
               our
               art
               ,
               and
               wit
               ,
            
             
               Is
               but
               meer
               folly
               ,
               laid
               in
               scale
               ,
               with
               it
               .
            
             
             
               
                 Yet
                 as
                 he
                 's
                 great
                 ,
                 so
                 he
                 is
                 good
                 ,
                 and
                 just
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 will
                 do
                 wrong
                 to
                 nothing
                 made
                 of
                 dust
                 .
              
            
             
               Ready
               at
               all
               occasions
               he
               appears
            
             
               To
               do
               men
               justice
               ,
               and
               he
               gently
               hears
            
             
               All
               their
               Petitions
               ;
               he
               will
               not
               despise
            
             
               The
               poor
               man
               in
               his
               suit
               :
               
                 for
                 in
                 his
                 eyes
              
            
             
               
                 Both
                 rich
                 ,
                 and
                 poor
                 are
                 equal
                 :
              
               every
               man
            
             
               Who
               with
               uplifted
               hands
               ,
               but
               faintly
               can
            
             
               Say
               ,
               
                 Lord
                 have
                 mercy
                 on
                 me
              
               ,
               he
               will
               hear
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               may
               freely
               ,
               without
               any
               fear
               ,
            
             
               To
               him
               approach
               ;
               all
               may
               to
               him
               address
            
             
               In
               person
               ,
               and
               with
               ease
               lay
               out
               their
               case
               .
            
             
               Access
               to
               him
               is
               easily
               obtain'd
               ,
            
             
               
                 Without
                 the
                 introduction
                 of
                 a
                 friend
                 :
              
            
             
               Without
               expence
               of
               
                 waiting
                 ,
                 and
                 delay
              
               ;
            
             
               And
               being
               shifted
               still
               from
               day
               to
               day
               ,
            
             
               As
               men
               in
               Courts
               of
               mortal
               Kings
               are
               us'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               after
               all
               ,
               either
               their
               suits
               refus'd
               ,
            
             
               Or
               laid
               aside
               ;
               and
               when
               their
               means
               are
               gone
               ,
            
             
               Pitied
               by
               many
               ,
               but
               supply'd
               by
               none
               ,
            
             
               T'
               endure
               the
               hateful
               name
               of
               
                 hingers
                 on
              
               .
            
             
               No
               ,
               all
               men
               may
               from
               him
               have
               audience
               ,
            
             
               What
               ever
               be
               their
               case
               ,
               
                 without
                 expence
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 any
                 thing
                 but
                 Prayer
              
               ;
               and
               quickly
               find
            
             
               Though
               he
               is
               great
               ,
               yet
               he
               is
               just
               ,
               and
               kind
            
             
               To
               all
               that
               truly
               call
               upon
               his
               Name
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               if
               we
               have
               not
               audience
               ,
               we
               may
               blame
            
             
               None
               but
               our selves
               :
               nay
               ,
               
                 though
                 we
                 should
                 be
                 mute
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 If
                 even
                 our
                 hearts
                 but
                 speak
                 ,
                 he
                 'll
                 grant
                 our
                 sute
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Now
               ,
               as
               he
               's
               great
               ,
               and
               just
               ,
               so
               he
               is
               kind
               
            
             
               To
               all
               good
               men
               :
               for
               when
               he
               calls
               to
               mind
               ,
            
             
               How
               some
               bad
               persons
               void
               of
               conscience
               ,
            
             
               Triumphing
               in
               
                 their
                 formal
                 violence
              
               ,
            
             
               Taking
               th'
               advantage
               of
               the
               times
               ,
               and
               glad
            
             
               To
               have
               occasion
               to
               oppress
               ,
               have
               laid
            
             
               Themselves
               to
               do
               all
               mischiefs
               to
               those
               men
               ,
            
             
               Who
               ,
               when
               injur'd
               only
               to
               God
               complain
               .
            
             
               Hence
               ,
               though
               these
               godless
               men
               have
               done
               much
               wrong
            
             
               To
               many
               ,
               and
               yet
               God
               has
               let
               them
               long
            
             
               Live
               at
               their
               ease
               unpunish'd
               ;
               after
               all
            
             
               Arm'd
               with
               pure
               Justice
               ,
               he
               'll
               upon
               them
               fall
               ;
            
             
               Break
               them
               to
               pieces
               ,
               seize
               what
               they
               possess
               ,
            
             
               And
               spoil
               them
               of
               their
               unjust
               purchasses
               :
            
             
               In
               their
               estates
               he
               'll
               make
               a
               sudden
               change
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               those
               poor
               mens
               injuries
               revenge
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               the
               Persons
               ,
               and
               the
               Families
            
             
               Of
               those
               ,
               who
               did
               commit
               these
               injuries
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               ,
               though
               he
               suffer
               those
               bad
               men
               to
               live
               
            
             
               Long
               time
               ,
               in
               plenty
               ,
               and
               to
               them
               doth
               give
            
             
               What
               e're
               their
               hearts
               can
               wish
               ,
               yet
               all
               the
               time
            
             
               
                 He
                 spares
                 their
                 persons
                 ,
                 he
                 doth
                 mind
                 their
                 crime
              
            
             
               He
               lets
               the
               righteous
               suffer
               misery
               ,
            
             
               And
               sad
               distress
               ,
               but
               has
               a
               watchful
               eye
            
             
             
               On
               all
               that
               do
               them
               wrong
               :
               and
               in
               the
               end
               ,
            
             
               All
               those
               good
               men
               ,
               that
               upon
               him
               depend
               ,
            
             
               Not
               only
               he
               'll
               restore
               ,
               to
               all
               which
               these
            
             
               Oppressours
               did
               most
               inhumanely
               seize
               .
            
             
               But
               will
               bring
               them
               in
               favour
               ,
               and
               esteem
            
             
               With
               those
               that
               wear
               the
               
                 Sacred
                 Diademe
              
               .
            
             
               Whence
               they
               shall
               be
               enabled
               to
               protect
            
             
               All
               pious
               men
               from
               
                 the
                 oppressing
                 Sect.
              
               
            
          
           
             
               Nay
               ;
               though
               some
               time
               th'
               Almighty
               God
               permits
               
            
             
               Such
               ravenous
               men
               ,
               in
               their
               oppressing
               fits
               ,
            
             
               To
               do
               even
               what
               they
               list
               against
               his
               Saints
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               he
               seem'd
               to
               slight
               their
               sad
               complaints
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               in
               closs
               Prison
               ,
               
                 fettered
                 ,
                 manacled
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Fast
                 ty'd
                 with
                 cords
                 ,
                 on
                 bread
                 and
                 water
                 fed
                 :
              
            
             
               
                 Sleeping
                 on
                 boards
                 ,
                 and
                 benches
                 at
                 the
                 best
                 ,
              
            
             
               They
               in
               their
               wearied
               bones
               can
               have
               no
               rest
               ;
            
             
               Whilst
               thieves
               ,
               and
               
                 drunkards
                 ,
                 Rogues
              
               and
               murderers
               ,
            
             
               Are
               now
               their
               only
               fellow-prisoners
               ;
            
             
               And
               lodg'd
               in
               the
               same
               room
               with
               them
               ,
               whilst
               none
            
             
               Dare
               pity
               them
               ,
               or
               but
               emit
               a
               groan
            
             
               On
               their
               behalf
               ,
               without
               a
               strong
               suspition
               ,
            
             
               That
               they
               are
               favourers
               of
               
                 their
                 superstition
              
               .
            
             
               Whilst
               choak'd
               with
               breathing
               of
               the
               croud
               ,
               and
               stink
            
             
               Of
               those
               ,
               who
               void
               ,
               and
               those
               ,
               who
               smoak
               ,
               and
               drink
               :
            
             
               Whereall
               the
               day
               is
               spent
               ,
               as
               it
               were
               night
            
             
               In
               a
               perpetual
               flame
               of
               Candle-light
               :
            
             
               Whilst
               their
               sad
               ears
               are
               pestered
               constantly
            
             
               With
               noise
               of
               
                 horrid
                 oaths
                 ,
                 and
                 ribaldry
              
               ,
            
             
               So
               that
               they
               find
               no
               opportunity
            
             
               For
               their
               devotion
               ;
               whilst
               arraign'd
               ,
               condemn'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               the
               hour
               of
               their
               execution
               nam'd
               .
            
             
               So
               that
               ,
               by
               all
               appearance
               ,
               there
               is
               none
            
             
               Can
               think
               ,
               with
               reason
               ,
               but
               these
               men
               are
               gone
               :
            
             
               He
               breaks
               their
               fetters
               ;
               he
               doth
               soon
               unty
            
             
               Their
               cords
               ,
               and
               sets
               them
               all
               at
               liberty
               ,
            
             
               Who
               were
               perhaps
               next
               day
               design'd
               to
               dy
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               by
               all
               these
               afflictions
               his
               intent
               
            
             
               Is
               only
               ,
               in
               great
               love
               ,
               to
               represent
            
             
               To
               these
               good
               men
               ,
               how
               grosly
               they
               have
               err'd
               ,
            
             
               As
               well
               as
               others
               have
               done
               ,
               and
               preferr'd
            
             
               Their
               own
               conceits
               to
               what
               was
               right
               and
               just
               ,
            
             
               And
               have
               not
               in
               his
               mercy
               put
               their
               trust
               .
            
          
           
             
               Hence
               he
               perswades
               them
               quickly
               to
               apply
               
            
             
               Their
               minds
               to
               
                 true
                 ,
                 and
                 solidpiety
              
               ,
            
             
               With
               greater
               zeal
               ,
               then
               they
               did
               formerly
               .
            
             
               By
               these
               afflictions
               he
               doth
               them
               convince
            
             
               Of
               all
               their
               failings
               ,
               their
               escapes
               ,
               and
               sins
               ;
            
             
               And
               makes
               them
               for
               the
               future
               live
               so
               well
               ,
            
             
               As
               they
               no
               more
               sad
               persecution
               feel
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               if
               such
               men
               do
               with
               unfeigned
               heart
               
            
             
               Return
               to
               God
               ;
               all
               blessings
               he
               'll
               impart
            
             
               To
               them
               ,
               their
               dayes
               in
               pleasure
               they
               shall
               spend
               ,
            
             
               Their
               years
               in
               honour
               ,
               joy
               ,
               and
               wealth
               shall
               end
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               But
               if
               they
               don't
               ,
               but
               follow
               foolishly
               
            
             
               The
               sinful
               methods
               of
               hypocrisy
               ,
            
             
               As
               many
               do
               ,
               who
               yet
               would
               be
               esteem'd
            
             
               Great
               saints
               ,
               and
               are
               such
               by
               the
               vulgar
               nam'd
               :
            
             
               Whilst
               in
               their
               hearts
               they
               think
               on
               nothing
               less
               ,
            
             
               But
               entertain
               all
               sort
               of
               wickedness
               ,
            
             
               Which
               they
               imagine
               ,
               may
               promove
               i'
               th
               ▪
               least
               ▪
            
             
               The
               smallest
               part
               of
               their
               own
               interest
               .
            
             
               Then
               shall
               they
               fall
               like
               such
               ,
               then
               shall
               they
               dy
               ,
            
             
               
                 Like
                 all
                 the
                 followers
                 of
                 hypocrisy
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Hypocrisy
               !
               and
               here
               's
               a
               sin
               indeed
               ,
               
            
             
               Which
               in
               Gods
               sight
               doth
               many
               sins
               exceed
               .
            
             
               A
               complex
               sin
               ,
               made
               up
               of
               many
               parts
               ,
            
             
               A
               catalogue
               of
               all
               
                 pernicious
                 Arts
              
               :
            
             
               A
               close
               concealer
               of
               all
               villany
               ,
            
             
               A
               great
               debaucher
               of
               integrity
               :
            
             
               
                 A
                 guilded
              
               sin
               ,
               compos'd
               of
               all
               that
               's
               bad
               ,
            
             
               A
               crying
               sin
               in
               
                 pious
                 masquerade
              
               :
            
             
               A
               
                 couz'ning
                 sin
              
               ,
               a
               sin
               so
               intricat
               ,
            
             
               As
               all
               ,
               save
               God
               ,
               it
               easily
               doth
               cheat
               .
            
             
               A
               sin
               so
               
                 painted
                 ,
                 siz'd
              
               ,
               and
               varnished
               ,
            
             
               With
               
                 pious
                 Oyles
              
               ,
               and
               so
               well
               shaddowed
               ,
            
             
               As
               it
               can
               hardly
               be
               discovered
            
             
               To
               be
               a
               sin
               ,
               by
               any
               mortal
               eye
               .
            
             
               A
               sin
               ,
               that
               seems
               t'
               abhor
               impiety
               ,
            
             
               And
               yet
               doth
               hug
               it
               ;
               
                 such
                 a
                 sin
                 indeed
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 In
                 my
                 opinion
                 doth
                 all
                 sins
                 exceed
                 .
              
            
             
               And
               sure
               I
               know
               ,
               God
               ,
               who
               doth
               falshood
               hate
               ,
            
             
               Above
               all
               others
               doth
               abominate
            
             
               
                 This
                 cunning
                 sin
              
               ;
               and
               thence
               we
               often
               read
            
             
               How
               this
               
                 close
                 sin
              
               God
               has
               discovered
            
             
               By
               his
               great
               art
               .
               For
               as
               we
               dayly
               see
               ,
            
             
               How
               many
               counterfeited
               Coines
               there
               be
               ,
            
             
               By
               worst
               of
               villains
               stamp'd
               ,
               and
               fashioned
               ,
            
             
               Where
               Silver
               is
               so
               cunningly
               allay'd
            
             
               With
               courser
               Mettals
               ,
               as
               they
               will
               endure
            
             
               The
               Touch-stone
               ,
               and
               the
               File
               ,
               and
               seem
               so
               pure
               ,
            
             
               As
               one
               would
               think
               they
               of
               
                 true
                 fineness
              
               were
               ;
            
             
               Yet
               put
               them
               in
               a
               crucible
               ,
               and
               there
            
             
               By
               heat
               of
               Fire
               ,
               the
               cheat
               will
               soon
               appear
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               when
               the
               Hypocrite
               doth
               pleasantly
            
             
               Enjoy
               himself
               in
               great
               tranquility
               ,
            
             
               With
               such
               a
               specious
               ,
               but
               adulterat
               show
            
             
               Of
               piety
               ,
               he
               gulls
               the
               people
               so
               ,
            
             
               As
               in
               his
               
                 Fig-leav'd
                 Coat
                 ,
                 and
                 zealous
                 paint
                 ,
              
            
             
               He
               passes
               current
               for
               an
               upright
               Saint
               .
            
             
               But
               let
               him
               once
               be
               brought
               ,
               as
               others
               are
            
             
               
                 To
                 th'
                 fiery
                 tryal
              
               ,
               then
               he
               doth
               appear
            
             
               To
               be
               the
               person
               that
               he
               is
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               Then
               all
               his
               falshood
               is
               discovered
               ;
            
             
               His
               timerous
               spirit
               soon
               doth
               liquify
               ,
            
             
               His
               soul
               begins
               to
               shrink
               :
               he
               cann't
               apply
            
             
               Himself
               to
               God
               ,
               but
               passes
               stupidly
            
             
               His
               time
               away
               ,
               without
               all
               meditation
               ,
            
             
             
               Or
               thoughts
               of
               Heaven
               ,
               as
               upon
               such
               occasion
            
             
               All
               good
               men
               do
               :
            
             
               But
               hardned
               in
               his
               sins
               ,
               and
               knowing
               well
            
             
               How
               much
               his
               former
               actions
               merit
               Hell
               :
            
             
               He
               thinks
               that
               now
               't
               is
               hardly
               worth
               his
               pain
            
             
               T'
               apply
               to
               God
               for
               mercy
               ,
               or
               complain
            
             
               To
               him
               ,
               whom
               he
               has
               so
               much
               irritate
               ;
            
             
               But
               as
               contented
               with
               his
               present
               state
               ,
            
             
               
                 Takes
                 of
                 his
                 Masque
                 ,
                 and
                 acts
                 now
                 openly
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 What
                 he
                 before
                 perform'd
                 more
                 cautiously
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Then
               he
               lets
               loose
               the
               reins
               of
               inclinations
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               runs
               like
               mad
               man
               into
               all
               temptations
               ;
            
             
               Then
               as
               in
               youthful
               veins
               ,
               his
               blood
               doth
               rage
               ,
            
             
               And
               he
               must
               find
               out
               pleasures
               to
               asswage
            
             
               The
               horrid
               torment
               of
               his
               melancholly
               ;
            
             
               And
               so
               expends
               some
               years
               in
               sin
               ,
               and
               folly
               .
            
             
               For
               that
               so
               rude
               ,
               disordered
               fermentation
               ,
            
             
               O'
               th'
               mass
               of
               Blood
               ,
               doth
               quickly
               give
               occasion
            
             
               To
               sharp
               Diseases
               ,
               which
               do
               warmly
               fall
            
             
               Upon
               his
               body
               ;
               and
               e're
               he
               can
               call
            
             
               To
               God
               ,
               for
               mercy
               ,
               without
               more
               delay
            
             
               Do
               hurry
               him
               ,
               and
               all
               his
               sins
               away
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               then
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               we
               see
               
                 Afflictions
                 are
              
               
            
             
               
                 Most
                 necessary
              
               ,
               and
               we
               must
               prepare
            
             
               Our selves
               for
               
                 Tryals
                 ,
                 and
                 severe
                 Temptations
              
               ,
            
             
               (
               As
               thou
               dost
               now
               endure
               )
               at
               all
               occasions
               :
            
             
               Because
               by
               these
               ,
               our
               God
               is
               us'd
               to
               try
            
             
               
                 The
                 difference
                 betwixt
                 true
                 Piety
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 base
                 sophisticate
                 Hypocrisy
              
               .
            
             
               For
               ,
               as
               the
               best
               of
               Grain
               is
               pestered
            
             
               With
               the
               foul
               mixture
               of
               some
               
                 specious
                 Weed
              
               ,
            
             
               Which
               growing
               up
               in
               the
               same
               Field
               with
               it
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               the
               good
               Grain
               so
               slily
               counterfeit
               ;
            
             
               As
               while
               cut
               down
               ,
               thresh'd
               out
               ,
               and
               winnowed
               ,
            
             
               The
               
                 false
                 Grain
              
               cannot
               be
               discovered
               .
            
             
               So
               in
               
                 the
                 Summer
                 of
                 Prosperity
              
            
             
               When
               true
               Religion
               ,
               and
               Hypocrisy
            
             
               Appear
               to
               grow
               up
               in
               one
               Field
               together
               ,
            
             
               'T
               is
               hard
               for
               Mortals
               to
               distinguish
               either
               ;
            
             
               But
               in
               the
               
                 Harvest
                 of
                 Adversity
              
               ,
            
             
               When
               cut
               down
               ,
               thresh'd
               ,
               and
               winnowed
               ,
               by
               ,
               and
               by
            
             
               We
               can
               distinguish
               what
               is
               bad
               ,
               what
               's
               good
               ,
            
             
               And
               Hypocrites
               are
               quickly
               understood
            
             
               In
               time
               of
               Trouble
               :
               then
               indeed
               ,
               as
               Wheat
            
             
               Is
               from
               the
               Chaff
               ,
               by
               winnowing
               separate
               :
            
             
               So
               Hypocrites
               are
               all
               discovered
               ,
            
             
               And
               from
               just
               ,
               pious
               men
               distinguished
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               those
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               who
               are
               in
               heart
               sincere
               ,
            
             
               Though
               their
               
                 ingrain'd
                 Afflictions
              
               appear
            
             
               To
               be
               o'
               th'
               deepest
               dy
               ,
               and
               do
               endure
               ,
            
             
               For
               a
               long
               time
               ;
               yet
               God
               at
               length
               will
               sure
            
             
               Deliver
               them
               out
               of
               them
               all
               ,
               and
               show
            
             
               That
               neither
               to
               themselves
               ,
               nor
               friends
               they
               owe
            
             
               Such
               great
               deliverance
               ,
               but
               to
               him
               alone
               ,
            
             
             
               Who
               's
               their
               Redeemer
               ;
               and
               forsaketh
               none
            
             
               In
               their
               Afflictions
               ,
               who
               upon
               him
               call
               ,
            
             
               But
               hears
               them
               ,
               and
               at
               length
               doth
               grant
               them
               all
            
             
               Their
               hearts
               can
               wish
               ;
               and
               doth
               instruct
               them
               too
            
             
               What
               for
               the
               future
               such
               good
               men
               should
               do
            
             
               T'
               evite
               such
               Troubles
               .
            
          
           
             
               Even
               so
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               if
               thou
               hadst
               put
               thy
               trust
               
            
             
               In
               his
               great
               Name
               ,
               and
               not
               ha'
               been
               unjust
            
             
               In
               thy
               Complaints
               ;
               he
               had
               reliev'd
               thee
               too
               ,
            
             
               Out
               of
               thy
               sad
               Afflictions
               ,
               long
               ere
               now
               ,
            
             
               Before
               this
               time
               he
               had
               thee
               liberate
            
             
               From
               these
               sad
               pains
               ,
               and
               ,
               without
               all
               debate
               .
            
             
               Restor'd
               thee
               fully
               to
               thy
               former
               state
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               thou
               in
               thy
               Afflictions
               hast
               rav'd
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               hast
               so
               very
               foolishly
               behav'd
               ,
            
             
               Th'
               hast
               so
               provok'd
               him
               ,
               as
               it
               would
               appear
               ,
            
             
               '
               Had
               left
               thee
               in
               
                 a
                 Labyrinth
                 of
                 fear
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               thy
               restitution
               took
               no
               care
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               now
               that
               I
               thy
               Case
               have
               opened
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               shown'n
               thee
               ,
               why
               thou
               art
               so
               punished
               ;
            
             
               In
               the
               next
               place
               ,
               I
               must
               give
               thee
               advice
            
             
               Not
               to
               esteem
               thy self
               too
               just
               ,
               and
               wise
               ;
            
             
               Nor
               think
               that
               God
               has
               done
               thee
               injury
               ,
            
             
               By
               plunging
               thee
               in
               so
               much
               misery
               ,
            
             
               
                 When
                 all
                 th'
                 hast
                 suffered
                 must
                 be
                 understood
              
            
             
               
                 T'
                 have
                 been
                 intended
                 meerly
                 for
                 thy
                 good
                 .
              
            
             
               But
               ,
               with
               great
               calmness
               ,
               humbly
               meditate
            
             
               On
               th'
               circumstances
               of
               thy
               present
               state
               :
            
             
               Confess
               thy
               Errors
               ,
               seriously
               implore
            
             
               His
               pardon
               ,
               and
               resolve
               to
               do
               no
               more
               ,
            
             
               As
               thou
               hast
               done
               :
               lest
               ,
               in
               his
               burning
               wrath
            
             
               He
               prosecute
               thee
               closely
               to
               thy
               death
               :
            
             
               And
               then
               no
               offers
               of
               
                 some
                 thousand
                 Prayers
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Largitions
                 ,
                 Fastings
                 ,
                 Pennances
                 ,
                 and
                 Tears
              
            
             
               Can
               ransom
               thee
               ,
               for
               thou
               must
               quickly
               die
            
             
               Without
               Repentance
               ,
               and
               for
               ever
               ly
            
             
               
                 In
                 the
                 dark
                 Prison
                 of
                 Eternity
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Assure
               thy self
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               this
               is
               thy
               Case
               ,
               
            
             
               If
               thou
               repent
               not
               quickly
               ,
               this
               alace
            
             
               Will
               be
               thy
               
                 final
                 Sentence
              
               ;
               this
               
                 thy
                 Doom
              
               ,
            
             
               Which
               thou
               must
               suffer
               in
               all
               time
               to
               come
               .
            
             
               And
               of
               this
               Sentence
               no
               Reprival
               can
            
             
               Be
               purchas'd
               by
               the
               Art
               ,
               or
               Wit
               of
               Man
               :
            
             
               Nor
               Gold
               ,
               nor
               Friendship
               ,
               nor
               all
               Artifices
            
             
               Of
               Humane
               Labour
               :
               nor
               the
               close
               devices
               ,
            
             
               Of
               cunning
               Interceeders
               can
               delay
            
             
               The
               Execution
               ,
               but
               for
               half
               a
               day
            
             
               Of
               this
               same
               Sentence
               :
               for
               be
               confident
            
             
               With
               Gifts
               thou
               canst
               not
               bribe
               th'
               Omnipotent
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               O
               me
               thinks
               I
               hear
               thee
               say
               ,
               if
               Death
               
            
             
               Be
               all
               that
               I
               must
               suffer
               in
               his
               Wrath
               :
            
             
               Why
               let
               him
               kill
               me
               ,
               I
               am
               well
               content
               ,
            
             
               And
               shall
               esteem
               Death
               a
               kind
               Punishment
               :
            
             
               For
               I
               am
               wearied
               of
               my
               Life
               ,
               and
               know
            
             
             
               I
               never
               shall
               have
               rest
               until
               I
               go
            
             
               Down
               to
               the
               Grave
               .
               Why
               here
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               again
            
             
               Is
               a
               gross
               error
               ,
               and
               I
               must
               complain
            
             
               Of
               thy
               so
               frequent
               wishing
               thou
               mightst
               die
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               Grave
               enjoy
               tranquillitie
               .
            
             
               For
               though
               Death
               be
               a
               thing
               I
               must
               confess
               ,
            
             
               Which
               we
               ought
               all
               to
               meet
               with
               cheerfulness
               :
            
             
               
                 And
                 every
                 man
                 ,
                 who
                 doth
                 th'
                 Almighty
                 fear
              
            
             
               
                 Should
                 surely
                 ,
                 at
                 all
                 times
                 himself
                 prepare
              
            
             
               
                 To
                 welcome
                 Death
                 ,
                 yet
                 thus
                 before
                 the
                 time
              
            
             
               
                 Design'd
                 by
                 God
                 ,
                 to
                 wish
                 it
                 is
                 ,
                 is
                 a
                 crime
                 .
              
            
             
               And
               is
               ,
               as
               if
               one
               in
               a
               raging
               fit
               ,
            
             
               Should
               head-long
               throw
               himself
               into
               a
               Pit.
            
             
               We
               must
               not
               wish
               for
               death
               ,
               nor
               foolishly
            
             
               When
               winds
               of
               troubles
               blow
               ,
               desire
               to
               dye
               :
            
             
               No
               ,
               we
               must
               leave
               the
               rules
               of
               life
               and
               death
            
             
               To
               God
               alone
               ,
               and
               whilst
               he
               gives
               us
               breath
               ,
            
             
               We
               ought
               to
               live
               content
               with
               every
               state
               ,
            
             
               Which
               he
               is
               pleas'd
               for
               us
               to
               allocate
               ,
            
             
               From
               time
               to
               time
               ,
               and
               when
               he
               thinks
               it
               fit
            
             
               That
               we
               should
               die
               :
               why
               let
               us
               then
               submit
            
             
               All
               our
               concerns
               ,
               with
               patience
               to
               the
               blow
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 not
                 down
                 to
                 the
                 grave
                 in
                 anger
                 go
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 As
                 if
                 wee
                 'd
                 die
                 whether
                 he
                 would
                 or
                 no.
                 
              
            
          
           
             
               Take
               heed
               then
               pray
               ,
               lest
               through
               impatience
               
            
             
               Of
               thy
               afflictions
               thou
               give
               God
               offence
               .
            
             
               For
               men
               should
               rather
               choose
               to
               undergo
            
             
               Even
               the
               extremity
               of
               pain
               ,
               and
               wo
               ,
            
             
               Then
               by
               complaining
               ,
               in
               some
               sullen
               fit
               ,
            
             
               (
               As
               thou
               alace
               hast
               often
               done
               )
               commit
            
             
               The
               least
               of
               sin
               .
               Nay
               if
               thou
               dost
               expect
            
             
               That
               such
               complaints
               as
               these
               at
               length
               may
               break
            
             
               The
               stream
               of
               thy
               afflictions
               ,
               and
               so
            
             
               Thou
               through
               the
               River
               of
               thy
               woes
               may'st
               go
            
             
               With
               ease
               ,
               and
               safety
               ,
               and
               be
               thence
               reliev'd
            
             
               From
               misery
               ,
               trust
               me
               ,
               thou
               art
               deceiv'd
               .
            
             
               For
               ,
               as
               young
               Children
               vex't
               
                 with
                 their
                 disease
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 Itch
              
               ,
               by
               scratching
               think
               to
               find
               some
               ease
               ,
            
             
               But
               after
               they
               have
               scratch'd
               their
               skin
               to
               pieces
               ,
            
             
               In
               stead
               of
               finding
               ease
               ,
               their
               pain
               encreases
               .
            
             
               So
               thou
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               by
               such
               complaints
               as
               these
               ,
            
             
               May'st
               well
               augment
               the
               force
               of
               thy
               disease
               ,
            
             
               But
               thou
               canst
               not
               allay
               it
               ;
               trust
               me
               then
               ,
            
             
               'T
               is
               a
               great
               folly
               for
               thee
               to
               complain
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               what
               's
               complaining
               else
               ,
               but
               quarrelling
               
            
             
               Of
               Gods
               procedure
               ?
               What
               but
               murmuring
            
             
               Against
               his
               justice
               ?
               What
               but
               ignorance
            
             
               Of
               what
               God
               is
               ,
               and
               foolish
               arrogance
               ,
            
             
               Which
               thence
               proceeds
               ?
               allow
               me
               then
               again
               ,
            
             
               Allow
               me
               ,
               pray
               ,
               a
               little
               to
               explain
            
             
               
                 The
                 Power
                 ,
                 Dominion
                 ,
                 Wisdom
                 ,
                 Majesty
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 Equity
                 of
                 him
                 ,
                 who
                 sits
                 on
                 high
                 :
              
            
             
               All
               which
               I
               do
               intend
               to
               evidence
            
             
               Even
               from
               
                 the
                 common
                 works
                 of
                 Providence
              
               ;
            
             
             
               That
               I
               may
               show
               thee
               all
               thy
               weaknesses
               ,
            
             
               For
               ,
               hadst
               thou
               understood
               such
               things
               as
               these
               ,
            
             
               Which
               are
               so
               obvious
               ,
               and
               at
               all
               occasions
               ,
            
             
               Afford
               us
               subject
               of
               high
               Contemplations
               :
            
             
               Under
               thy
               Tryal
               thou
               hadst
               not
               behav'd
            
             
               So
               sinfully
               ,
               th'
               hadst
               not
               so
               madly
               rav'd
            
             
               In
               thy
               expressions
               ,
               nor
               ,
               with
               so
               much
               spleen
               ,
            
             
               Quarrell'd
               thy
               Maker
               ,
               over
               ,
               and
               again
               .
            
          
           
             
               Know
               then
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               whatever
               be
               our
               state
               ,
            
             
               We
               must
               not
               quarrel
               God
               at
               any
               rate
               :
            
             
               Or
               ,
               if
               we
               do
               ,
               we
               'll
               find
               our
               labour
               vain
            
             
               And
               we
               had
               better
               suffer
               ,
               then
               complain
               .
            
             
               For
               as
               he
               is
               himself
               exalted
               far
            
             
               Above
               all
               Powers
               ,
               that
               e're
               created
               were
               :
            
             
               So
               whom
               he
               pleases
               ,
               he
               doth
               quickly
               raise
               ,
            
             
               And
               others
               he
               as
               quickly
               doth
               debase
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               thinks
               fit
               :
               in
               all
               which
               he
               's
               so
               wise
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               from
               none
               on
               Earth
               doth
               need
               advice
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               as
               his
               Supream
               Power
               doth
               not
               allow
               
            
             
               That
               any
               man
               should
               teach
               him
               what
               to
               do
               ,
            
             
               So
               we
               to
               what
               he
               does
               should
               all
               submit
               ,
            
             
               
                 For
                 he
                 will
                 do
                 whatever
                 he
                 thinks
                 fit
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Remember
               then
               he
               is
               thy
               God
               ,
               and
               know
               
            
             
               How
               much
               the
               whole
               Creation
               doth
               show
            
             
               His
               Power
               ,
               and
               Glory
               :
               for
               by
               what
               we
               see
            
             
               In
               all
               his
               works
               ,
               we
               know
               that
               none
               but
               he
            
             
               Doth
               rule
               the
               World
               ,
               and
               by
               computation
               ,
            
             
               Of
               what
               we
               do
               admire
               in
               the
               Creation
               ,
            
             
               We
               may
               attempt
               to
               take
               
                 his
                 elevation
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               even
               from
               these
               common
               Phoenomena
               
            
             
               Some
               little
               Maps
               we
               may
               with
               safety
               draw
               ,
            
             
               Of
               the
               vast
               Region
               of
               his
               Providence
               ,
            
             
               And
               through
               the
               very
               Microscope
               of
               sense
            
             
               Perceive
               so
               much
               ,
               as
               we
               may
               learn
               from
               thence
            
             
               How
               great
               he
               is
               .
               —
               —
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               after
               all
               ,
               the
               
                 best
                 of
                 us
              
               I
               doubt
               ,
               
            
             
               Cannot
               with
               all
               his
               curious
               Wit
               ,
               find
               out
            
             
               His
               true
               Perfection
               ,
               which
               no
               Mortal
               sure
            
             
               Can
               further
               see
               ,
               then
               in
               
                 the
                 Miniature
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 his
                 external
                 works
              
               :
               for
               he
               is
               great
            
             
               Beyond
               what
               all
               our
               Art
               can
               calculate
               .
            
             
               He
               govern'd
               all
               ,
               before
               what
               now
               we
               see
               ,
            
             
               Appear'd
               to
               us
               :
               't
               was
               God
               ,
               't
               was
               only
               he
               ,
            
             
               That
               rul'd
               all
               
                 before
                 Infant
                 Time
                 did
                 fly
              
            
             
               
                 Out
                 of
                 the
                 belly
                 of
                 Eternity
                 :
              
            
             
               To
               which
               (
               though
               we
               on
               Earth
               would
               fain
               restrain
            
             
               Its
               rapide
               flight
               )
               it
               hastes
               ,
               with
               speed
               again
               .
            
             
               Before
               it
               in
               the
               World
               set
               up
               a
               Shop
               ,
            
             
               And
               sold
               
                 that
                 necessary
                 Toy
              
               call'd
               Hope
               ,
            
             
               Which
               every
               day
               we
               buy
               at
               any
               rate
               ,
            
             
               The
               
                 Pedling
                 Churle
              
               is
               pleas'd
               to
               estimate
               ,
            
             
               Before
               this
               Time
               appear'd
               ,
               e're
               it
               was
               known
               ,
            
             
               He
               ordered
               all
               things
               from
               his
               heavenly
               Throne
               ,
            
             
               And
               will
               so
               do
               ,
               
                 when
                 Time
                 is
                 broke
                 ,
                 and
                 gone
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               Let
               none
               attempt
               then
               by
               Philosophy
               ,
            
             
               T'unriddle
               
                 this
                 great
                 divine
                 mystery
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 Providence
              
               :
               but
               rest
               content
               with
               what
            
             
               May
               with
               their
               reason
               be
               proportionat
               :
            
             
               For
               even
               the
               knowledge
               of
               those
               common
               things
               ,
            
             
               Which
               we
               by
               art
               can
               fathom
               ,
               surely
               brings
            
             
               No
               little
               satisfaction
               to
               our
               mind
               :
            
             
               For
               as
               in
               
                 Copper
                 Ore
              
               we
               sometimes
               find
            
             
               Some
               
                 grains
                 of
                 Gold
              
               ly
               hidden
               in
               the
               Vein
               :
            
             
               So
               ,
               without
               doubt
               ,
               Gods
               
                 outward
                 works
                 contain
              
            
             
               
                 Some
                 scattered
                 grains
                 of
                 his
                 Excellency
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Perceptible
                 by
                 a
                 just
                 ,
                 serious
                 eye
                 .
              
            
             
               Though
               ,
               after
               all
               ,
               the
               knowledge
               we
               attain
            
             
               By
               all
               these
               outward
               signs
               do
               not
               explain
            
             
               What
               God
               is
               fully
               ,
               no
               ,
               that
               is
               indeed
            
             
               A
               knowledge
               ,
               which
               doth
               all
               our
               art
               exceed
               .
            
             
               
                 For
                 God's
                 a
                 thing
                 incomprehensible
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Infinit
                 ,
                 boundless
                 ,
                 and
                 invisible
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 by
                 no
                 rules
                 of
                 art
                 definible
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Then
               let
               us
               view
               the
               Heavens
               ,
               and
               see
               what
               there
               ,
               
            
             
               Doth
               worth
               our
               admiration
               appear
               :
            
             
               And
               first
               we
               may
               discern
               with
               little
               pain
               ,
            
             
               Even
               in
               
                 that
                 small
                 phenomenon
                 of
                 rain
              
               ,
            
             
               No
               small
               appearance
               ,
               no
               small
               demonstration
               ,
            
             
               O'
               th
               God
               of
               Natures
               powerful
               operation
               ,
            
             
               In
               ord'ring
               on
               't
               :
               for
               he
               commands
               the
               Sun
               ,
            
             
               As
               in
               his
               dayly
               progress
               he
               doth
               run
               ,
            
             
               About
               the
               Earth
               ,
               to
               suck
               up
               here
               ,
               and
               there
            
             
               What
               vapours
               moist
               ,
               and
               unctuous
               do
               appear
            
             
               Upon
               its
               surface
               ,
               which
               he
               gathereth
            
             
               In
               several
               Clouds
               ,
               and
               these
               distributeth
            
             
               In
               all
               the
               quarters
               of
               the
               spacious
               Air
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               out
               o'
               th'
               vapours
               he
               doth
               rain
               prepare
               .
            
             
               That
               finish'd
               ,
               and
               those
               clouds
               all
               mustered
            
             
               Before
               him
               ,
               ready
               ,
               if
               so
               ordered
               ,
            
             
               With
               their
               whole
               force
               upon
               the
               Earth
               to
               fall
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               a
               general
               Deluge
               drown
               us
               all
               .
            
             
               As
               once
               they
               did
               loos'd
               by
               his
               mighty
               hand
               ,
            
             
               And
               would
               do
               yet
               ,
               if
               he
               should
               so
               command
               :
            
             
               He
               kindly
               doth
               their
               violence
               restrain
               ,
            
             
               And
               makes
               them
               only
               squirt
               themselves
               in
               rain
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               ,
               that
               ,
               as
               through
               a
               Seive
               ,
               in
               little
               drops
               ,
               
            
             
               Those
               waters
               now
               do
               fall
               ,
               and
               feed
               the
               hopes
            
             
               O'
               th'
               Labourer
               ,
               when
               he
               perceives
               his
               Grain
            
             
               Spread
               out
               its
               ears
               ,
               by
               th'
               influence
               of
               rain
               :
            
             
               
                 And
                 every
                 drop
                 ,
                 which
                 on
                 the
                 Earth
                 doth
                 fall
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 In
                 its
                 due
                 season
                 prove
                 spermatical
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               But
               O
               ,
               what
               art
               ,
               what
               language
               can
               declare
               
            
             
               The
               motions
               of
               these
               Clouds
               ,
               whilst
               here
               ,
               and
               there
            
             
               In
               troops
               they
               ramble
               ,
               and
               to
               us
               appear
            
             
               T'
               observe
               no
               order
               ;
               but
               so
               scattering
            
             
               Themselves
               ,
               as
               if
               they
               went
               a
               forraging
               ,
            
             
               Through
               all
               the
               spacious
               Sky
               ,
               would
               make
               us
               stand
            
             
               Amaz'd
               ,
               if
               so
               we
               did
               not
               understand
            
             
             
               Th'
               Almighty
               is
               their
               
                 Captain
                 General
              
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               commands
               in
               chief
               ,
               and
               gives
               out
               all
            
             
               The
               orders
               for
               these
               motions
               ,
               so
               that
               we
            
             
               Even
               in
               those
               ramblings
               do
               his
               glory
               see
               .
            
             
               For
               when
               by
               their
               great
               Master
               ordered
               ,
            
             
               I'
               th'
               twinkling
               of
               an
               eye
               ,
               they
               'll
               over
               spread
            
             
               The
               face
               of
               Heav'ns
               ,
               and
               make
               all
               darkness
               there
               ,
            
             
               Where
               late
               the
               Sun
               most
               brightly
               did
               appear
               ▪
            
             
               There
               in
               Battalia
               for
               some
               time
               they
               stand
               ,
            
             
               Expecting
               further
               orders
               ;
               when
               at
               hand
            
             
               
                 Another
                 Body
                 of
                 hot
                 Clouds
              
               he
               makes
            
             
               Fall
               on
               that
               Host
               ,
               which
               ,
               with
               great
               fury
               breaks
            
             
               That
               
                 mighty
                 Squadron
              
               ,
               yet
               it
               doth
               not
               yeeld
            
             
               At
               first
               ,
               nor
               in
               disorder
               quit
               the
               Field
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               the
               others
               fury
               ,
               but
               doth
               make
            
             
               A
               strong
               resistance
               to
               
                 their
                 fierce
                 attaque
              
               :
            
             
               Long
               time
               they
               fight
               ,
               whilst
               we
               with
               fear
               and
               wonder
               ,
            
             
               Expect
               they
               'll
               tear
               the
               Universe
               assunder
               :
            
             
               For
               Lightnings
               in
               small
               Parties
               furiously
            
             
               Burst
               through
               the
               thickest
               Clouds
               ,
               and
               in
               the
               Sky
            
             
               Make
               a
               
                 strange
                 Figure
              
               ,
               and
               not
               only
               there
               ,
            
             
               But
               ev'n
               on
               Earth
               their
               fury
               doth
               appear
               ,
            
             
               When
               now
               and
               then
               beasts
               ,
               buildings
               ,
               men
               ,
               what
               not
            
             
               Are
               burnt
               ,
               and
               wounded
               by
               their
               
                 randome
                 shot
              
               .
            
             
               Nay
               Fishes
               in
               the
               Sea
               ,
               when
               they
               do
               hear
            
             
               Such
               rumbling
               in
               the
               Firmament
               ,
               do
               fear
            
             
               
                 A
                 general
                 Conflagration
              
               ,
               and
               run
            
             
               Down
               to
               the
               bottom
               of
               the
               Seas
               ,
               to
               shun
            
             
               The
               fury
               of
               those
               Combatants
               :
               but
               there
            
             
               They
               hardly
               safety
               find
               ,
               for
               every
               where
            
             
               Those
               Warring
               Clouds
               do
               make
               a
               mighty
               sound
               ,
            
             
               And
               fright
               all
               both
               above
               ,
               and
               under
               ground
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               after
               all
               ,
               when
               we
               do
               still
               expect
               
            
             
               Those
               Clouds
               of
               Water
               will
               in
               pieces
               break
               ,
            
             
               By
               this
               so
               strong
               collision
               ;
               when
               we
            
             
               Confounded
               quite
               ,
               by
               what
               we
               hear
               and
               see
               ,
            
             
               Do
               think
               those
               Clouds
               will
               let
               their
               Liquor
               out
               ,
            
             
               Not
               as
               through
               Sieve
               ,
               but
               as
               through
               Water-spout
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               great
               horrour
               ,
               and
               sad
               consternation
               ,
            
             
               Expect
               
                 a
                 full
                 and
                 general
                 inundation
              
               ;
            
             
               Why
               then
               we
               see
               how
               gracious
               Providence
            
             
               Doth
               order
               ,
               that
               for
               our
               convenience
               ,
            
             
               Which
               we
               suspected
               had
               been
               ordered
            
             
               For
               our
               destruction
               ;
               and
               imagined
            
             
               VVe
               were
               all
               lost
               ▪
               —
            
             
               For
               when
               those
               Warriours
               have
               their
               fury
               spent
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               their
               mutual
               force
               ,
               each
               other
               rent
               :
            
             
               The
               event
               of
               this
               Battel
               doth
               produce
            
             
               No
               more
               ,
               than
               what
               is
               proper
               for
               the
               use
            
             
               Of
               every
               thing
               that
               lives
               :
               for
               by
               and
               by
            
             
               Those
               Clouds
               do
               only
               drop
               ,
               as
               formerly
               ,
            
             
               In
               showres
               of
               Rain
               ;
               as
               they
               're
               accustomed
               ,
            
             
               By
               which
               the
               earth
               is
               kindly
               moistened
               ;
            
             
               Rewarding
               all
               the
               labourers
               toyl
               and
               sweat
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               by
               fair
               Harvest
               ,
               doth
               afford
               us
               meat
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               if
               at
               any
               time
               to
               evidence
               
            
             
               The
               vast
               extent
               o'
               th'
               power
               of
               Providence
               ,
            
             
               He
               should
               command
               the
               Sun
               to
               hide
               his
               face
               ,
            
             
               (
               Which
               so
               much
               of
               his
               glory
               doth
               express
               )
            
             
               And
               gathering
               in
               his
               scattered
               rayes
               to
               shroud
            
             
               Himself
               within
               
                 the
                 mantle
                 of
                 a
                 cloud
              
               :
            
             
               Why
               he
               's
               obey'd
               :
               and
               we
               ,
               for
               many
               dayes
               ,
            
             
               Condole
               the
               absence
               of
               those
               glorious
               rayes
               :
            
             
               Whilst
               
                 Clouds
                 ,
                 Foggs
                 ,
                 Rain
              
               ,
               are
               th'
               only
               things
               which
               now
            
             
               We
               see
               about
               us
               ,
               and
               with
               much
               ado
            
             
               Deprived
               of
               that
               comfortable
               light
            
             
               We
               faintly
               do
               distinguish
               day
               from
               night
               .
            
             
               Yet
               must
               we
               not
               despair
               ,
               but
               still
               expect
            
             
               That
               when
               our
               God
               thinks
               fit
               ,
               the
               Sun
               will
               take
            
             
               That
               covering
               from
               his
               face
               ,
               and
               by
               and
               by
            
             
               Appear
               as
               bright
               ,
               as
               he
               did
               formerly
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               now
               again
               I
               must
               with
               no
               small
               wonder
               ,
               
            
             
               Speak
               of
               
                 this
                 great
                 Phoenomenon
                 of
                 Thunder
              
               ,
            
             
               This
               dreadful
               subject
               ,
               
                 this
                 stupendious
                 thing
              
               ,
            
             
               That
               only
               should
               attend
               so
               great
               a
               King
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               its
               
                 high
                 ,
                 commanding
                 Dialect
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 The
                 pomp
                 and
                 grandeur
                 of
                 its
                 Master
                 speak
                 .
              
            
             
               A
               thing
               ,
               whose
               horrid
               noise
               doth
               so
               confound
            
             
               The
               race
               of
               Creatures
               all
               the
               world
               around
               ,
            
             
               That
               those
               ,
               that
               live
               on
               Earth
               ,
               in
               Sea
               ,
               and
               Air
               ,
            
             
               At
               noise
               of
               Thunder
               ,
               tremble
               all
               for
               fear
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Cap.
             XXXVII
             .
          
           
             
               AT
               this
               I
               also
               quake
               ,
               my
               heart
               doth
               beat
               ,
               
            
             
               Frighted
               almost
               out
               of
               its
               proper
               seat
               :
            
             
               For
               when
               on
               this
               great
               work
               of
               God
               I
               think
               ,
            
             
               The
               very
               name
               of
               Thunder
               makes
               me
               shrink
               .
            
          
           
             
               Heark
               how
               th'
               Almighty
               doth
               his
               speech
               direct
               
            
             
               To
               us
               in
               
                 this
                 same
                 thundring
                 Dialect
              
               :
            
             
               Heark
               —
               even
               at
               this
               time
               ,
               whilst
               I
               yet
               do
               speak
               :
            
             
               Heark
               —
               how
               the
               noise
               increases
               more
               and
               more
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               all
               
                 Heav'ns
                 great
                 Artilery
              
               do
               roar
               :
            
             
               Heark
               how
               his
               words
               do
               sound
               from
               North
               to
               South
               ,
            
             
               In
               flames
               ,
               and
               lightning
               issuing
               from
               his
               mouth
               .
            
          
           
             
               All
               under
               Heav'ns
               do
               hear
               them
               ,
               and
               adm
               
            
             
               The
               voice
               of
               God
               amidst
               
                 those
                 clouds
                 of
                 fire
              
               :
            
             
               Not
               that
               this
               Thunder
               is
               of
               such
               extent
               ,
            
             
               As
               all
               that
               breath
               below
               the
               Firmament
               ,
            
             
               Hear
               it
               at
               once
               ,
               as
               if
               't
               were
               general
               ;
            
             
               No
               ,
               at
               one
               time
               he
               doth
               not
               speak
               to
               all
               ;
            
             
               But
               to
               what
               ever
               people
               he
               would
               speak
               ,
            
             
               Thither
               assoon
               he
               doth
               himself
               direct
            
             
               In
               
                 this
                 same
                 dreadful
                 language
              
               ,
               for
               he
               will
            
             
             
               Be
               heard
               by
               all
               :
               yes
               ,
               he
               will
               thunder
               still
               ,
            
             
               Until
               the
               deafest
               ,
               and
               most
               hardned
               ear
            
             
               Do
               all
               the
               words
               of
               that
               loud
               message
               hear
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               first
               ,
               before
               we
               hear
               
                 this
                 dreadful
                 voice
              
               ,
               
            
             
               Before
               our
               ●lower
               sense
               can
               hear
               the
               noise
               ,
            
             
               
                 Which
                 ,
                 when
                 the
                 mighty
                 Prince
                 of
                 Princes
                 speaks
              
            
             
               
                 Amidst
                 that
                 heap
                 of
                 ratling
                 Clouds
                 ,
                 he
                 makes
              
               ;
            
             
               We
               see
               some
               Troops
               of
               Avant-Curiors
               fly
            
             
               Hither
               ,
               and
               thither
               ,
               lightly
               through
               the
               Sky
               ,
            
             
               Known
               by
               the
               name
               of
               Lightnings
               ,
               these
               appear
            
             
               Only
               to
               show
               to
               mankind
               ,
               as
               it
               were
               ,
            
             
               That
               the
               Almighty
               doth
               himself
               draw
               near
               .
            
             
               Not
               ,
               but
               that
               first
               ,
               with
               reason
               we
               suppose
            
             
               The
               
                 watry
                 Clouds
              
               ,
               through
               whose
               Battalions
               those
            
             
               Have
               made
               their
               way
               by
               force
               ,
               are
               wholly
               broke
               ,
            
             
               Not
               able
               to
               sustain
               the
               furious
               shock
            
             
               O'
               th'
               
                 fiery
                 Clouds
              
               ,
               by
               which
               the
               noise
               is
               made
               ,
            
             
               But
               that
               by
               th'
               eye
               these
               are
               discovered
               ,
            
             
               Before
               the
               duller
               ,
               
                 counterwinding
                 ear
              
            
             
               The
               noise
               in
               its
               perfection
               can
               hear
               .
            
             
               For
               the
               
                 light
                 lightning
              
               in
               an
               instant
               flyes
            
             
               Through
               th'
               Air
               ,
               and
               soon
               appears
               before
               our
               eyes
               ;
            
             
               Whilst
               th'
               heavier
               sound
               a
               slower
               march
               doth
               make
               ,
            
             
               And
               through
               the
               Azure
               by
               degrees
               doth
               break
               ;
            
             
               But
               in
               a
               little
               ,
               after
               these
               appear
               ;
            
             
               Then
               a
               most
               
                 sense-confounding
                 voice
              
               we
               hear
               :
            
             
               
                 A
                 voice
                 of
                 power
                 ,
                 a
                 voice
                 of
                 excellence
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 voice
                 of
                 glory
                 ,
                 and
                 preeminence
              
            
             
               
                 Above
                 all
                 voices
                 :
                 a
                 stupendious
                 noise
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 most
                 majestick
                 ,
                 and
                 commanding
                 voice
                 .
              
            
             
               Nay
               ,
               after
               in
               the
               Thunder
               he
               doth
               speak
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               still
               these
               Lightnings
               light
               incursions
               make
               ,
            
             
               Even
               to
               our
               very
               Gates
               ,
               yea
               furiously
            
             
               In
               at
               our
               
                 doors
                 and
                 windows
              
               they
               do
               fly
               .
            
             
               As
               if
               ,
               whilst
               
                 the
                 main
                 body
              
               of
               this
               Thunder
            
             
               Encamp'd
               aloft
               ,
               t'
               augment
               our
               fear
               ,
               and
               wonder
               ,
            
             
               
                 These
                 forragers
                 were
                 sent
                 to
                 kill
                 ,
                 and
                 plunder
                 .
              
            
             
               For
               these
               Pickeerers
               ,
               firing
               here
               and
               there
               ,
            
             
               Do
               with
               their
               
                 small
                 Shot
              
               raise
               no
               little
               fear
               ,
            
             
               Killing
               ,
               or
               making
               of
               such
               
                 subtile
                 wounds
              
               ,
            
             
               As
               even
               their
               sight
               the
               Surgeons
               skill
               confounds
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               by
               a
               Thunder-bolt
               ,
               the
               bones
               within
            
             
               Are
               broke
               to
               pieces
               ,
               and
               th'
               outward
               skin
            
             
               Untouch'd
               :
               nay
               sometimes
               
                 these
                 adventurers
              
               will
            
             
               Perform
               some
               other
               pranks
               ,
               to
               show
               their
               skill
            
             
               In
               shooting
               ,
               even
               on
               things
               inanimate
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               with
               sport
               they
               would
               us
               sometimes
               treat
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               allay
               our
               fears
               ,
               
                 would
                 play
                 the
                 wag
              
               ,
            
             
               Melting
               a
               sum
               of
               Money
               in
               a
               Bag
               ,
            
             
               This
               still
               ty'd
               ,
               seal'd
               ,
               and
               closs
               ,
               or
               emptying
            
             
               
                 A
                 Hogshead
                 full
                 of
                 Wine
              
               ;
               whilst
               no
               such
               thing
            
             
               Doth
               to
               the
               Cooper
               ,
               by
               the
               Cask
               appear
               ,
            
             
               That
               being
               still
               untouch'd
               ,
               sound
               ,
               and
               intire
               :
            
             
               With
               many
               such
               too
               numerous
               to
               relate
               ,
            
             
             
               Both
               on
               things
               living
               ,
               and
               inanimate
               ,
            
             
               As
               we
               may
               dayly
               see
               .
               Yet
               God
               will
               not
            
             
               For
               all
               his
               Thunder
               ,
               stay
               
                 those
                 murdering
                 shot
              
               .
            
             
               But
               still
               permits
               th'
               allarum'd
               world
               to
               feell
            
             
               Some
               hurt
               from
               
                 those
                 small
                 bombs
              
               ,
               which
               makes
               them
               reel
            
             
               Like
               mad
               men
               ,
               
                 and
                 in
                 their
                 reiterat
                 fits
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Run
                 almost
                 out
                 of
                 all
                 their
                 little
                 wits
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               ,
               when
               our
               God
               doth
               speak
               ,
               
                 in
                 fire
                 ,
                 and
                 thunder
              
               ,
               
            
             
               He
               seems
               to
               rent
               the
               very
               Heavens
               assunder
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               he
               now
               to
               mankind
               ,
               in
               his
               wrath
               ,
            
             
               Did
               nothing
               ,
               but
               a
               full
               destruction
               breath
               :
            
             
               As
               if
               he
               mean't
               
                 t'unhinge
                 the
                 doors
                 of
                 Nature
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               let
               in
               death
               on
               every
               living
               creature
               .
            
             
               Nay
               ,
               so
               he
               speaks
               ,
               as
               if
               he
               did
               intend
            
             
               To
               bring
               this
               
                 goodly
                 Fabrick
              
               to
               an
               end
               .
            
             
               Yet
               after
               all
               he
               's
               still
               so
               kind
               to
               men
               ,
            
             
               
                 As
                 he
                 shuts
                 up
                 this
                 terrible
                 Campaign
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 At
                 last
                 in
                 a
                 Cessation
                 of
                 rain
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               But
               what
               needs
               more
               ,
               't
               were
               tedious
               to
               relate
               ,
            
             
               How
               many
               other
               things
               both
               high
               ,
               and
               great
               ,
            
             
               Our
               God
               performs
               :
               things
               strange
               and
               marvellous
               ,
            
             
               Things
               neither
               known
               ,
               nor
               understood
               by
               us
               :
            
             
               Things
               ,
               which
               
                 our
                 proud
                 philosophy
              
               transcend
               ,
            
             
               Things
               ,
               which
               our
               reason
               cannot
               comprehend
               .
            
             
               Of
               such
               great
               things
               then
               I
               shall
               speak
               no
               more
               ,
            
             
               But
               only
               here
               ,
               as
               I
               have
               said
               before
               ,
            
             
               By
               
                 these
                 great
                 outward
                 works
              
               ,
               we
               may
               perceive
            
             
               With
               how
               much
               reason
               ,
               we
               do
               all
               believe
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               ,
               who
               made
               all
               these
               ,
               must
               surely
               be
            
             
               In
               greatnesse
               far
               beyond
               all
               that
               we
               see
               .
            
             
               On
               lesse
               things
               now
               then
               my
               discourse
               shall
               run
               ,
            
             
               A
               word
               of
               snow
               ,
               and
               frost
               ,
               and
               I
               ha'
               done
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               ,
               who
               did
               all
               create
               ,
               doth
               all
               command
               ,
               
            
             
               Holds
               all
               
                 the
                 Keys
                 of
                 Nature
              
               in
               his
               hand
               ,
            
             
               Unlocks
               the
               doors
               of
               these
               
                 great
                 Magazines
              
            
             
               Of
               rouling
               Clouds
               ,
               where
               vapours
               of
               all
               kinds
            
             
               Are
               keep'd
               in
               store
               .
               —
            
             
               Whence
               as
               he
               judges
               it
               convenient
               ,
            
             
               Now
               this
               ,
               now
               that
               upon
               the
               Earth
               is
               sent
               :
            
             
               And
               but
               a
               word
               he
               uses
               ,
               for
               annon
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               doth
               speak
               ,
               the
               businesse
               is
               done
               .
            
             
               He
               says
               to
               Snow
               ,
               go
               thou
               ,
               and
               quickly
               fall
            
             
               On
               Earth
               ,
               and
               as
               soon
               we
               are
               pouldred
               all
               ;
            
             
               
                 Woods
                 ,
                 Mountains
                 ,
                 Valleys
                 ,
                 Houses
                 ,
              
               all
               below
            
             
               Are
               wrapp'd
               up
               
                 in
                 a
                 sheet
                 of
                 ivory
                 snow
                 ,
              
            
             
               Annon
               he
               calls
               for
               
                 rain
                 ,
                 both
                 great
                 ,
                 and
                 small
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               bids
               now
               this
               ,
               now
               that
               upon
               us
               fall
               ,
            
             
               All
               do
               obey
               him
               :
               all
               do
               quickly
               run
               ,
            
             
               Where
               ordered
               ,
               and
               what
               he
               commands
               is
               done
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               instantly
               down
               from
               the
               Clouds
               doth
               fall
               ,
               
            
             
               Such
               quantity
               of
               rain
               ,
               as
               makes
               us
               all
            
             
               Give
               o're
               our
               works
               i'
               th'
               field
               ,
               and
               lay
               aside
            
             
               Our
               labouring
               Tools
               ,
               and
               within
               doors
               abide
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Then
               go
               the
               Beasts
               too
               to
               their
               several
               dens
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               there
               themselves
               do
               shelter
               ,
               while
               it
               rains
               .
            
             
               Not
               able
               to
               resist
               the
               storm
               ,
               and
               there
            
             
               The
               fiercest
               of
               them
               is
               a
               Prisoner
               :
            
             
               Until
               the
               rain
               be
               over
               ,
               and
               the
               sky
            
             
               Again
               put
               on
               a
               bright
               serenity
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 That
                 rapid
                 wind
              
               ,
               which
               wrapp'd
               up
               in
               a
               cloud
               
            
             
               Around
               us
               for
               some
               time
               doth
               roar
               aloud
               :
            
             
               The
               whirle-wind
               ,
               which
               on
               all
               hands
               blusters
               so
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               it
               out
               of
               every
               Point
               did
               blow
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               ,
               as
               I
               take
               it
               ,
               from
               the
               
                 Southern
                 Pole
              
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               us
               ,
               with
               a
               deal
               of
               fury
               roule
               .
            
             
               As
               by
               
                 the
                 boistrous
                 North-wind
              
               cold
               is
               thought
            
             
               To
               be
               into
               our
               
                 Southern
                 Countreys
              
               brought
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 For
                 with
                 that
                 wind
                 the
                 hoary
                 frost
                 appears
              
               
            
             
               With
               Ice-sickles
               dangling
               about
               his
               ears
               :
            
             
               Upon
               
                 our
                 running
                 Rivers
              
               he
               doth
               seize
               ,
            
             
               And
               spite
               of
               
                 their
                 swift
                 current
              
               makes
               them
               freeze
               ,
            
             
               As
               also
               
                 Lakes
                 ,
                 Pools
                 ,
                 Ditches
                 ,
                 Marishes
              
               ;
            
             
               And
               where
               before
               we
               sail'd
               ,
               now
               in
               a
               trice
            
             
               We
               run
               in
               Sledges
               all
               along
               the
               Ice
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               makes
               the
               Clouds
               ,
               with
               
                 constant
                 drudgery
              
               ,
               
            
             
               (
               Like
               Slaves
               condemn'd
               to
               pump
               )
               incessantly
            
             
               Fill
               all
               our
               Canals
               ;
               and
               the
               earth
               supply
               ,
            
             
               With
               water
               at
               all
               times
               ,
               as
               it
               doth
               need
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               that
               service
               ,
               they
               're
               so
               hurried
            
             
               Hither
               ,
               and
               thither
               posted
               ,
               here
               ,
               and
               there
               ,
            
             
               In
               this
               ,
               or
               th'
               other
               place
               ,
               nay
               every
               where
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               thinks
               fit
               ;
               that
               as
               't
               were
               
                 out
                 of
                 breath
              
               ,
            
             
               They
               halt
               ,
               till
               with
               his
               hand
               he
               scattereth
            
             
               Them
               all
               along
               the
               Sky
               ,
               and
               
                 makes
                 them
                 flow
              
            
             
               
                 In
                 gentle
                 rain
                 ,
                 whether
                 they
                 will
                 or
                 no.
                 
              
            
          
           
             
               For
               all
               those
               numerous
               vapour-chests
               ,
               which
               we
               
            
             
               Call
               clouds
               ,
               and
               counter-tumbling
               daily
               see
            
             
               Above
               our
               heads
               ,
               by
               him
               are
               ordered
               ,
            
             
               Assembled
               ,
               or
               in
               parties
               quartered
            
             
               Even
               as
               he
               will
               :
               he
               makes
               them
               turn
               ,
               and
               reel
            
             
               I'
               th'
               Air
               ,
               like
               the
               
                 swist
                 motion
                 of
                 a
                 Wheel
              
               ;
            
             
               When
               he
               thinks
               fit
               :
               he
               makes
               them
               pour
               out
               rain
            
             
               In
               any
               place
               o'
               th'
               earth
               he
               doth
               ordain
               .
            
          
           
             
               Those
               Clouds
               on
               several
               errands
               he
               doth
               send
               ,
               
            
             
               Some
               judgements
               ,
               others
               mercies
               do
               portend
               :
            
             
               Each
               of
               'em
               doth
               its
               own
               commission
               bear
               ,
            
             
               For
               good
               ,
               or
               ill
               :
               and
               none
               of
               'em
               appear
               ,
            
             
               Without
               a
               special
               warrand
               any
               where
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               now
               observe
               ,
               O
               Job
               ,
               take
               heed
               I
               pray
               ,
               
            
             
               Compose
               thy self
               ,
               advert
               to
               what
               I
               say
               ,
            
             
               Consider
               ,
               pray
               ,
               consider
               seriously
            
             
               The
               works
               of
               God
               ;
               and
               in
               sobriety
            
             
               Remark
               the
               methods
               of
               his
               providence
               ,
            
             
               His
               power
               ,
               his
               justice
               ,
               and
               his
               excellence
               .
            
          
           
             
               Dost
               understand
               those
               things
               ?
               dost
               thou
               conceive
               
            
             
               The
               meaning
               of
               those
               wonders
               ?
               dost
               believe
            
             
               That
               all
               those
               Clouds
               ,
               do
               march
               ,
               retire
               ,
               disband
               ,
            
             
             
               Or
               war
               amongst
               themselves
               at
               his
               command
               .
            
          
           
             
               Dost
               understand
               their
               motions
               ,
               here
               and
               there
               ,
               
            
             
               Or
               how
               by
               a
               
                 just
                 Ballance
              
               in
               the
               Air
               ,
            
             
               He
               makes
               them
               hang
               above
               us
               ?
               dost
               thou
               know
            
             
               On
               what
               they
               do
               depend
               ?
               or
               canst
               thou
               show
            
             
               By
               what
               art
               he
               doth
               raise
               those
               Clouds
               on
               high
               ,
            
             
               Beyond
               the
               reach
               of
               sight
               ,
               and
               by
               and
               by
               ,
            
             
               
                 Doth
                 let
                 them
                 down
                 so
                 low
                 ,
                 as
                 one
                 with
                 pain
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Would
                 think
                 they
                 could
                 be
                 hoised
                 up
                 agaèn
                 .
              
            
             
               Which
               certainly
               is
               a
               great
               demonstration
            
             
               Of
               his
               vast
               knowledge
               ,
               and
               with
               admiration
            
             
               On
               such
               things
               we
               should
               look
               .
               —
            
          
           
             
               Dost
               understand
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               from
               whence
               the
               heat
               ▪
               
            
             
               Proceeds
               ,
               which
               is
               so
               violently
               great
               ,
            
             
               As
               sometimes
               it
               can
               scarce
               be
               tollerat
               ?
            
             
               When
               gentle
               Breezes
               from
               the
               South
               do
               blow
               ,
            
             
               But
               when
               out
               of
               the
               North
               ,
               it
               is
               not
               so
               .
            
          
           
             
               Dost
               understand
               how
               he
               the
               Air
               has
               spread
               ,
               
            
             
               Like
               
                 a
                 fair
                 Sheet
                 of
                 Lawn
                 above
                 thy
                 head
                 ?
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 thin
                 ,
                 and
                 fluid
                 Air
                 ,
              
               oft
               broke
               to
               pieces
            
             
               By
               
                 justling
                 Clouds
              
               ,
               and
               
                 violent
                 impresses
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 Lightnings
              
               :
               and
               yet
               after
               all
               ,
               this
               Air
            
             
               Appears
               transparent
               ,
               and
               so
               calmly
               fair
               ,
            
             
               As
               it
               in
               pleasant
               brightness
               ,
               doth
               surpass
            
             
               The
               beauty
               of
               the
               
                 finest
                 Chrystal
                 Glass
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               then
               thou
               understandest
               all
               those
               things
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               wouldst
               thy self
               plead
               with
               the
               
                 King
                 of
                 kings
              
               ,
            
             
               In
               person
               :
               pray
               be
               pleas'd
               to
               let
               us
               hear
               ,
            
             
               What
               thou
               wouldst
               say
               ,
               if
               God
               should
               now
               appear
            
             
               Upon
               his
               Throne
               ?
               if
               he
               should
               show
               his
               face
               ,
            
             
               And
               bid
               thee
               freely
               
                 speak
                 upon
                 thy
                 case
              
               ?
            
             
               What
               couldst
               thou
               say
               ?
               or
               if
               thou
               dar'st
               not
               speak
            
             
               To
               him
               thy self
               ,
               but
               dost
               perhaps
               expect
            
             
               That
               we
               should
               be
               thy
               Proctors
               ,
               tell
               us
               pray
               ,
            
             
               What
               we
               to
               God
               on
               thy
               behalf
               shall
               say
               ?
            
             
               For
               thou
               ,
               it
               seems
               ,
               great
               knowledge
               dost
               enhance
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               we
               are
               buried
               in
               
                 deep
                 ignorance
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               which
               of
               us
               thy
               friendswouldst
               have
               to
               speak
               
            
             
               To
               this
               great
               God
               in
               thy
               defence
               ,
               and
               make
            
             
               Apology
               for
               thee
               :
               pray
               let
               us
               hear
               ,
            
             
               For
               ,
               if
               thou
               dost
               desire
               I
               should
               appear
            
             
               In
               thy
               behalf
               ,
               I
               must
               demand
               excuse
               ,
            
             
               For
               ,
               seriously
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               
                 I
                 do
                 not
                 use
              
            
             
               
                 To
                 plead
                 with
                 God
                 for
                 any
                 man
                 ,
                 indeed
              
            
             
               
                 I
                 do
                 not
                 think
                 it
                 lawful
                 so
                 to
                 plead
                 :
              
            
             
               But
               if
               thou
               wilt
               that
               I
               should
               pray
               for
               thee
            
             
               To
               that
               just
               God
               ,
               who
               doth
               both
               hear
               ,
               and
               see
            
             
               What
               passes
               now
               amongst
               us
               ,
               let
               me
               know
            
             
               And
               I
               shall
               quickly
               do
               it
               ,
               for
               if
               so
               ,
            
             
               I
               do
               but
               that
               good
               office
               ,
               which
               I
               owe
            
             
               To
               all
               men
               :
               
                 I
                 in
                 Prayer
                 dare
                 address
              
            
             
               
                 At
                 all
                 times
                 ,
                 and
                 for
                 all
                 men
                 ,
              
               but
               to
               press
            
             
               My
               God
               to
               give
               a
               reason
               ,
               why
               he
               now
            
             
               Doth
               punish
               thee
               :
               truth
               that
               I
               dare
               not
               do
               .
            
             
             
               No
               ,
               no
               ,
               for
               to
               be
               free
               with
               thee
               ;
               my
               friend
               ,
            
             
               There
               's
               no
               man
               here
               dares
               so
               expresse
               his
               mind
               ,
            
             
               As
               thou
               hast
               done
               ?
               at
               least
               ,
               
                 I
                 'me
                 not
                 the
                 man
              
            
             
               
                 Dares
                 undertake
                 this
              
               ;
               for
               I
               neither
               can
            
             
               Nor
               dare
               ,
               by
               
                 publick
                 Program
              
               ,
               intimate
            
             
               That
               I
               am
               with
               my
               Maker
               to
               debate
               :
            
             
               For
               ,
               if
               I
               did
               ,
               I
               might
               expect
               a
               stroak
            
             
               From
               him
               ▪
               whom
               ,
               by
               so
               doing
               I
               'd
               provoke
            
             
               To
               wrath
               against
               me
               ,
               and
               for
               my
               offence
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               by
               death
               should
               soon
               be
               hurried
               hence
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               what
               needs
               further
               ,
               let
               us
               cast
               our
               eyes
               ,
               
            
             
               But
               ,
               at
               this
               instant
               ,
               up
               into
               the
               Skyes
               :
            
             
               Let
               us
               observe
               but
               how
               the
               troubled
               Air
               ,
            
             
               All
               overspread
               with
               Clouds
               doth
               now
               appear
               :
            
             
               Who
               by
               their
               throng
               Eclipse
               the
               Heavens
               light
               ,
            
             
               And
               keep
               the
               glorious
               Sun
               out
               of
               our
               sight
               .
            
             
               See
               how
               those
               Clouds
               from
               every
               quarter
               march
               ,
            
             
               In
               several
               bodies
               through
               
                 the
                 spacious
                 Arch
              
               ,
            
             
               In
               dreadful
               squadrons
               strong
               ,
               and
               numerous
               ,
            
             
               All
               hastning
               to
               the
               
                 general
                 Rend●vous
              
               :
            
             
               T'
               attend
               
                 the
                 King
                 of
                 Heavens
              
               ,
               who
               ,
               as
               I
               guesse
               ,
            
             
               By
               such
               great
               preparations
               ,
               as
               these
               ,
            
             
               Intends
               himself
               in
               person
               to
               appear
               ;
               —
            
             
               Heark
               ,
               how
               these
               Clouds
               do
               ramble
               :
               —
               dos't
               not
               hear
            
             
               A
               noise
               of
               Thunder
               ?
               dost
               not
               now
               espy
            
             
               The
               
                 Van-guard
                 of
                 his
                 lightnings
              
               nimbly
               fly
               ,
            
             
               In
               rambling
               parties
               through
               the
               darkned
               Air
               ?
               —
            
             
               Yes
               sure
               ,
               our
               God
               himself
               will
               now
               appear
               :
            
             
               For
               ,
               as
               by
               dust
               afar
               ,
               we
               quickly
               know
            
             
               Th'approach
               of
               mighty
               armies
               ;
               even
               so
            
             
               By
               such
               prognosticks
               ,
               we
               may
               understand
               ,
            
             
               The
               
                 Lord
                 of
                 Hosts
              
               is
               now
               himself
               at
               hand
               :
            
             
               Unlesse
               the
               winds
               do
               clear
               that
               troubled
               state
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               those
               foggy
               vapours
               dissipate
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               ,
               if
               the
               
                 Northern
                 winds
              
               should
               blow
               apace
               ,
               
            
             
               'T
               would
               scatter
               soon
               
                 those
                 sad
                 appearances
              
               ;
            
             
               And
               by
               its
               cold
               ,
               and
               cleansing
               blasts
               restore
            
             
               Th'
               Air
               to
               the
               same
               state
               ,
               as
               it
               was
               before
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               still
               I
               think
               
                 th'
                 Almighty
                 God
              
               draws
               nigh
               ,
               
            
             
               
                 Th'
                 Almighty
                 terrible
                 in
                 Majesty
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               these
               great
               (
               though
               usual
               preparations
               )
            
             
               Are
               but
               so
               many
               signs
               ,
               and
               demonstrations
            
             
               Of
               his
               approach
               .
               —
               Here
               then
               he
               comes
               ,
               —
               he
               comes
               —
            
             
               With
               such
               a
               noise
               ,
               
                 as
                 millions
                 of
                 Drums
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Trumpets
                 ,
                 and
                 Symbals
              
               cannot
               parrallel
               :
            
             
               Th'
               Almighty
               God
               ,
               who
               doth
               in
               power
               excel
               ,
            
             
               All
               that
               we
               can
               imagine
               now
               draws
               near
               ,
            
             
               And
               he
               himself
               in
               judgement
               will
               appear
               :
            
          
           
             
               That
               after
               
                 all
                 this
                 tedious
                 debate
              
               ,
               
            
             
               Mannag'd
               on
               all
               hands
               ,
               with
               
                 such
                 zealous
                 heat
              
               ,
            
             
               The
               
                 supream
                 Judge
                 o'
                 th'
                 world
              
               may
               decide
            
             
               The
               controversie
               :
               and
               show
               either
               side
               ,
            
             
               Where
               they
               have
               been
               i'th'right
               ,
               where
               in
               the
               wrong
               ,
            
             
               And
               let
               thee
               see
               ,
               my
               friend
               ,
               how
               all
               along
               ,
            
             
             
               Upon
               the
               matter
               thou
               hast
               err'd
               ,
               and
               now
            
             
               What
               thou
               so
               oft
               desir'd
               ,
               he
               will
               allow
               :
            
             
               He
               'll
               hear
               thee
               now
               himself
               ,
               he
               'll
               challenge
               thee
            
             
               Now
               to
               debate
               ,
               and
               thou
               shalt
               quickly
               see
            
             
               What
               't
               is
               before
               th'
               Almighty
               God
               to
               plead
               ,
            
             
               Yes
               ,
               now
               thou
               shalt
               perceive
               ,
               thou
               shalt
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               What
               't
               is
               to
               speak
               with
               him
               ,
               remember
               now
               ,
            
             
               'T
               is
               not
               with
               us
               thy
               friends
               thou
               hast
               to
               do
               ;
            
             
               
                 But
                 't
                 is
                 with
                 God
                 ,
                 that
                 will
                 not
                 be
                 abus'd
              
            
             
               
                 By
                 such
                 wild
                 reasoning
                 ,
                 as
                 thou
                 hast
                 us'd
              
            
             
               
                 With
                 us
              
               :
               no
               ,
               don't
               mistake
               ,
               thou
               hast
               to
               do
            
             
               With
               no
               less
               then
               
                 the
                 Judge
                 of
                 Judges
                 now
              
               .
            
             
               With
               thy
               Creator
               :
               one
               whom
               mortal
               Men
            
             
               Cannot
               esteem
               too
               much
               :
               prepare
               thee
               then
            
             
               To
               hear
               him
               ;
               be
               attentive
               ,
               when
               he
               speaks
               ,
            
             
               For
               hear
               how
               in
               the
               Thunder
               he
               directs
            
             
               His
               speech
               to
               thee
               :
               I
               therefore
               shall
               forbear
            
             
               Further
               to
               speak
               ,
               since
               he
               doth
               now
               appear
               ,
            
             
               But
               what
               he
               speaks
               ,
               shall
               with
               attention
               hear
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
           PART
           .
           V.
           
        
         
           
             Cap.
             XXXVIII
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               Storm
               increasing
               ,
               and
               the
               Clouds
               appearing
               
            
             
               Still
               to
               augment
               the
               Darkness
               ,
               stead
               of
               clearing
               ,
            
             
               The
               Thunder
               roaring
               ,
               and
               the
               Lightning
               flying
            
             
               Before
               the
               face
               of
               God
               so
               terrifying
               ,
            
             
               As
               both
               
                 th'
                 afflicted
                 man
              
               ,
               his
               friends
               ,
               and
               those
               ,
            
             
               Who
               then
               were
               present
               ,
               firmly
               did
               suppose
            
             
               This
               threatning
               Storm
               would
               suddenly
               renverse
            
             
               The
               goodly
               Fabrick
               of
               the
               Universe
               :
            
             
               At
               least
               they
               fancied
               
                 those
                 distracted
                 Clouds
              
            
             
               Would
               shake
               out
               quickly
               most
               prodigious
               Flouds
            
             
               On
               th'
               Earth
               ,
               and
               by
               a
               
                 Deluge
                 general
              
               ,
            
             
               As
               once
               before
               ,
               again
               o'rewhelm
               them
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               these
               sad
               apprehensions
               ,
               damp'd
               with
               fear
               ,
            
             
               At
               length
               out
               of
               the
               Whirlwind
               ,
               they
               could
               hear
               ,
            
             
               After
               the
               ceasing
               of
               that
               dreadful
               noise
               ,
            
             
               
                 A
                 soft
                 ,
                 but
                 most
                 intelligible
                 Voice
                 :
              
            
             
               A
               Voice
               so
               audible
               ,
               a
               Voice
               so
               free
               ,
            
             
               A
               Voice
               ,
               which
               all
               could
               hear
               ,
               but
               none
               could
               see
            
             
               The
               mighty
               Speaker
               .
               —
               —
            
             
               And
               now
               both
               Plaintiffs
               ,
               and
               Defendant
               too
            
             
               Undone
               with
               horrour
               ,
               could
               ,
               with
               much
               ado
               ,
            
             
               Retain
               their
               spirits
               ,
               when
               they
               see
               indeed
            
             
               That
               
                 God
                 himself
              
               to
               Justice
               would
               proceed
               ,
            
             
               Himself
               in
               Person
               ,
               and
               determine
               what
            
             
             
               Had
               been
               th'
               occasion
               of
               so
               much
               debate
               :
            
             
               Whilst
               none
               of
               'em
               would
               yield
               t'
               each
               other
               ,
               none
            
             
               Would
               be
               determin'd
               but
               by
               God
               alone
               .
            
             
               He
               therefore
               ,
               to
               make
               all
               their
               jarrings
               cease
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               thus
               at
               length
               give
               judgment
               on
               the
               Case
               .
            
          
           
             
               Who
               's
               he
               ,
               says
               God
               ,
               presumes
               thus
               to
               debate
               ,
               
            
             
               On
               what
               I
               've
               ordred
               ?
               who
               is
               ●e
               dares
               state
            
             
               Himself
               my
               Party
               ?
               who
               's
               the
               man
               ?
               —
               who
               's
               he
               ,
            
             
               That
               offers
               to
               debate
               the
               Case
               with
               me
               ?
            
             
               Who
               ,
               who
               's
               the
               man
               ,
               that
               ,
               with
               such
               insolence
               ,
            
             
               Dares
               canvass
               thus
               my
               acts
               of
               Providence
               ?
            
             
               Who
               's
               he
               ,
               to
               whom
               I
               've
               given
               life
               ,
               and
               breath
               ,
            
             
               Dares
               utter
               
                 such
                 rebellious
                 words
                 of
                 Death
              
               ?
            
             
               Show
               me
               the
               man
               ,
               you
               Slaves
               ,
               amongst
               you
               all
               ,
            
             
               That
               dares
               what
               I
               design
               in
               question
               call
               ?
            
             
               Because
               forsooth
               ,
               in
               kindness
               ,
               I
               've
               bestow'd
            
             
               A
               little
               Reason
               on
               you
               ,
               you
               grow
               proud
               :
            
             
               Why
               could
               not
               I
               ,
               
                 you
                 Things
                 profusely
                 vain
              
               ,
            
             
               At
               first
               have
               made
               you
               Beasts
               as
               well
               as
               Men
               ,
            
             
               Nay
               cannot
               I
               reduce
               you
               all
               again
            
             
               To
               your
               first
               Principles
               ,
               and
               let
               you
               see
            
             
               All
               your
               Subsistence
               doth
               depend
               on
               me
               ?
            
             
               Why
               then
               ?
               —
               —
            
             
               Should
               such
               ,
               as
               I
               from
               nothing
               did
               create
               ,
            
             
               Presume
               to
               be
               
                 my
                 Secretars
                 of
                 State
              
               ?
            
             
               Should
               such
               as
               you
               ,
               whom
               I
               've
               distinguished
            
             
               From
               other
               Creatures
               ,
               offer
               to
               implead
            
             
               That
               Power
               ,
               which
               made
               you
               such
               ?
               or
               when
               you
               meet
            
             
               In
               your
               wise
               Consults
               ,
               offer
               to
               debate
            
             
               On
               my
               Proceedings
               ?
               should
               such
               Wasps
               ,
               as
               you
            
             
               Dare
               but
               repine
               at
               any
               thing
               I
               do
               ?
            
             
               Should
               such
               as
               only
               by
               my
               favour
               live
               ,
            
             
               Presume
               to
               quarrel
               my
               Prerogative
               ?
            
             
               Can
               any
               humane
               Reason
               comprehend
            
             
               What
               I
               have
               done
               ,
               or
               what
               I
               do
               intend
               ?
            
             
               No
               —
               know
               ,
               all
               of
               you
               ,
               I
               'me
               your
               God
               ,
               and
               King
               ,
            
             
               No
               more
               then
               of
               your
               foolish
               reasoning
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               as
               for
               thee
               ,
               thou
               Job
               ,
               whom
               I
               did
               raise
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               let
               thee
               see
               a
               deal
               of
               golden
               Days
               ,
            
             
               Who
               of
               all
               earthly
               blessings
               mad'st
               collection
               ,
            
             
               And
               liv'd
               most
               happy
               under
               my
               protection
               ,
            
             
               Enjoying
               all
               thou
               couldst
               project
               ,
               yet
               now
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               ungrate
               man
               ,
               thou
               must
               be
               prating
               too
               :
            
             
               Thou
               must
               be
               medling
               with
               my
               Providence
               ,
            
             
               And
               asking
               Questions
               ,
               with
               great
               impudence
               ,
            
             
               Why
               I
               permit
               this
               ,
               or
               that
               man
               to
               live
               ,
            
             
               At
               their
               convenience
               ,
               and
               all
               blessings
               give
            
             
               To
               such
               ,
               as
               do
               not
               merit
               at
               my
               hand
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               others
               at
               my
               doors
               ,
               unserved
               stand
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               Piety
               did
               merit
               better
               things
               ?
            
             
               And
               so
               proceeds
               in
               foolish
               murmurings
            
             
               Against
               my
               Actings
               :
               nay
               thou
               dost
               proceed
            
             
               To
               greater
               hights
               :
               and
               dost
               desire
               to
               plead
            
             
               Thy
               Case
               with
               me
               ,
               and
               that
               so
               freely
               too
               ,
            
             
             
               As
               one
               man
               with
               another
               man
               would
               do
               .
            
             
               I
               've
               heard
               thee
               all
               this
               while
               ,
               with
               patience
               ,
            
             
               Make
               
                 formal
                 Harrangues
              
               on
               thy
               innocence
               :
            
             
               I
               've
               heard
               thee
               speak
               ,
               and
               argue
               all
               along
            
             
               Against
               me
               ,
               as
               if
               I
               had
               done
               thee
               wrong
               .
            
             
               Because
               I
               did
               think
               fit
               to
               change
               thy
               state
               ,
            
             
               Therefore
               in
               passion
               thou'd
               expostulate
            
             
               With
               me
               for
               doing
               so
               :
               since
               then
               thou
               hast
            
             
               So
               oft
               deni'd
               to
               plead
               with
               me
               ,
               at
               last
            
             
               Shalt
               have
               thy
               wish
               :
               and
               since
               thou
               wilt
               not
               be
            
             
               Convinc'd
               by
               those
               ,
               who
               have
               discours'd
               with
               thee
            
             
               By
               my
               appointment
               ,
               and
               will
               yeeld
               to
               none
            
             
               In
               thy
               opinions
               ,
               but
               to
               
                 me
                 alone
              
               —
            
             
               —
               It
               shall
               be
               so
               :
               —
               I
               'le
               argue
               now
               the
               case
            
             
               My self
               with
               thee
               ,
               and
               show
               thee
               in
               thy
               face
            
             
               How
               thou
               hast
               err'd
               ,
               I
               'le
               let
               thee
               plainly
               see
            
             
               I
               am
               not
               such
               as
               men
               take
               me
               to
               be
               ,
            
             
               
                 But
                 am
                 ,
                 what
                 neither
                 thou
                 ,
                 nor
                 any
                 thing
              
            
             
               
                 That
                 breaths
                 on
                 earth
                 from
                 woman
                 issuing
              
            
             
               
                 Can
                 comprehend
              
               .
               —
            
             
               Go
               too
               then
               Job
               ,
               behave
               thee
               ,
               like
               a
               man
               ,
            
             
               I
               'le
               ask
               the
               question
               ,
               answer
               if
               thou
               can
               .
            
          
           
             
               Say
               then
               ,
               poor
               mortal
               man
               ,
               where
               wast
               thou
               —
               say
               
            
             
               When
               I
               at
               first
               did
               Earths
               Foundations
               lay
               ?
            
             
               Where
               wast
               thou
               pray
               ,
               hadst
               thou
               a
               beeing
               then
               ?
            
             
               Didst
               thou
               exist
               ,
               wast
               thou
               created
               when
            
             
               I
               did
               
                 this
                 Glorious
                 Work
              
               at
               first
               commence
               ,
            
             
               And
               ordered
               all
               things
               so
               
                 by
                 Providence
              
               ;
            
             
               As
               I
               no
               sooner
               did
               this
               thing
               intend
               ,
            
             
               Than
               instantly
               the
               work
               was
               at
               an
               end
               .
            
          
           
             
               Who
               did
               the
               Model
               of
               this
               World
               design
               ?
               
            
             
               Who
               drew
               the
               Plan
               thereof
               ?
               who
               stretcht
               the
               Line
            
             
               From
               Pole
               ,
               to
               Pole
               ,
               on
               which
               as
               all
               may
               see
               ,
            
             
               It
               yet
               doth
               roul
               ,
               as
               on
               an
               Axel-tree
               .
            
             
               Who
               measur'd
               out
               at
               first
               the
               vast
               extent
            
             
               Of
               this
               huge
               Glob
               ?
               or
               by
               what
               instrument
            
             
               Was
               all
               ,
               that
               now
               the
               universe
               is
               nam'd
               ,
            
             
               At
               first
               into
               a
               
                 perfect
                 Circle
              
               fram'd
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Upon
               what
               grounds
               are
               the
               Foundations
               laid
               
            
             
               Of
               
                 this
                 great
                 Fabrick
              
               ,
               which
               my
               hands
               have
               made
               ?
            
             
               Canst
               thou
               ,
               O
               man
               ,
               by
               all
               thy
               art
               find
               out
            
             
               On
               what
               this
               Glob
               of
               earth
               doth
               rest
               ?
               I
               doubt
            
             
               Thou
               never
               canst
               imagine
               how
               a
               thing
            
             
               Of
               so
               much
               weight
               ,
               i'
               th'
               open
               air
               can
               hing
               ,
            
             
               Without
               some
               Nail
               ,
               on
               which
               by
               Chain
               or
               String
               ,
            
             
               Such
               a
               vast
               ponderous
               body
               should
               depend
               :
            
             
               I
               know
               this
               doth
               thy
               reason
               quite
               transcend
               .
            
             
               Dost
               know
               how
               every
               Atome
               doth
               support
            
             
               Each
               other
               in
               
                 that
                 Mass
              
               in
               such
               a
               sort
               ,
            
             
               As
               no
               part
               upon
               any
               part
               doth
               rest
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               are
               light
               parts
               by
               heavy
               parts
               deprest
               ,
            
             
               But
               altogether
               solid
               ,
               firm
               ,
               and
               sure
               ,
            
             
               Ly
               in
               one
               lump
               ,
               by
               Aequilibrature
               :
            
             
               And
               for
               the
               Air
               ,
               that
               subtile
               ,
               fluid
               ,
               thing
               ,
            
             
             
               Which
               'bout
               this
               Orb
               ,
               like
               a
               soft
               rind
               ,
               doth
               cling
               ,
            
             
               And
               fills
               up
               every
               
                 waste
                 ,
                 hole
                 pore
                 ,
                 or
                 chink
                 ,
              
            
             
               That
               's
               in
               this
               Glob
               ;
               what
               dost
               thou
               of
               it
               think
               ,
            
             
               Dost
               think
               that
               can
               so
               great
               a
               weight
               sustain
               ,
            
             
               That
               in
               its
               own
               sphere
               doth
               subsist
               with
               pain
            
             
               Shattered
               each
               hour
               ,
               by
               Thunder
               ,
               Lightning
               ,
               Rain
               ,
            
             
               No
               truely
               ,
               it
               doth
               upon
               nothing
               rest
               ,
            
             
               So
               that
               all
               your
               opinions
               at
               the
               best
            
             
               Of
               the
               supporters
               of
               this
               earthen
               Ball
            
             
               Are
               but
               mere
               notions
               ,
               and
               conjectures
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               where
               wer't
               thou
               when
               I
               at
               first
               did
               lay
               
            
             
               The
               
                 Worlds
                 Foundations
              
               ,
               when
               the
               
                 blushing
                 Day
              
            
             
               Did
               first
               appear
               ,
               and
               all
               my
               numerous
               croud
            
             
               Of
               Angels
               did
               for
               joy
               cry
               out
               aloud
               ,
            
             
               When
               they
               perceiv'd
               
                 all
                 I
                 had
                 done
                 was
                 good
                 .
              
            
             
               Where
               wast
               thou
               pray
               ,
               when
               all
               that
               now
               thy
               Eye
            
             
               Perceives
               distinct
               did
               in
               confusion
               ly
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               the
               
                 luxuriant
                 Seas
              
               did
               issue
               out
               
            
             
               Of
               Natures
               pregnant
               womb
               ,
               and
               grasp'd
               about
            
             
               The
               
                 spongious
                 Earth
              
               so
               close
               ,
               as
               by
               the
               Flouds
            
             
               Its
               face
               was
               covered
               ,
               as
               't
               is
               now
               by
               Clouds
               :
            
             
               When
               then
               in
               these
               the
               Earth
               lay
               sopp'd
               around
               ,
            
             
               And
               nothing
               like
               dry
               Land
               was
               to
               be
               found
               ,
            
             
               All
               being
               under
               Water
               .
               —
               —
            
             
               Who
               did
               their
               rage
               (
               else
               boundless
               )
               limitate
               ,
            
             
               And
               within
               doors
               ,
               as
               't
               were
               incarcerate
            
             
               Those
               
                 furious
                 Seas
              
               ,
               which
               now
               with
               all
               their
               power
            
             
               Cannot
               o'reflow
               Earths
               surface
               to
               this
               hour
               .
            
          
           
             
               Who
               was
               it
               then
               that
               first
               this
               Earth
               did
               drain
               ,
               
            
             
               
                 And
                 from
                 the
                 Land
                 so
                 separate
                 the
                 main
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 As
                 they
                 should
                 never
                 be
                 unite
                 again
                 ?
              
            
             
               Who
               was
               it
               pray
               ?
               dost
               know
               ?
               why
               it
               was
               I
               ,
            
             
               
                 Thy
                 God
                 ,
                 and
                 Maker
              
               :
               I
               did
               speedily
            
             
               As
               with
               a
               
                 swadling
                 Band
              
               of
               darkest
               Clouds
               ,
            
             
               Ty
               up
               
                 those
                 Infant
                 ,
                 and
                 disordered
                 Flouds
                 .
              
            
             
               Then
               in
               a
               distinct
               body
               I
               did
               frame
            
             
               
                 Those
                 rouling
                 Waves
                 ,
                 and
                 them
                 a
                 Sea
                 did
                 name
                 .
              
            
             
               I
               cast
               them
               off
               the
               Earth
               ,
               and
               by
               and
               by
            
             
               I
               did
               assign
               them
               a
               Locality
               ,
            
             
               In
               which
               they
               might
               thereafter
               domineer
            
             
               And
               roar
               their
               fill
               ,
               but
               never
               more
               appear
            
             
               Upon
               the
               Earth
               ,
               and
               overwhelm
               the
               Land
            
             
               Without
               my
               warrand
               ,
               and
               express
               command
               .
            
          
           
             
               Such
               bounds
               I
               for
               these
               Billows
               measured
               out
               
            
             
               As
               I
               thought
               good
               ,
               and
               fenc'd
               them
               round
               about
               ,
            
             
               With
               
                 earthen
                 Ramparts
              
               ,
               such
               as
               might
               expell
            
             
               Their
               fury
               ,
               when
               they
               should
               begin
               to
               swell
               ,
            
             
               And
               make
               them
               tamely
               within
               bounds
               contain
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               their
               lofty
               pride
               ,
               and
               numerous
               train
               ,
            
             
               Assaulting
               oft
               these
               Ramparts
               ,
               but
               in
               vain
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               said
               unto
               them
               —
               thus
               far
               shall
               you
               go
               :
               
            
             
               No
               further
               ,
               in
               
                 High
                 Spring-tydes
              
               shall
               you
               flow
               ,
            
             
               I
               charge
               you
               that
               you
               do
               encroach
               no
               more
            
             
               Upon
               the
               Earth
               ,
               
                 this
                 Line
                 shall
                 be
                 your
                 Shore
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               Dost
               know
               what
               light
               is
               pray
               ,
               or
               to
               what
               end
               
            
             
               Both
               this
               ,
               and
               darknesse
               ,
               I
               on
               Earth
               did
               send
               ?
            
             
               Dost
               know
               the
               reasons
               ,
               which
               made
               me
               conclude
            
             
               At
               first
               upon
               this
               strange
               vicissitude
            
             
               Of
               
                 day
                 and
                 night
              
               ?
               or
               why
               I
               overspread
            
             
               The
               glorious
               face
               of
               Earth
               ,
               which
               I
               have
               made
            
             
               With
               clouds
               of
               darkness
               ?
               so
               that
               what
               of
               late
            
             
               Appear'd
               in
               a
               most
               beauteous
               pomp
               ,
               and
               state
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               light
               did
               shine
               ,
               and
               feasted
               curious
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               With
               all
               the
               choice
               ,
               and
               rich
               varieties
               .
            
             
               That
               heart
               could
               wish
               ,
               doth
               suddainly
               appear
            
             
               An
               object
               ,
               not
               of
               pleasure
               ,
               but
               of
               fear
               ?
            
             
               When
               then
               the
               Sun
               is
               gone
               ,
               when
               he
               is
               fled
               ,
            
             
               And
               darknesse
               doth
               the
               face
               of
               Earth
               o'respread
               :
            
             
               Canst
               thou
               command
               him
               to
               return
               ,
               with
               light
               ,
            
             
               T'
               allay
               the
               horrour
               of
               a
               Winters
               night
               ?
            
             
               Or
               canst
               thou
               hire
               him
               to
               diffuse
               his
               rays
            
             
               Before
               his
               time
               ?
               didst
               ever
               in
               thy
               days
               ,
            
             
               Attempt
               such
               a
               
                 light
                 wind-mill
                 enterprise
              
               ,
            
             
               As
               to
               make
               day
               spring
               e're
               the
               morning
               rise
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               when
               this
               Sun
               by
               my
               command
               appears
               
            
             
               Upon
               Earths
               utmost
               confines
               ,
               and
               still
               bears
            
             
               Upward
               to
               his
               
                 full
                 Orb
              
               :
               —
               —
            
             
               Then
               doth
               your
               darknesse
               quickly
               steal
               away
               ,
            
             
               With
               all
               its
               allies
               ,
               at
               
                 the
                 break
                 of
                 day
              
               ,
            
             
               For
               when
               the
               Sun
               out
               of
               his
               sleep
               awakes
               ,
            
             
               Those
               things
               like
               downs
               from
               coverlet
               he
               shakes
               ,
            
             
               Which
               do
               in
               darknesse
               trade
               :
               at
               sight
               o'
               th'
               Sun
            
             
               Night-walkers
               ,
               into
               holes
               ,
               and
               corners
               run
               .
            
          
           
             
               Whilst
               th'
               Earth
               ,
               which
               by
               its
               absence
               void
               of
               light
               ,
               
            
             
               Shut
               up
               behind
               the
               curtains
               of
               the
               night
               ,
            
             
               Appear'd
               without
               all
               form
               ;
               at
               break
               of
               day
               ,
            
             
               As
               upon
               washen
               ,
               and
               well
               tempered
               Clay
               ,
            
             
               A
               new
               impression
               brightly
               doth
               appear
               ,
            
             
               Is
               
                 in
                 her
                 morning
                 dresse
              
               ,
               most
               bright
               ,
               and
               clear
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 At
                 break
                 of
                 day
              
               ,
               the
               labourer
               breaks
               his
               rest
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               to
               the
               field
               ,
               with
               every
               
                 working
                 beast
              
               ,
            
             
               He
               cheerfully
               doth
               march
               :
               nothing
               afraid
               ,
            
             
               Because
               pursuing
               of
               his
               lawful
               trade
               .
            
             
               Whilst
               
                 Drunkards
                 ,
                 Camesters
                 ,
                 Whores
                 ,
                 Adulterers
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Murderers
                 ,
                 Lifters
                 ,
                 Thieves
                 ,
                 and
                 Burglarers
                 ,
              
            
             
               Who
               in
               the
               night-time
               do
               their
               businesse
               ,
            
             
               Assoon's
               the
               Sun
               begins
               to
               show
               his
               face
               ,
            
             
               Run
               all
               into
               their
               lurking
               holes
               annon
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 at
                 the
                 break
                 of
                 day
                 they
                 're
                 broke
                 ,
                 and
                 gone
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Next
               ,
               as
               to
               darknesse
               :
               —
               dost
               thou
               comprehend
            
             
               What
               thing
               that
               is
               ?
               or
               what
               I
               do
               intend
               
            
             
               By
               this
               privation
               ,
               what
               's
               the
               use
               of
               it
               ?
            
             
               What
               is
               its
               scope
               ?
               for
               what
               end
               is
               it
               fit
               ?
            
             
               Sure
               thou
               who
               understand'st
               not
               what
               is
               light
               ,
            
             
               Which
               every
               day
               is
               obvious
               to
               thy
               sight
               ,
            
             
               Canst
               never
               understand
               obscurity
               ,
            
             
               A
               thing
               that
               's
               not
               perceptible
               by
               th'
               eye
               .
            
             
             
               Didst
               ever
               into
               the
               Seas
               bottom
               dive
               ?
            
             
               Or
               canst
               thou
               yet
               ,
               with
               all
               thy
               art
               contrive
            
             
               A
               way
               to
               trace
               ,
               and
               measure
               the
               extent
            
             
               Of
               that
               dark
               Land
               ?
               or
               know
               what
               Government
            
             
               Is
               us'd
               
                 by
                 th
                 ▪
                 Planters
                 of
                 these
                 Provinces
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Situate
                 in
                 the
                 bottom
                 of
                 the
                 Seas
                 ?
              
            
             
               Dost
               know
               the
               Springs
               ,
               and
               Conduits
               ,
               that
               supply
            
             
               With
               fresh
               recruits
               of
               Water
               constantly
            
             
               The
               restless
               Ocean
               ?
               pray
               now
               let
               me
               hear
               ,
            
             
               Dost
               know
               what
               things
               the
               
                 weeping
                 sources
              
               are
               ;
            
             
               Dost
               understand
               these
               things
               ?
               or
               dost
               thou
               know
            
             
               
                 How
                 from
                 the
                 Seas
                 all
                 Springs
                 and
                 Rivers
                 flow
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               In
               all
               thy
               life-time
               hast
               thou
               ever
               seen
               
            
             
               
                 Deaths
                 gates
              
               cast
               open
               ?
               has
               thou
               never
               been
            
             
               Conversant
               under
               ground
               ?
               didst
               e're
               descry
            
             
               That
               
                 dreadful
                 prospect
                 of
                 mortality
              
               ,
            
             
               Of
               those
               who
               scattered
               in
               earths
               bowels
               ly
               ?
            
             
               Did
               e're
               thy
               curiosity
               lead
               thee
               there
               ?
            
             
               No.
               at
               the
               gates
               sure
               thou
               hadst
               dy'd
               for
               fear
               .
            
          
           
             
               Dost
               know
               earth's
               true
               Diameter
               ,
               canst
               tell
               
            
             
               How
               far
               in
               ▪
               breadth
               its
               
                 Globous
                 bulk
              
               doth
               swell
               ?
            
             
               Canst
               see
               both
               Poles
               at
               once
               by
               art
               ,
               or
               can
            
             
               Thy
               eye
               discover
               each
               Meridian
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Go
               to
               then
               ,
               canst
               thou
               point
               the
               place
               ,
               from
               whence
               
            
             
               Light
               doth
               proceed
               ?
               dost
               know
               its
               residence
               ?
            
             
               Dost
               know
               the
               Cave
               where
               darkness
               doth
               reside
               ,
            
             
               And
               closly
               all
               the
               day
               it self
               doth
               hide
               ?
            
          
           
             
               That
               thou
               shouldst
               trace
               the
               way
               to
               its
               abode
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               through
               the
               windings
               of
               that
               dreadful
               road
            
             
               Find
               a
               safe
               passage
               to
               its
               dwelling
               place
               ,
            
             
               
                 And
                 take
                 the
                 picture
                 of
                 its
                 duskly
                 face
                 ?
              
            
          
           
             
               I
               think
               thou
               dost
               not
               know
               ,
               nor
               canst
               declare
               
            
             
               What
               things
               ,
               O
               man
               !
               the
               
                 light
                 and
                 darkness
              
               are
            
             
               Because
               when
               I
               created
               night
               ,
               and
               day
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               in
               the
               belly
               of
               
                 first
                 matter
              
               lay
               .
            
             
               Th
               ▪
               hadst
               not
               a
               beeing
               then
               ,
               thou
               wast
               not
               made
               ,
            
             
               When
               light
               ,
               and
               darkness
               I
               distinguished
               .
            
             
               Nor
               canst
               thou
               know
               more
               ,
               by
               experience
               ,
            
             
               Then
               that
               both
               this
               ,
               and
               that
               affect
               thy
               sense
               ,
            
             
               But
               what
               they
               are
               ,
               from
               what
               hid
               cause
               they
               flow
               ,
            
             
               No
               art
               ,
               no
               length
               of
               dayes
               ,
               can
               make
               thee
               know
               .
            
          
           
             
               Hast
               thou
               observ'd
               ,
               with
               
                 a
                 computing
                 eye
              
               ,
               
            
             
               At
               any
               time
               ,
               and
               viewed
               seriously
            
             
               Th'
               innumerable
               stores
               of
               Snow
               ,
               and
               Hail
               ,
            
             
               Which
               I
               do
               keep
               in
               
                 Heav'ns
                 great
                 Arsenal
              
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Hast
               view'd
               those
               
                 inexhaustible
                 provisions
              
               ,
               
            
             
               How
               they
               are
               stor'd
               in
               
                 several
                 divisions
              
               ?
            
             
               So
               that
               when
               I
               intend
               a
               war
               with
               those
            
             
               Who
               on
               this
               earth
               do
               my
               decrees
               oppose
               :
            
             
               Sometimes
               I
               use
               the
               one
               ,
               sometimes
               the
               other
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               think
               fit
               ,
               and
               sometimes
               both
               together
               ,
            
             
               By
               force
               of
               both
               ,
               or
               either
               ,
               in
               a
               trice
            
             
               I
               break
               the
               force
               of
               
                 my
                 proud
                 enemies
              
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Dost
               understand
               how
               Lightnings
               separate
               
            
             
               The
               Clouds
               of
               Wind
               :
               and
               quickly
               dissipate
            
             
               The
               strongest
               Bodies
               of
               
                 these
                 vaporous
                 foes
              
               ,
            
             
               Which
               do
               the
               fury
               of
               their
               course
               oppose
               ?
            
             
               Dost
               understand
               this
               thing
               ,
               or
               dost
               thou
               know
            
             
               Why
               wind
               doth
               sometimes
               from
               one
               quarter
               blow
               ,
            
             
               Sometimes
               out
               of
               another
               ,
               East
               ,
               or
               West
               ,
            
             
               
                 South
                 ,
                 North
                 ,
                 Nore-west
                 ,
                 South-west
                 ,
              
               or
               South-South-east
               .
            
          
           
             
               Who
               doth
               restrain
               the
               torrents
               of
               those
               flouds
               ,
               
            
             
               Which
               after
               Thunder
               break
               from
               
                 broken
                 Clouds
              
               ,
            
             
               In
               such
               abundant
               streams
               ,
               without
               cessation
               ,
            
             
               As
               men
               do
               fear
               a
               total
               inundation
               .
            
             
               Who
               makes
               deep
               Canals
               ,
               into
               which
               convey'd
            
             
               Those
               Waters
               ,
               as
               in
               Levels
               ,
               gently
               slide
               ,
            
             
               Both
               above
               ground
               ,
               and
               under
               ground
               with
               ease
               ,
            
             
               Into
               the
               bottome
               of
               the
               
                 spacious
                 Seas
              
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Who
               makes
               the
               Clouds
               above
               thy
               head
               retain
               
            
             
               Great
               quantities
               of
               Waters
               ,
               and
               ,
               in
               rain
               ,
            
             
               As
               from
               a
               Sponge
               ,
               thus
               shake
               them
               out
               again
               .
            
             
               And
               that
               not
               only
               upon
               fertile
               ground
               ,
            
             
               But
               on
               the
               Deserts
               ,
               where
               no
               man
               is
               found
               .
            
          
           
             
               That
               in
               due
               season
               ,
               they
               may
               pasture
               yield
               
            
             
               To
               all
               the
               beasts
               ,
               that
               feed
               upon
               the
               field
               :
            
             
               And
               feed
               those
               creatures
               too
               ,
               
                 whose
                 idleness
              
            
             
               
                 Makes
                 them
                 frequent
                 the
                 barren
                 wilderness
                 ,
              
            
             
               As
               also
               make
               the
               Vegetables
               sprout
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               their
               Leaves
               ,
               and
               Flowers
               ,
               shoot
               fairly
               out
            
             
               From
               the
               earths
               belly
               ,
               where
               they
               buried
               were
            
             
               Until
               the
               Mid-wife-Season
               of
               the
               year
            
             
               By
               help
               of
               rain
               doth
               bring
               them
               forth
               ,
               and
               spreads
            
             
               Through
               all
               the
               fields
               the
               product
               of
               those
               Seeds
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               ,
               if
               thou
               think'st
               this
               rain
               is
               procreat
               
            
             
               As
               other
               creatures
               are
               ,
               who
               did
               beget
            
             
               This
               useful
               thing
               ?
               or
               who
               supposest
               thou
            
             
               Did
               procreat
               
                 the
                 Christal
                 drops
                 of
                 dew
              
               ?
            
             
               By
               which
               the
               Labourer
               rising
               from
               his
               bed
               ,
            
             
               Perceives
               his
               grounds
               all
               kindly
               watered
               .
            
             
               And
               then
               ,
               as
               if
               the
               Sun
               had
               only
               sent
            
             
               
                 Those
                 little
                 cordial
                 drops
              
               ,
               to
               complement
            
             
               The
               
                 widdowed
                 earth
              
               ,
               that
               doth
               his
               absence
               mourn
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               sad
               veil
               ,
               did
               long
               for
               his
               return
               ,
            
             
               With
               warming
               beams
               ,
               he
               suddenly
               doth
               drain
            
             
               The
               earth
               ,
               and
               sucks
               up
               all
               those
               drops
               again
               .
            
          
           
             
               Dost
               know
               what
               Ice
               is
               ?
               whence
               the
               same
               proceeds
               ?
               
            
             
               Who
               did
               beget
               it
               ?
               in
               what
               womb
               it
               breeds
               .
            
             
               'T
               is
               worth
               thy
               knowledge
               (
               though
               thou
               knew
               no
               more
               )
            
             
               To
               understand
               
                 this
                 costive
                 Meteor
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Dost
               see
               the
               Rivers
               ,
               how
               they
               sweetly
               pass
               
            
             
               In
               gentle
               streams
               through
               pleasant
               fields
               of
               grass
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               Trees
               ,
               and
               Shrubs
               ,
               which
               in
               their
               Banks
               do
               grow
               ,
            
             
               By
               their
               reflex
               ,
               do
               make
               a
               goodly
               show
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               the
               Waters
               ,
               so
               transparent
               clear
               ,
            
             
               As
               through
               the
               Streams
               the
               very
               Skyes
               appear
               :
            
             
               These
               same
               
                 pellucid
                 Rivers
              
               ,
               in
               a
               trice
            
             
             
               You
               may
               see
               covered
               with
               
                 a
                 crust
                 of
                 Ice
              
               :
            
             
               And
               what
               was
               lately
               soft
               ,
               appear
               annon
            
             
               As
               hard
               ,
               and
               solid
               ,
               as
               if
               pav'd
               with
               stone
               :
            
             
               Nay
               ,
               even
               the
               Seas
               ;
               who
               not
               long
               time
               before
            
             
               Did
               break
               their
               curled
               Waves
               ,
               upon
               the
               Shore
               ,
            
             
               And
               round
               the
               Earth
               triumph'd
               with
               so
               much
               pride
               ,
            
             
               Spreading
               their
               boistrous
               Billows
               ,
               far
               ,
               and
               wide
               :
            
             
               As
               if
               the
               power
               of
               
                 the
                 restraining
                 Ice
              
               ,
            
             
               (
               Which
               fetters
               in-land
               floods
               )
               they
               did
               despise
               ;
            
             
               
                 These
                 very
                 Seas
              
               at
               length
               are
               forc'd
               to
               bow
            
             
               To
               
                 conquering
                 Ice
              
               ,
               and
               they
               are
               frozen
               too
               :
            
             
               So
               that
               where
               
                 tallest
                 Sh●ps
              
               did
               lately
               steer
               ,
            
             
               Now
               
                 Sledges
                 ,
                 Carts
                 ,
                 and
                 Waggons
              
               do
               appear
               :
            
             
               Nay
               ,
               as
               upon
               firm
               Land
               with
               all
               their
               force
               ,
            
             
               Whole
               armies
               in
               
                 baitalia
                 ,
                 foot
                 ,
                 and
                 horse
                 ,
              
            
             
               Securely
               march
               along
               
                 the
                 frozen
                 Seas
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Fighting
                 ,
                 retiring
                 ,
                 s●irmishing
              
               with
               ease
               .
            
             
               Hast
               then
               observ'd
               this
               ?
               can'st
               assign
               a
               reason
               ,
            
             
               Why
               waters
               are
               bound
               up
               so
               in
               their
               season
               ?
            
             
               Or
               to
               what
               end
               ,
               I
               make
               the
               Rivers
               freeze
               ,
            
             
               And
               thus
               incrustate
               even
               the
               raging
               Seas
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Indeed
               vain
               mortals
               ,
               you
               do
               all
               pretend
               
            
             
               By
               
                 philosophick
                 rules
              
               to
               comprehend
            
             
               The
               nature
               of
               all
               Meteors
               ,
               and
               know
            
             
               By
               
                 second
                 causes
              
               ,
               whence
               they
               all
               do
               flow
               :
            
             
               As
               when
               such
               constellations
               do
               appear
               ,
            
             
               You
               guesse
               the
               several
               seasons
               of
               the
               year
               ,
            
             
               As
               this
               the
               Spring
               ,
               that
               
                 Summer
                 ,
                 Harvest
              
               that
            
             
               And
               this
               cold
               Winter
               doth
               insinuat
               :
            
             
               'Cause
               their
               appearance
               is
               habitual
               ,
            
             
               And
               custom
               teaches
               you
               :
               but
               that
               is
               all
            
             
               You
               understand
               :
               you
               know
               that
               such
               things
               are
               ,
            
             
               Because
               to
               you
               they
               frequently
               appear
               :
            
             
               But
               who
               's
               the
               man
               can
               tell
               ?
               who
               's
               he
               doth
               know
            
             
               The
               reason
               why
               these
               Stars
               themselves
               do
               show
            
             
               At
               such
               
                 set
                 times
              
               ?
               art
               thou
               the
               man
               ?
               can'st
               thou
            
             
               With
               all
               thy
               curious
               art
               demonstrat
               how
            
             
               The
               Stars
               were
               made
               ?
               why
               some
               of
               them
               appear
            
             
               In
               
                 modell'd
                 bodies
              
               ,
               others
               here
               ,
               and
               there
            
             
               Are
               singly
               scattered
               in
               the
               Heavens
               ?
               dost
               know
            
             
               Why
               some
               are
               fix't
               ,
               some
               ramble
               to
               ,
               and
               fro
            
             
               In
               their
               own
               Orbs
               ,
               and
               why
               too
               some
               of
               these
            
             
               Consume
               as
               many
               years
               ,
               as
               others
               days
            
             
               In
               running
               out
               their
               course
               ?
               dost
               understand
            
             
               The
               reason
               of
               these
               things
               ?
               can'st
               thou
               command
            
             
               These
               Stars
               ?
               or
               make
               the
               meanest
               of
               'em
               all
            
             
               Forbear
               their
               course
               ?
               or
               vanish
               at
               thy
               call
               ?
            
             
               Canst
               thou
               restrain
               the
               sweet
               influences
               ,
            
             
               And
               pleasant
               aspects
               of
               the
               Pleiades
               ,
            
             
               Who
               ,
               when
               the
               Sun
               in
               Taurus
               doth
               appear
               ,
            
             
               Calmly
               ,
               and
               gently
               usher
               in
               the
               year
               ?
            
             
               Or
               when
               the
               sullen
               ,
               barbarous
               Orion
            
             
               Attended
               by
               an
               host
               of
               storms
               ,
               leads
               on
            
             
               The
               dreadful
               Winter
               ,
               which
               o're
               runs
               you
               all
            
             
             
               And
               makes
               you
               with
               ingeminat
               groans
               recall
            
             
               Your
               ever
               kind
               (
               but
               then
               far
               distant
               )
               Sun
            
             
               To
               your
               assistance
               ,
               else
               you
               're
               all
               undone
            
             
               With
               killing
               cold
               .
               —
               —
            
             
               When
               this
               same
               Orion
               doth
               then
               appear
            
             
               In
               wasting
               terrour
               to
               shut
               up
               the
               year
               ;
            
             
               And
               bury
               all
               in
               Snow
               ,
               can'st
               thou
               restrain
            
             
               His
               violence
               ,
               and
               force
               him
               back
               again
               ?
            
             
               Can'st
               thou
               repell
               the
               fury
               of
               his
               Winds
               ,
            
             
               His
               Rains
               ,
               his
               Hail
               ,
               and
               Tempests
               of
               all
               ▪
               kinds
               ?
            
             
               And
               make
               that
               ne're
               yet
               conquered
               Constellation
            
             
               Draw
               off
               his
               Troops
               with
               fear
               ,
               and
               consternation
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Can'st
               ,
               in
               his
               season
               bring
               out
               Mazzaroth
               
            
             
               That
               torrid
               
                 Constellation
                 of
                 the
                 South
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               make
               him
               in
               his
               
                 Summer
                 garb
              
               appear
               ,
            
             
               To
               celebrate
               the
               Solstice
               of
               the
               year
               ?
            
             
               Say
               —
               canst
               thou
               make
               this
               Constellation
               shine
               ,
            
             
               This
               
                 Canis
                 major
              
               which
               beyond
               the
               Line
            
             
               Lyes
               quartered
               ,
               and
               from
               its
               pleasant
               seat
               ▪
            
             
               Draws
               out
               but
               as
               a
               
                 Sammer
                 guard
              
               ,
               to
               wait
            
             
               Upon
               the
               motion
               of
               
                 the
                 glorious
                 Sun
              
            
             
               
                 What
                 time
                 he
                 his
                 three
                 greatest
                 heats
                 doth
                 run
                 .
              
            
             
               Can'st
               thou
               by
               Art
               a
               certain
               survey
               make
            
             
               Of
               all
               the
               Chambers
               in
               the
               Zodiack
               ,
            
             
               That
               
                 spacious
                 Colledge
              
               ,
               that
               magnificent
            
             
               And
               stately
               
                 Inns
                 of
                 Court
              
               ;
               that
               eminent
            
             
               And
               princely
               Fabrick
               of
               great
               excellence
               ;
            
             
               Where
               the
               
                 Twelve
                 Signs
              
               do
               keep
               their
               residence
               .
            
             
               And
               though
               they
               hold
               their
               
                 chief
                 Demeurage
              
               there
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               in
               their
               
                 several
                 Circuits
              
               ,
               appear
            
             
               
                 The
                 twelve
                 conspicuous
                 Judges
                 of
                 the
                 Year
                 .
              
            
             
               Each
               Month
               ,
               by
               turns
               :
               attended
               by
               no
               less
               ,
            
             
               Then
               the
               bright
               Sun
               himself
               ,
               with
               all
               his
               rays
               ,
            
             
               Who
               for
               the
               time
               keeps
               House
               ,
               with
               each
               of
               them
               ;
            
             
               Then
               what
               can'st
               say
               to
               this
               ?
               would
               thou
               reclaim
            
             
               Against
               this
               order
               ?
               or
               in
               spite
               ,
               decry
            
             
               This
               method
               ?
               can'st
               thou
               by
               authority
            
             
               Inhibite
               their
               procedure
               ?
               and
               allow
            
             
               No
               such
               Appartments
               but
               to
               one
               ,
               or
               two
            
             
               Of
               all
               the
               twelve
               ?
               —
               —
            
             
               Or
               can'st
               thou
               make
               the
               
                 Sun
                 ,
                 per
                 saltum
              
               ,
               pass
            
             
               Into
               the
               
                 Rams
                 head
              
               ,
               from
               the
               Ballances
               ?
            
             
               And
               baulking
               the
               
                 five
                 Melancholly
                 Signs
              
               ,
            
             
               (
               
                 In
                 which
                 he
                 rather
                 looks
                 a
                 squint
                 ,
                 then
                 shines
              
               )
            
             
               Make
               him
               continue
               his
               warm
               influence
            
             
               In
               every
               corner
               of
               the
               Earth
               ,
               and
               thence
               ,
            
             
               By
               that
               new
               ,
               heretofore
               unknowen
               device
               ,
            
             
               Evite
               the
               trouble
               of
               the
               Winters
               Ice
               .
            
             
               Canst
               make
               the
               
                 Northern
                 Stars
              
               live
               orderly
               ,
            
             
               And
               rule
               Arcturus
               ,
               with
               his
               Family
               ?
            
             
               Who
               in
               the
               Harvest
               season
               doth
               appear
               ,
            
             
               Attended
               with
               his
               
                 great
                 ,
                 and
                 little
                 Bear
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               th'
               other
               Troops
               of
               the
               Septentrions
               ,
            
             
               Drawen
               out
               of
               all
               his
               
                 Northern
                 Garisons
              
               ,
            
             
             
               T'
               invest
               ,
               as
               't
               were
               ,
               the
               year
               ,
               whilst
               Orion
            
             
               With
               the
               main
               body
               follows
               quickly
               on
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Canst
               make
               
                 celestial
                 bodies
              
               influence
               
            
             
               
                 Bodies
                 sublunary
              
               ?
               dost
               '
               know
               from
               whence
            
             
               That
               rich
               ,
               but
               hidden
               Virtue
               doth
               proceed
               ,
            
             
               Which
               'mongst
               you
               mortals
               ,
               strange
               effects
               doth
               breed
               ?
            
             
               Whilst
               some
               Diseases
               ,
               others
               Health
               ,
               afford
               :
            
             
               Some
               fair
               ,
               and
               some
               
                 foul
                 weather
              
               ,
               in
               a
               word
            
             
               
                 Each
                 constellation
                 in
                 its
                 aspect
                 bears
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 consequence
                 of
                 either
                 hopes
                 ,
                 or
                 feares
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 But
                 not
                 a
                 cause
              
               :
               for
               that
               to
               me
               alone
            
             
               Belongs
               ,
               which
               I
               communicate
               to
               none
               ,
            
             
               Whom
               I
               've
               created
               :
               for
               in
               sober
               sense
               ,
            
             
               
                 These
                 Stars
                 have
                 in
                 themselves
                 no
                 influence
              
            
             
               
                 On
                 any
                 thing
                 ,
                 but
                 as
                 determined
              
            
             
               
                 By
                 second
                 Causes
              
               ,
               which
               are
               furnished
            
             
               By
               my
               appointment
               ,
               and
               the
               
                 Subject
                 Matter
              
               ,
            
             
               With
               which
               they
               meet
               .
               —
               —
            
             
               Yet
               ,
               I
               know
               some
               of
               you
               (
               
                 sad
                 Creatures
              
               too
               )
            
             
               Pretend
               by
               study
               to
               demonstrare
               how
            
             
               All
               things
               are
               ordered
               in
               my
               Cabinet
               ,
            
             
               Ere
               they
               be
               brought
               to
               action
               ,
               and
               relate
               ,
            
             
               By
               knowledge
               of
               these
               Stars
               ,
               strange
               passages
            
             
               Of
               my
               designs
               ,
               long
               e're
               they
               came
               to
               pass
               :
            
             
               Fools
               !
               whence
               have
               you
               so
               good
               intelligence
            
             
               Of
               my
               intents
               ,
               and
               purposes
               ?
               from
               whence
            
             
               Have
               you
               this
               knowledge
               ?
               is
               it
               from
               the
               Stars
               ?
            
             
               D'
               ye
               think
               such
               
                 mean
                 things
              
               are
               my
               Counsellers
               ?
            
             
               That
               such
               as
               these
               forsooth
               should
               be
               acquaint
            
             
               With
               the
               
                 deep
                 Intrigues
              
               of
               my
               Government
               ?
            
             
               Presumptuous
               Mortals
               !
               that
               you
               thus
               should
               dare
            
             
               To
               think
               you
               know
               what
               my
               intentions
               are
               ,
            
             
               When
               you
               own
               Reason
               fully
               may
               convince
            
             
               You
               of
               your
               folly
               :
               for
               if
               even
               a
               Prince
               ,
            
             
               Of
               my
               creation
               ,
               that
               on
               Earth
               doth
               dwell
               ,
            
             
               And
               must
               make
               use
               of
               Council
               ,
               can
               so
               well
            
             
               Conceal
               his
               Secrets
               ,
               as
               what
               he
               intends
               ,
            
             
               Is
               neither
               knowen
               to
               Enemies
               ,
               nor
               Friends
               :
            
             
               How
               think
               you
               then
               .
               —
               —
            
             
               That
               I
               ,
               who
               use
               no
               Council
               in
               the
               least
               ,
            
             
               But
               that
               which
               doth
               reside
               within
               my
               breast
               ,
            
             
               Should
               of
               my
               Secrets
               take
               so
               little
               care
               ,
            
             
               As
               any
               thing
               in
               Heavens
               ,
               Earth
               ,
               Sea
               ,
               or
               Air
               ,
            
             
               Nay
               even
               my
               Angels
               ,
               who
               my
               Court
               attend
            
             
               Should
               e're
               discover
               what
               I
               do
               intend
               ,
            
             
               But
               from
               my
               Mouth
               ?
               yet
               from
               a
               
                 silly
                 Star
              
               ,
            
             
               With
               which
               you
               correspond
               ,
               of
               Peace
               ,
               and
               War
            
             
               Intended
               Famine
               ,
               Fire
               ,
               or
               Pestilence
               ,
            
             
               You
               Mortals
               have
               all
               your
               intelligence
               :
            
             
               Would
               not
               you
               of
               that
               States-man
               make
               a
               sport
               ,
            
             
               Who
               from
               the
               Lacqueys
               of
               a
               Princes
               Court
               ,
            
             
               Pretended
               he
               did
               draw
               intelligence
               ,
            
             
               Of
               all
               his
               Cabin-councils
               ,
               and
               from
               thence
            
             
               Would
               take
               his
               measures
               ?
               pray
               what
               else
               are
               those
               ,
            
             
             
               With
               whom
               you
               correspond
               ,
               do
               you
               suppose
            
             
               That
               I
               make
               any
               other
               use
               of
               these
               ,
            
             
               But
               as
               of
               Grooms
               ,
               to
               carry
               Messages
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Nor
               is
               it
               lawful
               for
               you
               to
               erect
            
             
               Your
               
                 Figures
                 ,
                 on
                 Nativities
              
               ;
               and
               make
            
             
               From
               thence
               Conclusions
               :
               or
               by
               Art
               to
               frame
               ,
            
             
               From
               the
               conjunctions
               of
               the
               Stars
               ,
               a
               Scheme
            
             
               O'
               th'
               life
               ,
               and
               death
               of
               any
               private
               man
               ,
            
             
               That
               lives
               on
               Earth
               :
               a
               thing
               no
               mortal
               can
               ,
            
             
               With
               safety
               undertake
               :
               or
               if
               he
               do
               ,
            
             
               Know
               all
               of
               you
               that
               I
               do
               not
               allow
            
             
               Such
               Practices
               :
               for
               hidden
               things
               are
               knowen
            
             
               To
               me
               who
               am
               your
               Soveraign
               alone
            
             
               But
               things
               reveal'd
               to
               you
               are
               only
               showen
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Knowledge
               then
               ,
               in
               which
               I
               do
               permit
            
             
               The
               wisest
               of
               you
               all
               to
               try
               your
               Wit
               ,
            
             
               Is
               to
               distinguish
               ,
               as
               these
               Stars
               appear
               ,
            
             
               The
               several
               times
               ,
               and
               seasons
               of
               the
               Year
               ;
            
             
               To
               know
               them
               all
               both
               
                 fix'd
                 ,
                 and
                 wanderers
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               gaze
               upon
               them
               as
               Astronomers
               :
            
             
               To
               know
               besides
               their
               influences
               so
               ,
            
             
               As
               when
               't
               is
               time
               to
               plant
               and
               when
               to
               sow
               :
            
             
               When
               to
               
                 set
                 sail
              
               ,
               when
               to
               
                 return
                 again
              
               :
            
             
               When
               to
               endure
               ,
               when
               
                 to
                 cast
                 off
              
               your
               pain
               :
            
             
               How
               in
               the
               darkest
               night
               
                 your
                 course
                 to
                 steer
              
               ,
            
             
               At
               Sea
               or
               Land
               :
               when
               to
               hope
               ,
               when
               to
               fear
               :
            
             
               When
               to
               rejoyce
               ,
               when
               sadly
               to
               Lament
               ,
            
             
               Especially
               when
               
                 flaming
                 Stars
              
               are
               sent
            
             
               As
               Heralds
               of
               my
               Wrath
               ,
               when
               to
               repent
               .
            
             
               All
               this
               I
               do
               allow
               ,
               and
               you
               may
               pore
            
             
               Upon
               this
               Knowledge
               ,
               so
               far
               but
               no
               more
               :
            
             
               For
               none
               of
               all
               these
               Stars
               can
               in
               the
               least
            
             
               Have
               influence
               on
               either
               man
               ,
               or
               beast
            
             
               As
               Causes
               ;
               but
               they
               only
               do
               appear
            
             
               As
               signs
               to
               show
               my
               actions
               every
               where
               .
            
          
           
             
               Can'st
               thou
               by
               keeping
               coyl
               ,
               and
               noise
               below
               ,
               
            
             
               Perswade
               the
               Clouds
               to
               let
               their
               Vapours
               go
            
             
               And
               water
               all
               thy
               Sun-burn'd
               Grounds
               with
               Rain
               ,
            
             
               When
               they
               at
               any
               time
               of
               Drought
               complain
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Can'st
               thou
               by
               single
               lifting
               of
               thy
               hand
               ,
               
            
             
               Make
               all
               
                 the
                 Troops
                 of
                 Lightning
              
               understand
            
             
               Thy
               pleasure
               ,
               and
               appear
               ,
               at
               thy
               command
               .
            
             
               All
               ready
               arm'd
               ,
               in
               order
               instantly
               ,
            
             
               And
               hotly
               forward
               in
               thy
               service
               cry
               ,
            
             
               Lord
               we
               are
               here
               ;
               —
               let
               's
               have
               thy
               orders
               now
               ,
            
             
               Pray
               what
               wouldst
               have
               thy
               Souldiers
               to
               do
               ?
            
             
               Give
               us
               the
               Word
               ,
               and
               Sign
               ;
               let
               's
               understand
            
             
               Upon
               what
               Service
               thou
               would'st
               us
               command
               :
            
             
               For
               here
               we
               're
               ready
               ,
               as
               one
               man
               ,
               to
               act
               ,
            
             
               Whatever
               thou
               would'st
               have
               us
               undertake
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               all
               these
               things
               ,
               and
               many
               moe
               ,
               then
               thou
               
            
             
               Or
               any
               man
               can
               fancy
               ,
               I
               can
               do
               .
            
             
               I
               can
               with
               ease
               oblige
               the
               whole
               Creation
            
             
               T'
               obey
               my
               Orders
               ,
               as
               I
               find
               occasion
            
             
             
               I
               can
               make
               th'
               Universe
               ,
               at
               my
               command
            
             
               Return
               to
               its
               first
               Chaos
               ,
               Sea
               ,
               and
               Land
            
             
               I
               can
               confound
               ,
               and
               mix
               them
               so
               together
               ,
            
             
               As
               th'
               wit
               of
               man
               cannot
               distinguish
               either
               :
            
             
               I
               can
               do
               more
               then
               all
               you
               can
               conceive
               :
            
             
               I
               can
               do
               what
               you
               but
               with
               pain
               believe
               .
            
             
               Nay
               so
               much
               too
               thou
               know'st
               ,
               for
               frequently
            
             
               I
               've
               heard
               thee
               in
               
                 thy
                 sharpest
                 agony
              
               ,
            
             
               Express
               thy self
               ,
               with
               zeal
               ,
               and
               admiration
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               the
               copious
               Theme
               of
               
                 the
                 Creation
              
               .
            
             
               I
               've
               heard
               thee
               too
               ,
               with
               no
               small
               Eloquence
               ,
            
             
               Discourse
               upon
               
                 my
                 works
                 of
                 Providence
              
               .
            
             
               I
               ask
               thee
               then
               who
               made
               thee
               understand
               ,
            
             
               Who
               made
               thee
               know
               ,
               that
               by
               my
               mighty
               hand
            
             
               All
               things
               in
               Heaven
               ,
               and
               Earth
               were
               fashioned
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               this
               hour
               are
               dayly
               ordered
               ?
            
             
               Who
               taught
               thee
               these
               things
               ?
               who
               instructed
               thee
               ,
            
             
               Hadst
               thou
               this
               Wit
               from
               any
               else
               ,
               but
               me
               ?
            
             
               Did
               not
               I
               lend
               thee
               Parts
               ,
               and
               made
               thee
               know
            
             
               How
               from
               my
               Power
               all
               things
               created
               flow
               ?
            
             
               How
               all
               your
               Wisdom
               ,
               of
               which
               you
               do
               boast
               ,
            
             
               Is
               not
               your
               acquisition
               ,
               but
               at
               most
            
             
               A
               simple
               loan
               of
               my
               benevolence
               ;
            
             
               Which
               I
               to
               this
               ,
               or
               that
               man
               do
               dispense
            
             
               As
               I
               think
               good
               .
               —
               —
            
             
               By
               rules
               then
               of
               your
               own
               Philosophy
               ,
            
             
               If
               from
               me
               Wisdom
               flows
               ,
               then
               certainly
            
             
               I
               who
               ,
               bestow
               it
               must
               be
               wiser
               far
               ,
            
             
               Then
               the
               accutest
               of
               you
               Mortals
               are
               ,
            
             
               Who
               all
               your
               Knowledge
               do
               derive
               from
               me
               ,
            
             
               
                 Since
                 that
                 for
                 which
                 a
                 thing
                 is
                 such
                 ,
                 must
                 be
              
            
             
               
                 More
                 such
                 it self
              
               :
               I
               do
               demand
               thee
               then
            
             
               Thou
               most
               pretending
               to
               it
               ,
               of
               all
               men
               ,
            
             
               Is
               't
               fit
               that
               any
               Mortal
               should
               be
               proud
               ,
            
             
               Of
               what
               in
               Loan
               I
               only
               have
               allow'd
            
             
               To
               him
               ,
               upon
               design
               that
               he
               should
               know
            
             
               What
               he
               's
               himself
               ,
               and
               then
               what
               he
               doth
               owe
            
             
               To
               me
               ,
               who
               made
               him
               such
               ;
               but
               not
               to
               state
            
             
               Himself
               my
               Party
               ;
               or
               ,
               like
               thee
               ,
               debate
            
             
               On
               my
               Proceedings
               ,
               but
               that
               he
               should
               be
            
             
               Content
               to
               know
               ,
               that
               he
               knows
               all
               from
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               what
               is
               all
               your
               Wit
               ?
               what
               all
               your
               Parts
               ?
               
            
             
               What
               all
               the
               
                 subtile
                 Sciences
                 ,
                 and
                 Arts
              
               ,
            
             
               Which
               you
               do
               study
               ,
               and
               profess
               to
               know
               ,
            
             
               Nay
               ,
               what
               is
               all
               that
               Wisdom
               here
               below
            
             
               On
               which
               you
               men
               value
               your selves
               so
               much
               ?
            
             
               What
               is
               it
               ?
               how
               d'
               ye
               rate
               it
               ?
               is
               it
               such
               ,
            
             
               As
               by
               it
               you
               can
               even
               but
               calculate
            
             
               The
               number
               of
               the
               Clouds
               ?
               or
               estimate
            
             
               The
               value
               of
               those
               Magazines
               of
               Rain
            
             
               What
               quantity
               of
               Vapours
               they
               contain
               ?
            
             
               Under
               what
               Lock
               ,
               and
               Key
               they
               're
               all
               secur'd
               ?
            
             
               How
               guarded
               ,
               by
               what
               Policy
               ensur'd
               ,
            
             
               At
               all
               Adventures
               from
               the
               craft
               ,
               and
               force
            
             
             
               Of
               th'
               other
               
                 fiery
                 rambling
                 meteors
              
               ?
            
             
               Can
               all
               your
               wit
               ,
               at
               any
               time
               restrain
               ,
            
             
               The
               falling
               of
               the
               smallest
               drop
               of
               rain
               ,
            
             
               Out
               of
               
                 those
                 heavenly
                 bottles
              
               ,
               which
               you
               see
               ,
            
             
               That
               both
               are
               fill'd
               ,
               and
               emptied
               by
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               when
               by
               drouth
               the
               Earth
               to
               flying
               dust
               
            
             
               Appears
               converted
               ,
               then
               I
               let
               out
               just
            
             
               As
               I
               think
               fit
               ,
               such
               quantities
               of
               rain
               ,
            
             
               As
               may
               reduce
               it
               to
               
                 soft
                 clay
              
               again
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               much
               for
               Heavens
               ;
               now
               let
               's
               to
               Earth
               repair
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               see
               what
               absolute
               power
               I
               have
               there
               ,
            
             
               For
               thou
               wilt
               say
               the
               Meteors
               o'th'Air
            
             
               Are
               far
               above
               thee
               ;
               and
               it
               is
               no
               wonder
               ,
            
             
               Though
               rain
               ,
               and
               
                 snow
                 ,
                 hail
                 ,
                 lightning
                 ,
                 frost
                 ,
              
               and
               thunder
               ,
            
             
               Be
               things
               unknown
               to
               thee
               :
               I
               'll
               lead
               thee
               then
            
             
               To
               objects
               that
               more
               obvious
               to
               men
            
             
               In
               the
               same
               Earth
               ,
               with
               you
               converse
               ,
               which
               though
            
             
               Thou
               see
               ,
               and
               hear
               them
               daily
               ,
               yet
               I
               'll
               show
            
             
               For
               all
               thy
               wit
               ,
               and
               art
               thou
               dost
               not
               know
            
             
               The
               nature
               of
               them
               ,
               I
               will
               show
               thee
               then
               ,
            
             
               That
               there
               are
               many
               things
               unknown
               to
               men
               ,
            
             
               Even
               in
               this
               Earth
               .
               Do
               then
               but
               cast
               thy
               eyes
            
             
               Upon
               my
               Parks
               ,
               my
               Ponds
               ,
               and
               Volaries
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               'lt
               quickly
               see
               ,
               that
               I
               have
               creatures
               there
               ,
            
             
               Which
               thou
               know'st
               hardly
               either
               what
               they
               are
               ,
            
             
               Or
               how
               they
               live
               .
               —
            
          
           
             
               First
               then
               ,
               you
               have
               the
               Lyon
               such
               a
               creature
               ,
            
             
               As
               best
               of
               you
               do
               hardly
               know
               his
               nature
               :
            
             
               A
               creature
               full
               of
               fury
               ,
               full
               of
               wrath
               ,
            
             
               That
               to
               all
               other
               creatures
               threatens
               death
               ,
            
             
               If
               once
               withstood
               :
               
                 but
                 when
                 to
                 him
                 they
                 yeeld
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 There
                 's
                 no
                 more
                 generous
                 beast
                 in
                 all
                 the
                 field
                 :
              
            
             
               For
               his
               opposers
               he
               in
               pieces
               tears
               ,
            
             
               But
               such
               as
               do
               submit
               to
               him
               he
               spares
               .
            
             
               Observe
               this
               Lyon
               then
               ;
               he
               must
               be
               fed
               ,
            
             
               As
               well
               as
               thou
               ,
               he
               must
               be
               nourished
               :
            
             
               Who
               therefore
               taught
               him
               ,
               pray'
               to
               find
               his
               prey
               ,
            
             
               And
               how
               to
               feed
               his
               young
               ones
               every
               day
               ?
            
             
               Knows
               then
               what
               shifts
               he
               uses
               for
               his
               food
               ,
            
             
               And
               makes
               provision
               for
               his
               tender
               brood
               ?
            
             
               In
               the
               
                 wild
                 Forrest
              
               ,
               where
               there
               is
               no
               trade
               ,
            
             
               Where
               ,
               for
               a
               price
               no
               meat
               is
               to
               be
               had
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Dost
               know
               how
               in
               their
               Dens
               they
               couchant
               ly
               
            
             
               To
               catch
               
                 th'unthinking
                 beasts
              
               that
               passing
               by
               ,
            
             
               Do
               not
               their
               cunning
               ambuscade
               espy
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Next
               there
               's
               the
               Raven
               ,
               such
               a
               creature
               too
               ,
               
            
             
               As
               lives
               by
               prey
               ,
               as
               well
               as
               Lyons
               do
               :
            
             
               Who
               doth
               provide
               its
               food
               ?
               who
               entertains
            
             
               This
               
                 idle
                 creature
              
               ?
               who
               is
               at
               the
               pains
            
             
               To
               feed
               its
               young
               ones
               ,
               when
               the
               
                 naughty
                 dame
              
               ,
            
             
               Unkindly
               in
               the
               Nest
               abandons
               them
               ?
            
             
               When
               the
               raw-chicks
               do
               squeek
               ,
               and
               crock
               aloud
               ,
            
             
               Half-starv'd
               for
               want
               of
               meat
               ,
               who
               gives
               them
               food
               ?
            
             
             
               Who
               doth
               with
               Worms
               those
               shiftless
               creatures
               feed
               ,
            
             
               Which
               'bout
               the
               nest
               ,
               in
               Ravens
               dung
               do
               breed
               ?
            
             
               Dost
               understand
               who
               is
               it
               that
               supplyes
            
             
               Those
               small
               forsaken
               things
               with
               
                 Dew
                 ,
                 and
                 Flyes
              
               ?
            
             
               Or
               when
               as
               yet
               pin-feather'd
               they
               are
               thrust
            
             
               By
               th'
               
                 cruel
                 Dame
              
               out
               of
               the
               Nest
               ,
               and
               must
            
             
               Make
               shifts
               (
               although
               not
               able
               yet
               to
               fly
               )
            
             
               For
               their
               subsistence
               in
               the
               world
               ,
               or
               dy
               ,
            
             
               Who
               hears
               them
               pray
               ,
               when
               they
               for
               hunger
               cry
               ,
            
             
               And
               doth
               them
               ,
               with
               an
               Aliment
               supply
               ?
            
             
               So
               that
               for
               all
               these
               hardships
               ,
               they
               do
               grow
            
             
               To
               a
               great
               age
               ,
               and
               ramble
               to
               and
               fro
               ,
            
             
               Catching
               their
               preys
               ,
               and
               live
               as
               well
               as
               these
               ,
            
             
               Who
               ,
               from
               their
               birth
               ,
               enjoy'd
               both
               food
               and
               ease
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Cap.
             XXXIX
             .
          
           
             
               NExt
               ,
               I
               demand
               thee
               ,
               know'st
               thou
               who
               it
               is
               
            
             
               That
               doth
               preserve
               the
               several
               species
            
             
               Of
               all
               those
               Creatures
               ?
               by
               what
               hidden
               means
            
             
               Are
               they
               assisted
               ,
               when
               they
               take
               
                 their
                 pains
              
               ?
            
             
               Dost
               know
               what
               art
               
                 those
                 artless
                 Brutes
              
               do
               use
            
             
               At
               such
               occasions
               ?
               how
               they
               do
               produce
            
             
               Their
               young
               ones
               ?
               who
               's
               their
               Mid-wife
               ?
               who
               takes
               care
            
             
               Of
               them
               ,
               in
               that
               estate
               ?
               who
               doth
               prepare
            
             
               All
               that
               is
               suitable
               ?
               who
               makes
               provision
            
             
               Of
               necessars
               for
               them
               ,
               in
               that
               condition
               ?
            
             
               Who
               layes
               them
               up
               ?
               who
               cures
               them
               of
               their
               sores
               ?
            
             
               Who
               is
               't
               ,
               that
               them
               to
               perfect
               health
               restores
               ?
            
             
               As
               first
               ,
               for
               instance
               ,
               the
               
                 wild
                 Goat
              
               ,
               who
               rambles
            
             
               Amongst
               the
               Rocks
               ,
               and
               on
               
                 sharp
                 Briars
                 and
                 Brambles
              
            
             
               Doth
               often
               thrust
               her
               Belly
               ,
               and
               her
               Brood
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               in
               the
               Cliffs
               she
               searches
               for
               her
               food
               :
            
             
               So
               that
               a
               man
               would
               think
               this
               same
               unwary
               ,
            
             
               And
               climbing
               Creature
               ,
               surely
               would
               miscarry
               :
            
             
               Who
               doth
               take
               care
               of
               her
               ?
               when
               doth
               she
               bring
            
             
               Her
               young
               ones
               forth
               ,
               dost
               know
               her
               reckoning
               ?
            
             
               Or
               know'st
               thou
               when
               the
               Hinds
               do
               calve
               ?
               what
               pain
            
             
               These
               Creatures
               in
               their
               labour
               do
               sustain
               ?
               
            
          
           
             
               Canst
               tell
               how
               long
               those
               Beasts
               do
               pregnant
               go
               ?
            
             
               Or
               dost
               the
               time
               of
               their
               delivery
               know
               ?
            
          
           
             
               The
               time
               of
               their
               delivery
               indeed
               ,
               
            
             
               Of
               all
               the
               Creatures
               that
               on
               earth
               do
               feed
               ,
            
             
               Both
               rational
               ,
               and
               brutal
               ,
               there
               is
               none
            
             
               Endures
               such
               torment
               ,
               as
               these
               Hinds
               alone
            
             
               Do
               in
               the
               birth
               :
               —
            
             
               They
               bow
               their
               bodies
               over
               ,
               and
               again
               ,
            
             
               In
               labour
               to
               alleviate
               their
               pain
               :
            
             
               Nay
               ,
               these
               weak
               Creatures
               too
               ,
               to
               make
               them
               able
            
             
               T'
               endure
               their
               pains
               ,
               of
               a
               
                 mean
                 Vegetable
              
            
             
             
               Make
               use
               ,
               and
               by
               that
               
                 natural
                 Midwisery
              
               ,
            
             
               As
               well
               as
               those
               ,
               who
               use
               much
               industry
               ,
            
             
               And
               help
               of
               knowing
               Surgeons
               to
               boot
               ,
            
             
               With
               horrid
               toil
               ,
               they
               cast
               their
               sorrows
               out
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               the
               same
               young
               ones
               ,
               though
               with
               so
               much
               pain
               
            
             
               Brought
               to
               the
               world
               ,
               do
               not
               long
               remain
            
             
               With
               their
               
                 kind
                 Dames
              
               ,
               but
               taught
               by
               nature
               ,
               do
            
             
               Run
               out
               ,
               and
               make
               a
               shift
               for
               Victuals
               too
               ,
            
             
               For
               quickly
               they
               grow
               fat
               ,
               and
               fed
               with
               store
            
             
               Of
               Corn
               ,
               and
               Grass
               ,
               they
               see
               their
               Dames
               no
               more
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               there
               's
               the
               
                 wild
                 Ass
              
               ,
               an
               undocile
               creature
               ,
               
            
             
               So
               different
               from
               the
               
                 tame
                 Ass
              
               ,
               that
               by
               nature
               ,
            
             
               It
               loves
               as
               much
               its
               
                 rambling
                 liberty
              
               ,
            
             
               As
               th'
               other
               stoops
               to
               
                 servile
                 drudgery
              
               .
            
             
               Who
               taught
               this
               stupid
               Creature
               so
               to
               prize
            
             
               Its
               liberty
               ,
               and
               proudly
               to
               despise
            
             
               Alluring
               mankind
               ,
               who
               would
               fain
               entise
            
             
               This
               thing
               to
               serve
               them
               ,
               but
               't
               is
               all
               in
               vain
               ,
            
             
               For
               not
               by
               Dogs
               ,
               nor
               Nets
               it
               will
               be
               tane
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               to
               evite
               the
               
                 tyranny
                 of
                 man
              
               ,
               
            
             
               It
               strives
               as
               much
               as
               any
               creature
               can
               ,
            
             
               Against
               both
               
                 hunger
                 ,
                 parching
                 heat
                 ,
                 and
                 snow
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               Wilderness
               will
               undergo
            
             
               A
               thousand
               pinches
               ,
               rather
               as
               be
               tam'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               a
               poor
               slave
               t'
               its
               fellow-mortals
               nam'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               laughs
               at
               all
               your
               Citizens
               ,
               who
               dwell
               
            
             
               In
               plenty
               at
               their
               ease
               ,
               and
               faring
               well
               ,
            
             
               Laugh
               at
               all
               those
               in
               wants
               ,
               he
               will
               not
               sell
            
             
               His
               liberty
               for
               all
               those
               toyes
               ,
               nor
               be
            
             
               Subject
               to
               th'
               lashing
               of
               the
               Whip
               ,
               not
               he
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               the
               sure
               allowance
               he
               might
               have
            
             
               Of
               food
               ,
               were
               he
               ,
               like
               other
               beasts
               ,
               your
               slave
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               rather
               is
               content
               in
               Wilderness
               
            
             
               To
               make
               a
               shift
               ,
               and
               feed
               on
               
                 acid
                 grass
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Salt
                 herbs
              
               ,
               or
               any
               thing
               ,
               that
               may
               sustain
            
             
               Its
               life
               ,
               then
               under
               bonds
               with
               man
               remain
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               there
               's
               the
               Unicorn
               (
               or
               if
               you
               will
               ,
               
            
             
               
                 The
                 wild
                 Bull
              
               )
               pray
               hast
               thou
               attain'd
               such
               skill
               ,
            
             
               As
               but
               to
               catch
               it
               ?
               and
               far
               less
               to
               tame
            
             
               A
               creature
               of
               that
               strength
               ,
               or
               but
               to
               dream
               ,
            
             
               Of
               bringing
               of
               that
               beast
               at
               any
               rate
               ,
            
             
               To
               serve
               thy
               use
               ,
               who
               doth
               all
               bondage
               hate
               ?
            
             
               Or
               being
               catch'd
               ,
               canst
               thou
               by
               feeding
               bribe
            
             
               
                 This
                 wanton
                 beast
              
               to
               tarry
               by
               thy
               Crib
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Canst
               this
               fierce
               Creature
               to
               thy
               labouring
               break
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               calmly
               lay
               the
               Yoke
               upon
               his
               neck
               ?
            
             
               Canst
               make
               him
               softly
               foot
               it
               'fore
               the
               Plow
               ,
            
             
               And
               keep
               the
               furrows
               ,
               as
               the
               Oxen
               do
               ?
            
             
               Or
               will
               he
               draw
               the
               Harrows
               orderly
            
             
               After
               thee
               ,
               when
               thou
               sowest
               ?
               or
               decently
            
             
               Turn
               at
               the
               furrows
               end
               ,
               and
               follow
               thee
            
             
               With
               the
               same
               pace
               ,
               as
               men
               do
               daily
               see
            
             
               The
               beasts
               of
               labour
               are
               accustomed
               ,
            
             
               And
               when
               unyok'd
               ,
               with
               th'
               others
               tamely
               feed
               ?
            
          
           
             
             
               Wilt
               thou
               be
               such
               a
               fool
               ,
               because
               he
               's
               strong
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               able
               to
               endure
               much
               fatigue
               long
               ,
            
             
               As
               trust
               thy
               labouring
               to
               him
               ?
               dost
               expect
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               the
               yoke
               will
               suffer
               for
               thy
               sake
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Wilt
               thou
               be
               so
               unmann'd
               ,
               as
               in
               the
               least
               ,
               
            
             
               Be
               made
               believe
               that
               wild
               unruly
               beast
               ,
            
             
               Will
               in
               the
               Harvest
               yok'd
               in
               Cart
               ,
               or
               wain
               ,
            
             
               From
               Field
               ,
               to
               Barn-yard
               ,
               carry
               home
               thy
               Grain
               ?
            
             
               For
               if
               thou
               dost
               ,
               who
               would
               not
               justly
               thee
            
             
               Suspect
               to
               be
               a
               greater
               beast
               then
               he
               .
            
             
               Yet
               all
               these
               beasts
               (
               though
               ne're
               so
               feirce
               ,
               and
               wild
               ,
               )
            
             
               I
               can
               by
               single
               word
               make
               tame
               ,
               and
               mild
               ;
            
             
               I
               can
               ,
               with
               ease
               ,
               make
               all
               such
               creatures
               bow
               ,
            
             
               And
               yok'd
               ,
               or
               unyok'd
               ,
               with
               submission
               too
               ,
            
             
               Serve
               me
               ,
               what
               e're
               I
               have
               a
               mind
               to
               doe
               .
            
             
               For
               thou
               must
               not
               think
               that
               I
               do
               in
               vain
               ,
            
             
               Those
               
                 savage
                 creatures
              
               in
               the
               fields
               maintain
               ,
            
             
               But
               that
               I
               have
               an
               use
               for
               each
               of
               them
               ,
            
             
               As
               well
               as
               men
               for
               creatures
               that
               are
               tame
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               now
               to
               show
               thee
               how
               much
               those
               do
               err
               ,
               
            
             
               In
               understanding
               who
               with
               me
               compare
               :
            
             
               Or
               think
               they
               can
               by
               any
               Science
               reach
               ,
            
             
               The
               knowledge
               of
               what
               none
               but
               I
               can
               teach
               :
            
             
               I
               'll
               question
               thee
               on
               things
               familiar
               ,
            
             
               Of
               
                 home
                 bred
                 creatures
              
               ,
               such
               as
               dayly
               are
            
             
               About
               thy
               doors
               :
               and
               thence
               I
               'll
               plainly
               show
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               dost
               not
               even
               those
               creatures
               fully
               know
               .
            
             
               As
               first
               who
               on
               the
               Peacock
               hath
               bestow'd
               ,
            
             
               Such
               a
               
                 fair
                 train
              
               ?
               Who
               is
               it
               that
               allow'd
            
             
               Such
               outward
               beauty
               to
               that
               
                 screeching
                 creature
              
               :
            
             
               Who
               made
               his
               neck
               rise
               in
               such
               comely
               feature
               ,
            
             
               Adorn'd
               with
               such
               a
               changing
               
                 set
                 of
                 Plums
              
               ,
            
             
               As
               proud
               of
               his
               apparrel
               ,
               he
               presumes
            
             
               To
               think
               himself
               a
               creature
               most
               compleat
               ,
            
             
               Were
               't
               not
               that
               sometimes
               he
               doth
               view
               his
               feet
               ,
            
             
               Which
               black
               ,
               and
               loathsome
               ,
               and
               so
               differing
            
             
               From
               his
               whole
               body
               ,
               makes
               the
               lofty
               thing
            
             
               Despise
               it self
               ,
               and
               seems
               to
               let
               him
               know
               ▪
            
             
               That
               there
               is
               nothing
               that
               's
               compleat
               below
               .
            
             
               Or
               dost
               thou
               know
               from
               whence
               the
               Estrich
               had
            
             
               These
               curious
               feathers
               in
               her
               wings
               ,
               which
               made
               ,
            
             
               And
               sow'd
               in
               plums
               ,
               adorn
               the
               proudest
               crest
               ,
            
             
               That
               dares
               appear
               ,
               of
               either
               man
               ,
               or
               beast
               .
            
             
               And
               teach
               you
               too
               ,
               that
               man
               for
               all
               his
               pride
               ,
            
             
               (
               In
               which
               he
               undervalues
               all
               beside
               ,
            
             
               That
               live
               on
               Earth
               )
               to
               make
               himself
               appear
            
             
               More
               beautiful
               then
               other
               creatures
               are
               ,
            
             
               Is
               forc'd
               to
               borrow
               Plums
               out
               of
               the
               wing
            
             
               Of
               a
               poor
               
                 naughty
                 Bird
              
               ,
               and
               fairly
               bring
            
             
               His
               fairest
               head-attire
               from
               such
               a
               creature
               .
            
             
               As
               is
               the
               most
               insipid
               thing
               in
               nature
               .
            
          
           
             
               A
               stupid
               creature
               ,
               one
               that
               's
               memorable
               
            
             
               For
               nothing
               ,
               but
               its
               bulk
               :
               and
               hardly
               able
               ▪
            
             
               To
               rank
               it self
               for
               its
               sagacity
               ,
            
             
             
               Amongst
               the
               meanest
               of
               the
               birds
               that
               fly
               :
            
             
               
                 A
                 blockish
                 creature
              
               ,
               of
               so
               dull
               a
               sense
               ,
            
             
               As
               were
               't
               not
               meerly
               for
               my
               Providence
               ,
            
             
               Its
               species
               would
               be
               lost
               :
               for
               when
               sh'
               has
               laid
            
             
               Her
               Eggs
               ,
               and
               with
               light
               sand
               them
               overspread
               ,
            
             
               She
               simply
               thinks
               her
               businesse
               is
               done
               ,
            
             
               And
               without
               more
               ado
               ,
               away
               she
               's
               gone
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               to
               the
               wide
               world
               she
               her
               brood
               doth
               trust
               ,
            
             
               And
               carelessly
               doth
               leave
               them
               in
               the
               dust
               .
            
          
           
             
               Forgetting
               how
               these
               things
               obnoxious
               ly
               
            
             
               To
               th'foot
               of
               every
               one
               that
               passeth
               by
            
             
               The
               place
               ,
               where
               she
               hath
               left
               them
               ,
               nay
               at
               least
               ,
            
             
               (
               Though
               men
               may
               have
               discretion
               )
               yet
               the
               beast
            
             
               O'
               th'
               Forrest
               ,
               who
               doth
               not
               observe
               its
               paces
               ,
            
             
               With
               its
               hard
               hoof
               ,
               might
               crush
               them
               all
               to
               pieces
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               to
               
                 her
                 own
                 brood
              
               she
               's
               unnatural
               ,
            
             
               And
               seems
               to
               have
               no
               thought
               for
               them
               at
               all
               ,
               
            
             
               But
               quite
               forsakes
               
                 those
                 poor
                 adventurers
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               looks
               upon
               them
               ,
               as
               they
               were
               not
               hers
               :
            
             
               So
               that
               her
               labours
               ,
               and
               her
               pains
               appear
            
             
               T'
               have
               been
               in
               vain
               ,
               when
               thus
               ,
               without
               all
               fear
            
             
               Of
               what
               may
               be
               the
               event
               ,
               foolishly
            
             
               She
               leaves
               her
               issue
               ,
               and
               most
               barbarously
               ,
            
             
               Not
               only
               leaves
               them
               ,
               but
               forgets
               them
               too
               ,
            
             
               A
               thing
               no
               creature
               ,
               but
               her self
               would
               do
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               what
               's
               the
               reason
               ,
               why
               this
               stolid
               creature
               
            
             
               Acts
               contrare
               to
               the
               very
               rules
               of
               nature
               ?
            
             
               Why
               thus
               it
               is
               :
               because
               I
               thought
               not
               fit
            
             
               At
               first
               t'
               allow
               her
               so
               much
               mother-wit
               ,
            
             
               As
               even
               to
               take
               a
               care
               of
               what
               's
               her
               own
               ,
            
             
               And
               as
               for
               understanding
               ,
               she
               has
               none
               .
            
             
               But
               what
               she
               wants
               of
               wit
               ,
               and
               common
               sense
               ,
            
             
               I
               do
               supply
               it
               by
               my
               Providence
               :
            
             
               For
               of
               those
               Eggs
               by
               her
               abandoned
               ,
            
             
               I
               do
               take
               care
               ,
               and
               have
               so
               ordered
               ,
            
             
               That
               on
               the
               open
               sand
               where
               these
               do
               ly
               ,
            
             
               The
               Sun
               should
               th'
               
                 unkind
                 mothers
              
               place
               supply
               :
            
             
               And
               by
               the
               heat
               of
               his
               warm
               ,
               transient
               rays
            
             
               Should
               hatch
               those
               Eggs
               ,
               and
               save
               her
               species
               ;
            
             
               Which
               else
               by
               her
               extream
               ,
               supine
               neglect
               .
            
             
               Would
               totally
               decay
               ,
               and
               go
               to
               wrack
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               yet
               as
               dull
               ,
               and
               stolid
               as
               she
               is
               ,
               
            
             
               She
               may
               be
               thought
               sagacious
               in
               this
               ,
            
             
               That
               when
               pursu'd
               by
               th'
               Hunter
               ,
               she
               on
               high
            
             
               Doth
               lift
               her self
               ,
               and
               though
               she
               cannot
               fly
               ,
            
             
               By
               reason
               of
               her
               heavy
               bulk
               ,
               so
               well
            
             
               As
               other
               birds
               ,
               yet
               she
               appears
               to
               sail
               ,
            
             
               And
               fly
               ,
               and
               run
               together
               ,
               for
               with
               feet
            
             
               And
               wings
               ,
               she
               nimbly
               makes
               her
               way
               so
               fleet
               ,
            
             
               As
               none
               can
               overtake
               her
               ,
               nay
               she
               knows
            
             
               How
               to
               defend
               her self
               ,
               when
               Hunters
               close
            
             
               Approach
               her
               with
               their
               Poles
               ,
               for
               then
               she
               throws
            
             
               Behind
               her
               with
               her
               feet
               ,
               to
               stop
               the
               chase
               ,
            
             
               
                 Small
                 stones
                 ,
                 sand
                 ,
                 dust
                 ,
                 and
                 gravel
              
               in
               the
               face
               ,
            
             
             
               Of
               those
               who
               do
               pursue
               her
               ,
               and
               defyes
            
             
               All
               their
               attaques
               ,
               whilst
               thus
               she
               
                 runs
                 and
                 flyes
              
            
             
               To
               save
               her
               life
               ,
               with
               so
               much
               art
               ,
               and
               force
               ,
            
             
               As
               she
               despises
               both
               their
               
                 Foot
                 ,
                 and
                 Horse
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Horse
               ,
               why
               there
               's
               a
               creature
               ,
               that
               indeed
               
            
             
               In
               
                 wit
                 ,
                 strength
                 ,
                 courage
              
               ,
               doth
               as
               much
               exceed
            
             
               The
               most
               of
               Beasts
               ,
               which
               on
               the
               earth
               do
               breed
               ,
            
             
               As
               th'
               Estrich
               doth
               in
               dulness
               :
               there
               's
               a
               creature
            
             
               For
               th'
               use
               of
               man
               accommodate
               by
               nature
               ,
            
             
               A
               lofty
               thing
               ,
               that
               on
               its
               Joynts
               doth
               rise
               ,
            
             
               Stands
               straight
               ,
               lifts
               up
               his
               Crest
               ,
               with
               flaming
               eyes
               :
            
             
               Appears
               a
               creature
               full
               of
               generous
               pride
               ,
            
             
               With
               other
               so
               fair
               qualities
               beside
               .
            
             
               As
               to
               serve
               mankind
               he
               is
               no
               less
               able
               ,
            
             
               Then
               to
               his
               fellow-brutes
               he
               's
               formidable
               .
            
             
               Who
               gave
               him
               this
               same
               strength
               ,
               who
               made
               him
               shake
            
             
               His
               dangling
               Maine
               ,
               and
               Perwig
               ,
               his
               neck
            
             
               With
               horrid
               curles
               ,
               and
               friezlings
               ,
               when
               in
               wrath
            
             
               He
               seems
               to
               threaten
               nothing
               less
               then
               death
               ?
            
             
               Who
               gave
               him
               so
               much
               courage
               ,
               that
               he
               fears
            
             
               Nothing
               that
               moving
               on
               the
               earth
               appears
               ?
            
             
               But
               with
               such
               resolution
               in
               he
               flies
            
             
               Amongst
               the
               thickest
               of
               his
               enemies
               ,
            
             
               As
               unconcern'd
               ,
               as
               Thunder-bolt
               ,
               which
               breaks
            
             
               Even
               where
               it
               pleases
               ,
               so
               he
               havock
               makes
            
             
               Of
               all
               that
               do
               oppose
               him
               ,
               for
               he
               soon
               .
            
             
               By
               valour
               bears
               the
               proudest
               of
               'em
               down
               .
            
          
           
             
               Canst
               thou
               then
               make
               
                 this
                 noble
                 beast
              
               afraid
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               like
               a
               
                 timorous
                 Ass
              
               ,
               hang
               down
               his
               head
               ?
            
             
               Canst
               stop
               his
               nostrils
               ,
               when
               he
               fiercely
               neighs
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               his
               voice
               doth
               seem
               to
               pierce
               the
               skyes
               ?
            
          
           
             
               His
               
                 martial
                 neighing
              
               makes
               the
               Hills
               resound
               ,
               
            
             
               When
               with
               his
               
                 angry
                 hoof
              
               ,
               he
               tears
               the
               ground
               ,
            
             
               Erects
               his
               Crest
               ,
               and
               chops
               upon
               his
               Bit
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               gnashing
               teeth
               ,
               'cause
               it
               will
               not
               permit
            
             
               His
               fury
               to
               run
               out
               as
               he
               thinks
               fit
               .
            
             
               His
               Bit
               ,
               like
               Soap-ball
               ,
               rouling
               in
               his
               mouth
               ,
            
             
               Makes
               him
               spit
               out
               much
               of
               his
               wrath
               in
               froath
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               with
               a
               longing
               not
               to
               be
               exprest
            
             
               By
               mortal
               man
               ,
               
                 this
                 strong
                 ,
                 couragious
                 beast
              
               ,
            
             
               This
               most
               magnanimous
               ,
               and
               fearless
               thing
               ,
            
             
               Longs
               to
               be
               
                 at
                 his
                 sprightly
                 skirmishing
              
               :
            
             
               For
               joy
               he
               praunces
               ,
               and
               courvetts
               ,
               when
               he
            
             
               Doth
               preparations
               for
               the
               Battel
               see
               :
            
             
               When
               there
               are
               sudden
               hopes
               of
               
                 death
                 ,
                 and
                 wounds
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               nothing
               in
               his
               ears
               ,
               but
               terrour
               sounds
               .
            
             
               When
               all
               the
               fields
               are
               covered
               far
               and
               nigh
               .
            
             
               With
               
                 thick
                 Battallions
              
               of
               stout
               Infantry
            
             
               And
               closs-rank'd-Squadrons
               of
               brave
               Cavalry
               :
            
             
               O
               how
               he
               's
               tickled
               with
               that
               deathful
               sight
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               in
               nothing
               more
               he
               took
               delight
               ,
            
             
               (
               For
               things
               ,
               which
               you
               do
               black
               ,
               and
               dreadful
               call
               ,
            
             
               He
               fancies
               the
               most
               pleasant
               things
               of
               all
               ,
            
             
             
               That
               life
               affords
               )
               he
               would
               not
               quit
               the
               sport
            
             
               He
               there
               expects
               to
               have
               ,
               in
               any
               sort
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               the
               whiffling
               pleasures
               of
               a
               Court.
            
             
               No
               man
               for
               
                 loves
                 fruition
              
               has
               such
               charms
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               to
               meet
               
                 th'
                 enraged
                 man
                 at
                 arms
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yes
               ,
               all
               the
               charms
               ,
               which
               do
               his
               breast
               possess
               ,
               
            
             
               He
               by
               his
               
                 frequent
                 neighings
              
               doth
               express
               ,
            
             
               And
               still
               expecting
               with
               impatience
            
             
               When
               his
               beloved
               Battel
               should
               commence
               .
            
             
               He
               chaffs
               and
               foams
               at
               mouth
               so
               furiously
               ,
            
             
               As
               even
               his
               Rider
               ,
               with
               difficulty
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               his
               strength
               ,
               and
               skill
               ,
               by
               force
               of
               Rein
               ,
            
             
               Can
               this
               now
               half-engaged
               Beast
               restrain
               .
            
             
               When
               he
               perceives
               the
               
                 glistering
                 Sword
              
               appear
               ,
            
             
               And
               over
               Helmet
               brandish'd
               every
               where
               ,
            
             
               Make
               no
               small
               threatning
               Figure
               in
               the
               Air
               :
            
             
               For
               to
               afright
               him
               ,
               no
               device
               is
               able
               ,
            
             
               The
               Sword
               is
               to
               him
               but
               a
               very
               bauble
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               rattling
               Quiver
               stuck
               ,
               with
               Arrows
               full
               ,
               
            
             
               The
               Spear
               ,
               and
               Shield
               to
               him
               appear
               but
               dull
               ,
            
             
               And
               empty
               Symbols
               of
               approaching
               War
               ;
            
             
               For
               he
               fears
               nothing
               that
               a
               man
               can
               dare
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               when
               he
               sees
               the
               Forces
               on
               each
               side
               
            
             
               Draw
               up
               in
               order
               ,
               and
               both
               far
               and
               wide
            
             
               Extend
               their
               Front
               :
               —
            
             
               O
               how
               he
               huggs
               himself
               ,
               because
               he
               now
            
             
               Expects
               some
               action
               without
               more
               adoe
               :
            
             
               O
               how
               he
               paw●
               ,
               and
               with
               his
               foot
               doth
               wound
               ,
            
             
               In
               his
               hote
               rage
               ,
               
                 the
                 unprovocking
                 ground
              
               ;
            
             
               As
               if
               the
               
                 harmless
                 Turff
              
               ,
               on
               which
               he
               stood
               ,
            
             
               Withstood
               his
               fury
               :
               how
               he
               neighs
               aloud
               ,
            
             
               And
               stretching
               out
               his
               head
               ,
               once
               ,
               and
               again
               ,
            
             
               In
               passion
               almost
               breaks
               the
               curbing
               Rein.
            
             
               At
               sound
               of
               Trumpet
               ,
               he
               's
               no
               more
               afraid
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               at
               the
               thundering
               noise
               of
               Drums
               dismaid
               ,
            
             
               
                 Then
                 if
                 one
                 whistled
                 through
                 a
                 Flagelet
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Or
                 on
                 the
                 bottom
                 of
                 a
                 Barrel
                 beat
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               For
               this
               undaunted
               Beast
               doth
               so
               rejoyce
               
            
             
               In
               the
               redoubling
               of
               that
               horrid
               noise
               ,
            
             
               Which
               Drums
               ,
               and
               Trumpets
               do
               afford
               ,
               and
               takes
            
             
               Such
               pleasure
               in
               the
               noise
               the
               Army
               makes
               :
            
             
               Whilst
               Officers
               on
               Horse
               back
               ,
               here
               and
               there
            
             
               Traversing
               through
               the
               Ranks
               and
               Files
               ,
               prepare
            
             
               All
               things
               for
               action
               ,
               and
               aloud
               command
            
             
               What
               they
               think
               fit
               ,
               with
               Truncheons
               in
               their
               hand
               ▪
            
             
               That
               with
               his
               neighing
               he
               doth
               answer
               make
               ,
            
             
               And
               Ecchoes
               all
               the
               Language
               which
               they
               speak
               ,
            
             
               With
               such
               wild
               noise
               ,
               as
               doth
               the
               Air
               confound
               ;
            
             
               But
               when
               the
               Trumpet
               doth
               in
               earnest
               sound
            
             
               The
               signal
               to
               the
               fight
               —
               Sa
               —
               sa
               —
               he
               cryes
               ,
            
             
               Bears
               down
               his
               head
               ,
               shoots
               lightning
               from
               his
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               top-gallop
               to
               the
               Battel
               ●yes
               .
            
             
               Have
               you
               not
               seen
               a
               Faulcon
               in
               his
               flight
               ,
            
             
               Chasing
               his
               prey
               ,
               as
               in
               a
               Line
               ,
               down-right
               ,
            
             
             
               
               
               
               
               When
               far
               above
               it
               in
               the
               open
               Sky
               ,
            
             
               With
               so
               great
               strength
               ,
               and
               force
               upon
               it
               fly
               ,
            
             
               As
               to
               the
               ground
               it
               bears
               it
               by
               ,
               and
               by
               .
            
             
               So
               this
               
                 brave
                 beast
              
               ,
               so
               soon
               as
               Trumpet
               sounds
               ,
            
             
               Contemning
               
                 noise
                 ,
                 and
                 clamour
                 ,
                 dangers
                 ,
                 wounds
                 ,
              
            
             
               Nay
               death
               it self
               ,
               upon
               its
               enemies
               ,
            
             
               And
               on
               its
               prey
               ,
               with
               mighty
               valour
               flys
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               now
               we
               speak
               of
               Hawks
               :
               why
               there
               is
               too
               ,
               
            
             
               A
               
                 noble
                 bird
              
               ,
               which
               I
               have
               made
               to
               bow
            
             
               For
               humane
               use
               ,
               a
               roaving
               bird
               of
               prey
               ,
            
             
               Which
               in
               the
               air
               so
               swiftly
               cuts
               a
               way
               ,
            
             
               With
               stretch'd
               ,
               slow-moving
               wings
               ,
               as
               to
               the
               eye
               ;
            
             
               He
               seems
               like
               arrow
               from
               a
               bow
               to
               fly
               ,
            
             
               Who
               taught
               her
               so
               to
               fly
               then
               ?
               pray
               was
               't
               thou
            
             
               Her
               tutor
               ?
               didst
               thou
               teach
               her
               ?
               though
               't
               is
               true
               ,
            
             
               By
               art
               the
               meanest
               of
               you
               do
               attain
            
             
               The
               knowledge
               how
               to
               tame
               ,
               and
               how
               to
               train
            
             
               This
               
                 ravenous
                 bird
              
               ,
               and
               bring
               her
               to
               your
               lure
               ,
            
             
               And
               make
               her
               for
               your
               use
               her
               prey
               secure
               .
            
             
               But
               what
               's
               all
               that
               ?
               by
               nature
               she
               knows
               more
               ,
            
             
               Then
               you
               can
               teach
               her
               ,
               and
               did
               know
               before
            
             
               You
               catch'd
               her
               ,
               how
               to
               catch
               her
               prey
               ,
               and
               fly
               ,
            
             
               As
               well
               as
               you
               by
               all
               your
               industry
            
             
               Can
               e're
               instruct
               her
               in
               the
               thing
               ;
               although
            
             
               You
               think
               you
               more
               then
               such
               poor
               creatures
               know
               ,
            
             
               Well
               then
               I
               'll
               ask
               thee
            
             
               When
               the
               
                 wild
                 Hawk
              
               doth
               her
               old
               feathers
               cast
               ,
            
             
               And
               fears
               
                 en
                 cuerpo
              
               ,
               the
               cold
               
                 northern
                 blast
              
            
             
               May
               do
               her
               harm
               :
               is't
               thou
               who
               did
               advise
            
             
               That
               
                 naked
                 creature
              
               to
               become
               so
               wise
               ,
            
             
               As
               to
               avoid
               the
               winters
               cold
               ,
               in
               time
               ,
            
             
               To
               make
               a
               progresse
               to
               
                 a
                 warmer
                 clime
              
               ,
            
             
               Untill
               her
               feathers
               do
               grow
               up
               again
               ?
            
             
               Dost
               think
               she
               's
               taught
               so
               by
               the
               art
               of
               men
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Or
               doth
               the
               
                 princely
                 Eagle
              
               soar
               on
               high
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               to
               the
               tops
               of
               Rocks
               ,
               and
               Mountains
               fly
            
             
               At
               thy
               command
               ?
               where
               she
               doth
               build
               her
               Nest
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               her
               young
               ones
               doth
               securely
               rest
               ?
            
          
           
             
               For
               safety
               she
               with
               pleasure
               doth
               dispense
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               'mongst
               the
               Rocks
               she
               keeps
               her
               residence
               :
            
             
               Whilst
               other
               birds
               do
               lodge
               in
               trees
               ,
               and
               bushes
               ,
            
             
               In
               
                 banks
                 of
                 rivers
                 ,
                 marishes
                 ,
                 bull-rushes
                 ,
              
            
             
               Heaths
               ,
               and
               
                 corn-fields
                 ,
                 house-tops
              
               ,
               and
               some
               such
               places
               ,
            
             
               This
               bird
               inhabits
               ,
               where
               no
               humane
               traces
            
             
               Are
               to
               be
               found
               ,
               
                 and
                 as
                 the
                 soveraign
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 all
                 the
                 winged
                 nation
                 ,
                 doth
                 remain
              
            
             
               In
               her
               strong
               castle
               ,
               where
               secure
               she
               lyes
               ,
            
             
               Under
               the
               covert
               of
               a
               precipice
               .
            
          
           
             
               There
               she
               resides
               ,
               in
               that
               strong
               cittadel
               ,
               
            
             
               She
               like
               a
               
                 Lady
                 paramount
              
               ,
               doth
               dwell
               ;
            
             
               From
               whence
               the
               countrey
               all
               around
               she
               spyes
               ,
            
             
               And
               views
               afar
               :
               her
               sharp
               ,
               and
               vigorous
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               Make
               a
               large
               Horizon
               :
               from
               thence
               ,
               with
               ease
               ,
            
             
               As
               from
               a
               watch-tower
               ,
               she
               at
               a
               distance
               sees
            
             
             
               Th'
               inferiour
               Birds
               ,
               who
               unconcern'dly
               fly
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               securely
               ramble
               through
               the
               Sky
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               indeed
               they
               fear'd
               no
               Enemy
               .
            
             
               Then
               from
               
                 her
                 Fortress
                 she
              
               flys
               out
               amain
               ,
            
             
               Falls
               in
               amongst
               them
               ,
               and
               with
               little
               pain
            
             
               Snatches
               so
               many
               of
               'em
               ,
               as
               at
               least
            
             
               Upon
               
                 those
                 slaughtered
                 Captives
              
               ,
               she
               may
               feast
            
             
               Both
               she
               ,
               and
               
                 her
                 voracious
                 Family
              
               ,
            
             
               For
               a
               long
               Summers-day
               conveniently
               .
            
          
           
             
               Her
               raw
               ,
               and
               tender
               young
               ones
               for
               their
               food
               ,
               
            
             
               Are
               taught
               by
               her
               betimes
               to
               suck
               up
               blood
               :
            
             
               
                 For
                 where
                 the
                 slain
                 in
                 clustered
                 heaps
                 do
                 ly
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Thither
                 the
                 Eagle
                 ,
                 with
                 her
                 brood
                 doth
                 fly
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             Cap.
             XL.
             
          
           
             
               THus
               the
               Almighty
               having
               fully
               showen
               
            
             
               What
               was
               to
               the
               afflicted
               man
               unknowen
               ;
            
             
               (
               For
               all
               the
               wit
               ,
               to
               which
               he
               laid
               pretence
               )
            
             
               From
               what
               was
               said
               ,
               he
               draws
               this
               inference
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               since
               ,
               he
               says
               ,
               I
               now
               do
               plainly
               see
               
            
             
               These
               questions
               on
               the
               Creatures
               puzzle
               thee
            
             
               To
               frame
               an
               answer
               to
               'em
               :
               sure
               if
               I
            
             
               Should
               ask
               what
               think'st
               of
               my
               Divinity
               ,
            
             
               And
               what
               a
               mighty
               one
               thou
               didst
               suppose
            
             
               Thy
               God
               must
               be
               ,
               who
               made
               both
               thee
               ,
               and
               those
            
             
               Of
               which
               I
               've
               question'd
               thee
               ,
               thou'd
               far
               less
               know
            
             
               What
               answer
               thou
               should'st
               make
               ;
               why
               even
               so
            
             
               When
               thou
               cry'st
               out
               thou
               art
               oppress'd
               with
               pain
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               afflictions
               dost
               so
               oft
               complain
               :
            
             
               Asking
               a
               reason
               why
               thou
               art
               thus
               vex't
               ,
            
             
               Why
               thus
               with
               woes
               ,
               and
               miseries
               perplex't
               ?
            
             
               And
               gladly
               wouldst
               thy
               Case
               with
               me
               debate
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               dost
               not
               understand
               what
               thou
               dost
               prate
               .
            
             
               For
               if
               thou
               dost
               not
               understand
               the
               Creature
               ,
            
             
               And
               cannot
               comprehend
               
                 the
                 works
                 of
                 Nature
              
               ,
            
             
               O
               how
               much
               less
               :
               —
               —
            
             
               Wil
               t
               understand
               the
               
                 works
                 of
                 Providence
              
               ,
            
             
               Which
               both
               transcend
               
                 thy
                 Reason
                 ,
                 and
                 thy
                 Sense
                 ?
              
            
          
           
             
               Then
               be
               not
               curious
               any
               more
               to
               know
            
             
               The
               reason
               why
               thou
               art
               afflicted
               so
               :
            
             
               Because
               what
               state
               of
               life
               doth
               best
               agree
               ,
            
             
               And
               what
               is
               most
               convenient
               for
               thee
            
             
               At
               any
               time
               ,
               is
               only
               knowen
               to
               me
               .
            
             
               Though
               you
               of
               Mortal
               Race
               imagine
               when
            
             
               I
               let
               Afflictions
               out
               on
               
                 pious
                 men
              
               ;
            
             
               I
               seem
               to
               counteract
               what
               all
               of
               you
            
             
               Firmly
               conclude
               to
               Piety
               is
               due
               :
            
             
               So
               what
               I
               long
               since
               have
               premeditate
               ,
            
             
               And
               from
               Eternity
               predestinate
               ,
            
             
             
               For
               any
               of
               you
               ,
               when
               it
               takes
               effect
               ,
            
             
               Because
               it
               is
               not
               such
               ,
               as
               you
               expect
               ,
            
             
               Your
               ignorance
               makes
               you
               admire
               to
               see
               ,
            
             
               What
               knowingly
               is
               brought
               to
               pass
               by
               me
               .
            
             
               Forbear
               hereafter
               then
               t'
               expostulate
            
             
               Upon
               thy
               case
               ,
               or
               offer
               to
               debate
            
             
               With
               me
               ,
               who
               gave
               thee
               life
               :
               know
               therefore
               thou
               ,
            
             
               Who
               seem'st
               to
               teach
               me
               what
               I
               ought
               to
               do
               ,
            
             
               That
               were
               it
               not
               I
               have
               some
               kindness
               yet
            
             
               For
               thee
               ,
               and
               will
               not
               totally
               forget
            
             
               Thy
               
                 former
                 actions
              
               :
               I
               would
               let
               thee
               see
            
             
               What
               it
               is
               truly
               to
               contend
               with
               me
               :
            
             
               And
               show
               thee
               how
               ,
               when
               with
               afflictions
               cross't
            
             
               Others
               are
               humbled
               ,
               thou
               appear'st
               to
               boast
            
             
               Of
               
                 thy
                 great
                 merits
              
               ,
               and
               presumptuously
            
             
               Dost
               think
               thou
               meet'st
               with
               incongruity
               ,
            
             
               In
               these
               my
               Dispensations
               :
               know
               then
               ,
               know
            
             
               I
               will
               not
               suffer
               thee
               to
               bluster
               so
               ,
            
             
               In
               
                 thy
                 mad
                 humours
              
               ,
               on
               my
               providence
               ;
            
             
               Or
               canvass
               thus
               my
               actings
               ,
               but
               from
               hence
            
             
               I
               do
               command
               thee
               silence
               ;
               speak
               not
               then
            
             
               In
               thy
               late
               Gibbrish
               :
               —
               do
               no
               more
               complain
            
             
               Of
               my
               proceedings
               —
               no
               —
               for
               if
               thou
               do
               it
               .
            
             
               He
               that
               reproves
               his
               God
               ,
               let
               him
               see
               to
               it
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               now
               the
               man
               ,
               who
               formerly
               did
               speak
               
            
             
               
                 In
                 a
                 bold
                 tone
                 ,
                 and
                 lofty
                 dialect
              
               ;
            
             
               Who
               thought
               he
               so
               well
               understood
               his
               case
               ,
            
             
               As
               he
               could
               even
               debate
               it
               face
               to
               face
               ,
            
             
               With
               God
               himself
               :
               all
               overcome
               with
               fear
               ,
            
             
               Just
               like
               a
               man
               condemn'd
               ,
               doth
               now
               appear
               :
            
             
               With
               Joynts
               all
               trembling
               ,
               Visage
               pale
               ,
               and
               lean
               ,
            
             
               Eyes
               sunk
               so
               hollow
               ,
               as
               if
               he
               had
               been
            
             
               Within
               an
               hour
               to
               die
               .
               —
            
             
               At
               the
               appearance
               of
               his
               Judge
               afraid
               ,
            
             
               Prostrate
               upon
               the
               ground
               ,
               to
               all
               was
               said
               ,
            
             
               He
               only
               this
               short
               ,
               humble
               answer
               made
               .
            
          
           
             
               Why
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               sayes
               he
               ,
               I
               freely
               do
               confess
               
            
             
               
                 I
                 am
                 all
                 sin
                 ,
                 I
                 am
                 all
                 guiltiness
                 :
              
            
             
               
                 I
                 am
                 all
                 vileness
              
               ,
               nay
               I
               am
               not
               able
            
             
               By
               strength
               of
               words
               t'
               express
               how
               despicable
            
             
               And
               mean
               a
               thing
               I
               am
               ;
               what
               dost
               expect
               ?
            
             
               What
               answer
               ,
               Lord
               ;
               can
               such
               as
               I
               am
               make
               ,
            
             
               To
               all
               thy
               questions
               ?
               what
               ,
               good
               Lord
               ,
               I
               pray
            
             
               Can
               such
               a
               
                 silly
                 Worm
              
               as
               I
               am
               say
            
             
               To
               all
               thou
               dost
               demand
               ?
               —
               no
               I
               will
               lay
            
             
               My
               hand
               upon
               my
               mouth
               :
               I
               will
               forbear
            
             
               My
               former
               language
               ,
               and
               with
               silence
               hear
            
             
               What
               thou
               wilt
               speak
               ,
               for
               now
               I
               clearly
               see
            
             
               There
               's
               no
               more
               arguing
               in
               the
               case
               for
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               ,
               since
               what
               I
               have
               spoke
               has
               giv'n
               offence
               
            
             
               To
               thee
               ,
               good
               Lord
               ,
               I
               shall
               forbear
               from
               hence
            
             
               To
               speak
               one
               word
               ,
               as
               I
               have
               done
               before
               ,
            
             
               But
               here
               shut
               up
               my
               mouth
               ,
               and
               speak
               no
               more
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               To
               this
               th'
               Almighty
               soon
               did
               answer
               make
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               out
               of
               Whirlwind
               ,
               thus
               again
               did
               speak
               .
            
          
           
             
               Well
               now
               I
               see
               thou
               art
               convinc'd
               that
               what
               
            
             
               In
               thy
               wild
               ravings
               thou
               hast
               spoke
               of
               late
            
             
               Deserves
               reproof
               ;
               I
               see
               thou
               hast
               some
               sense
            
             
               Of
               
                 thy
                 extravagant
                 impatience
              
               ;
            
             
               But
               notwithstanding
               all
               that
               thou
               hast
               said
            
             
               Has
               not
               
                 such
                 total
                 satisfaction
              
               made
            
             
               As
               I
               require
               :
               I
               'le
               therefore
               question
               thee
            
             
               Again
               what
               are
               thy
               thoughts
               concerning
               me
               ;
            
             
               Go
               to
               then
               ,
               and
               behave
               thee
               like
               a
               man
            
             
               I
               will
               demand
               thee
               ,
               answer
               if
               thou
               can
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thou
               sayst
               
                 that
                 thou
                 art
                 righteous
                 ,
                 dost
                 not
                 know
              
               
            
             
               
                 Iniquity
                 i'
                 th'
                 least
              
               :
               —
               why
               be
               it
               so
               :
               —
            
             
               Then
               here
               the
               question
               lyes
               'twixt
               me
               and
               thee
               ,
            
             
               Which
               of
               us
               two
               most
               righteous
               must
               be
               :
            
             
               
                 For
                 either
                 I
                 in
                 my
                 proceedings
                 must
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Or
                 thou
                 in
                 thy
                 complaining
                 be
                 unjust
                 :
              
            
             
               Ther
               is
               no
               medium
               ,
               as
               the
               Case
               doth
               ly
               :
            
             
               And
               thinkst
               thou
               this
               the
               way
               to
               justify
            
             
               Thy self
               ,
               by
               quarrelling
               of
               my
               equity
               ?
            
             
               Consider
               well
               what
               thou
               hast
               done
               ,
               reflect
            
             
               Upon
               thy
               misdemeanors
               ;
               recollect
            
             
               Thy
               Reason
               ,
               and
               examine
               how
               of
               late
            
             
               Thou
               with
               thy
               Maker
               hast
               expostulate
               :
            
             
               Then
               judge
               thy self
               ,
               if
               for
               what
               thou
               hast
               said
            
             
               Thou
               dost
               not
               merit
               to
               be
               punished
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               now
               I
               ask
               thee
               ,
               canst
               thou
               in
               the
               least
               
            
             
               Give
               room
               to
               such
               a
               motion
               in
               thy
               breast
            
             
               
                 That
                 any
                 thing
                 like
                 parity
                 can
                 be
              
            
             
               
                 But
                 even
                 suppos'd
                 betwixt
                 thy
                 God
                 ,
                 and
                 thee
                 ?
              
            
             
               That
               thou
               shouldst
               value
               thy
               own
               righteousness
            
             
               At
               such
               a
               rate
               !
               and
               so
               thy self
               express
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               t'
               afflict
               so
               good
               a
               man
               as
               thee
               ,
            
             
               Did
               savour
               of
               iniquity
               in
               me
               .
            
             
               Well
               wherein
               then
               dost
               think
               th'
               equality
            
             
               Can
               be
               conceiv'd
               'twixt
               God
               and
               thee
               to
               ly
               ?
            
             
               Canst
               '
               make
               
                 huge
                 Armies
              
               at
               thy
               call
               assemble
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               uplifted
               hand
               make
               Nations
               tremble
               ?
            
             
               Canst
               make
               the
               
                 Sco●ts
                 of
                 Lightnings
              
               fly
               abroad
               ,
            
             
               And
               manage
               Thunder
               ,
               with
               a
               voice
               ,
               like
               God
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Canst
               '
               thou
               appear
               
                 in
                 splendid
                 majesty
              
               ,
               
            
             
               Equal
               in
               beauty
               ,
               and
               excellency
               ;
            
             
               With
               me
               ?
               can
               thou
               ,
               
                 poor-dying
                 man
              
               ,
               display
            
             
               Such
               glory
               ,
               and
               thy self
               with
               light
               array
               ,
            
             
               More
               bright
               then
               th'
               Sun
               at
               Noon-tide
               of
               the
               day
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Canst
               thou
               send
               out
               the
               
                 Serjeants
                 of
                 thy
                 Wrath
              
               ,
               
            
             
               Bring
               in
               the
               proud
               ,
               and
               prosecute
               to
               death
            
             
               All
               those
               who
               dare
               presumptuously
               dream
            
             
               They
               're
               such
               ,
               as
               I
               can
               hardly
               humble
               them
               :
            
             
               Canst
               thou
               ,
               
                 sad
                 Creature
              
               ,
               cover
               such
               with
               shame
               ?
            
             
               As
               I
               can
               do
               ?
               canst
               in
               the
               view
               of
               all
            
             
               With
               great
               contempt
               make
               such
               high-soarers
               fall
            
             
             
               From
               top
               of
               all
               the
               hopes
               ,
               which
               they
               conceive
            
             
               Down
               to
               the
               very
               bottom
               of
               the
               Grave
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Canst
               break
               the
               Projects
               long
               time
               harch'd
               by
               such
               ,
               
            
             
               
                 As
                 are
                 ambitious
                 to
                 command
                 too
                 much
                 :
              
            
             
               Who
               vex
               their
               Neighbours
               with
               
                 unjust
                 Pretences
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               will
               not
               hearken
               to
               their
               
                 just
                 Defences
              
               ;
            
             
               But
               with
               their
               Sword
               in
               hand
               ,
               do
               boldly
               seize
            
             
               On
               what
               they
               can
               ,
               and
               do
               even
               what
               they
               please
               :
            
             
               Whom
               Oaths
               ,
               and
               Treaties
               can
               no
               longer
               tye
               ,
            
             
               Then
               with
               fresh
               Troops
               they
               can
               themselves
               supply
               ▪
            
             
               Which
               done
               ,
               —
               —
            
             
               A
               Quarrel
               suitable
               to
               their
               design
            
             
               Is
               slily
               fabricate
               ,
               and
               then
               the
               Mine
            
             
               Doth
               quickly
               spring
               ,
               and
               at
               
                 the
                 Trumpets
                 sound
              
               ,
            
             
               The
               peaceful
               Nations
               are
               involv'd
               around
            
             
               In
               Blood
               again
               ;
               whilst
               the
               
                 voracious
                 things
              
            
             
               Mounted
               aloft
               upon
               
                 Ambitions
                 wings
              
               ,
            
             
               With
               confidence
               at
               no
               less
               Prey
               do
               fly
               ,
            
             
               Then
               that
               of
               
                 universal
                 Monarchy
              
               .
            
             
               Do'st
               thou
               then
               ,
               —
               thou
               —
               ,
               thou
               
                 man
                 of
                 words
              
               ,
               do'st
               know
            
             
               The
               ways
               and
               methods
               how
               to
               bring
               such
               low
               ?
            
             
               Canst
               '
               take
               them
               down
               ?
               can'st
               their
               ambition
               crush
               ,
            
             
               And
               make
               those
               
                 mighty
                 Conquerours
              
               sadly
               blush
            
             
               To
               see
               themselves
               out-done
               by
               such
               as
               they
            
             
               Did
               look
               upon
               as
               conquer'd
               't
               other
               day
               ?
            
             
               And
               where
               their
               Armies
               us'd
               abroad
               to
               roam
               ,
            
             
               Canst
               '
               turn
               the
               chace
               ,
               and
               give
               them
               work
               at
               home
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Canst
               '
               crumble
               all
               these
               men
               in
               dust
               together
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               send
               them
               ,
               with
               their
               glory
               ,
               who
               knows
               whither
               ?
            
             
               In
               some
               dark
               corner
               canst
               thou
               make
               them
               die
               ,
            
             
               Where
               they
               're
               attended
               by
               no
               
                 weeping
                 eye
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               not
               in
               publick
               ,
               where
               the
               
                 pitying
                 Croud
              
            
             
               Of
               curious
               Spectators
               can
               make
               proud
            
             
               The
               dying
               Wretches
               ,
               
                 where
                 they
                 cann't
                 declaim
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Or
                 bribe
                 the
                 favour
                 of
                 a
                 whiffling
                 same
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 By
                 a
                 set
                 speech
              
               :
            
             
               Where
               none
               are
               present
               ,
               where
               no
               standers
               by
               ▪
            
             
               Observe
               with
               what
               composed
               looks
               they
               die
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               spoil
               
                 Deaths
                 beloved
                 Pageantry
              
               ?
            
          
           
             
               If
               all
               this
               thou
               canst
               do
               ,
               then
               I
               'le
               confess
               
            
             
               And
               willingly
               acknowledge
               thou'
               rt
               no
               less
            
             
               In
               power
               then
               I
               am
               ,
               and
               that
               thou
               canst
               save
            
             
               By
               thy
               own
               strength
               thy
               body
               from
               the
               Grave
               .
            
             
               But
               since
               thou
               are
               a
               man
               so
               mean
               ,
               and
               weak
               ,
            
             
               As
               thou
               canst
               hardly
               speak
               what
               I
               can
               act
               :
            
          
           
             
               Then
               O
               ,
               
                 poor
                 Mortal
              
               ,
               how
               I
               pity
               thee
               
            
             
               That
               proudly
               offerest
               to
               debate
               with
               me
            
             
               Not
               knowing
               ,
               as
               thou
               shouldst
               do
               ,
               who
               I
               am
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               valuing
               the
               glory
               of
               my
               Name
            
             
               At
               its
               true
               rate
               :
               for
               if
               thou
               didst
               but
               know
            
             
               With
               whom
               thou
               hadst
               to
               do
               ,
               thou
               hadst
               not
               so
            
             
               Express'd
               thy self
               ,
               as
               thou
               of
               late
               has
               done
               ,
            
             
               Like
               mad-man
               ,
               in
               the
               view
               o'
               th'
               open
               Sun.
            
             
               For
               thou
               must
               know
               that
               I
               who
               form'd
               both
               thee
            
             
               And
               all
               what
               thou
               around
               dost
               hear
               ,
               or
               see
               ,
            
             
             
               Must
               know
               how
               all
               things
               should
               be
               governed
               ,
            
             
               Better
               then
               any
               creature
               I
               have
               made
               .
            
             
               Know
               then
               ,
               that
               though
               on
               Earth
               there
               were
               no
               more
            
             
               T'
               expresse
               my
               power
               ,
               then
               those
               of
               which
               before
            
             
               I
               've
               made
               relation
               :
               yet
               since
               they
               transcend
            
             
               Thy
               knowledge
               ,
               and
               thou
               cans't
               not
               comprehend
            
             
               How
               ,
               and
               for
               what
               use
               they
               at
               first
               were
               fram'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               why
               not
               men
               ,
               as
               well
               as
               beasts
               were
               nam'd
               ,
            
             
               I
               'll
               show
               thee
               in
               two
               special
               instances
               ,
            
             
               The
               one
               on
               Land
               ,
               the
               other
               on
               the
               Seas
               ,
            
             
               How
               much
               my
               creatures
               do
               my
               worth
               expresse
               .
            
          
           
             
               Observe
               then
               Behemoth
               a
               first-rate
               creature
               ,
            
             
               A
               beast
               indeed
               of
               a
               
                 stupendious
                 feature
              
               ,
            
             
               Which
               you
               may
               think
               is
               that
               which
               you
               do
               call
            
             
               The
               Elephant
               :
               —
               well
               then
               ,
               there
               's
               one
               for
               all
               ,
            
             
               Observe
               his
               body
               ,
               how
               he
               doth
               exceed
            
             
               In
               bulk
               all
               creatures
               that
               on
               Earth
               do
               feed
               .
            
             
               This
               same
               
                 huge
                 Animal
              
               I
               did
               create
               :
            
             
               This
               
                 bulky
                 thing
              
               these
               hands
               did
               fabricate
               :
            
             
               And
               yet
               for
               all
               his
               bulk
               ,
               and
               vast
               extent
            
             
               Of
               bones
               ,
               and
               sinews
               I
               made
               him
               content
            
             
               With
               the
               
                 poor
                 Oxe
              
               ,
               that
               labours
               in
               the
               plow
               ,
            
             
               To
               feed
               on
               grasse
               ,
               and
               Hay
               ,
               and
               glad
               so
               too
               .
            
          
           
             
               Observe
               then
               ,
               Job
               ,
               of
               how
               much
               strength
               ,
               and
               force
               
            
             
               This
               creature
               is
               ,
               exceeding
               far
               the
               Horse
               ,
            
             
               And
               Lyon
               :
               for
               all
               creatures
               in
               the
               field
               ,
            
             
               To
               th'
               Elephant
               in
               force
               ,
               and
               strength
               do
               yeeld
               .
            
             
               His
               legs
               ,
               like
               
                 brazen
                 pillars
              
               ,
               do
               sustain
            
             
               His
               close-built
               body
               ,
               which
               with
               little
               pain
            
             
               They
               bear
               from
               place
               to
               place
               ,
               as
               he
               doth
               ramble
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               all
               the
               other
               beasts
               in
               forrest
               tremble
            
             
               At
               his
               appearance
               :
               no
               less
               honouring
            
             
               That
               stately
               creature
               ,
               then
               he
               were
               their
               king
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               his
               proboscis
               in
               the
               Air
               he
               shakes
               ,
               
            
             
               With
               violence
               ,
               he
               such
               a
               figure
               makes
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               a
               tall
               ,
               and
               lofty
               Cedar
               spread
               ,
            
             
               Its
               Trunk
               ,
               with
               all
               its
               boughs
               above
               its
               head
               .
            
             
               'T
               is
               wonderful
               to
               think
               what
               strength
               doth
               ly
            
             
               In
               this
               proboscis
               ,
               what
               activity
               ,
            
             
               What
               art
               ,
               what
               cunning
               ,
               what
               dexterity
               .
            
             
               When
               with
               it
               ,
               as
               one
               with
               his
               hand
               would
               do
               ,
            
             
               He
               'll
               mannage
               
                 Faulchion
                 ,
                 Sword
                 ,
                 and
                 Dagger
              
               too
               ?
            
             
               When
               with
               it
               he
               on
               man
               ,
               or
               beast
               will
               seize
               ,
            
             
               Lift
               them
               from
               ground
               ,
               and
               throw
               'em
               up
               with
               ease
               ,
            
             
               To
               th'
               Garrison
               o'
               th'
               Tower
               upon
               his
               back
               ,
            
             
               Where
               they
               are
               kill'd
               :
               the
               sinews
               ,
               which
               do
               make
            
             
               His
               Trunk
               so
               strong
               ,
               are
               twisted
               so
               together
               ,
            
             
               As
               branches
               of
               a
               tree
               ,
               and
               move
               it
               hither
               ,
            
             
               And
               thither
               ,
               as
               it
               pleaseth
               wantonly
               ,
            
             
               Though
               big
               ,
               and
               long
               ,
               with
               great
               agility
               .
            
          
           
             
               Like
               
                 staves
                 of
                 brass
              
               his
               great
               bones
               do
               appear
               ,
               
            
             
               His
               lesser
               bones
               
                 like
                 bars
                 of
                 Iron
              
               are
               .
            
          
           
             
               Amongst
               the
               beasts
               he
               terrible
               appears
               ,
               
            
             
               His
               Trunk
               the
               Horse
               in
               battel
               only
               fears
               :
            
             
             
               The
               Lion
               ,
               when
               he
               sees
               him
               ,
               shrinks
               apace
               ,
            
             
               The
               Tiger
               dares
               not
               look
               him
               in
               the
               face
               :
            
             
               The
               Boar
               ,
               the
               
                 wild
                 Bull
                 ▪
              
               the
               Rhinoceros
               ,
            
             
               The
               Unicorn
               ,
               and
               Panther
               are
               but
               dross
            
             
               Beside
               pure
               mettal
               .
               when
               with
               him
               compar'd
               ,
            
             
               The
               Stag
               ,
               the
               Bear
               ,
               the
               Wolf
               ,
               and
               Leopard
            
             
               Are
               all
               afraid
               of
               him
               ,
               and
               run
               for
               fear
               ,
            
             
               When
               ,
               
                 like
                 a
                 walking-Tower
              
               ,
               he
               doth
               appear
               .
            
             
               Yea
               ,
               
                 man
                 himself
              
               no
               less
               amaz'd
               doth
               fly
               ,
            
             
               When
               he
               perceives
               this
               dreadful
               Beast
               draw
               nigh
               .
            
             
               For
               when
               you
               men
               do
               in
               closs
               Battel
               stand
               ,
            
             
               And
               threatning
               Swords
               appear
               in
               every
               hand
               ,
            
             
               With
               many
               Bows
               ,
               and
               Shields
               ,
               and
               many
               Spears
               ,
            
             
               And
               
                 pointed
                 Launces
              
               ,
               yet
               he
               shrewdly
               fears
            
             
               Th'
               approach
               of
               this
               
                 four-footed
                 Warriour
              
               ;
            
             
               Whose
               blows
               and
               throwings
               he
               cannot
               endure
               .
            
             
               Yet
               
                 this
                 same
                 dreadful
                 Beast
              
               ,
               I
               can
               with
               ease
            
             
               Beat
               down
               ,
               like
               other
               creatures
               ,
               when
               I
               please
               ,
            
             
               For
               though
               —
            
             
               By
               reason
               of
               his
               
                 bloods
                 frigidity
              
               ,
            
             
               He
               sometimes
               lives
               a
               
                 hundred
                 years
              
               ,
               yet
               I
               ,
            
             
               Who
               made
               him
               live
               ,
               can
               make
               him
               sooner
               die
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               now
               this
               Beast
               ,
               as
               dreadful
               as
               he
               is
               ,
               
            
             
               Is
               tame
               ,
               and
               gently
               peaceable
               in
               this
               ,
            
             
               That
               with
               the
               other
               Creatures
               ,
               who
               do
               breed
            
             
               Upon
               the
               Mountains
               ,
               he
               on
               Grass
               doth
               feed
               ;
            
             
               As
               if
               they
               were
               his
               equals
               every
               day
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               round
               him
               all
               the
               lesser
               Beasts
               do
               play
               ,
            
             
               Now
               fearless
               ,
               not
               suspecting
               in
               the
               least
            
             
               The
               killing
               wrath
               of
               this
               
                 familiar
                 Beast
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               though
               by
               day
               he
               on
               the
               Hills
               doth
               feed
               ,
               
            
             
               When
               night
               approaches
               he
               doth
               make
               his
               bed
            
             
               In
               warmer
               places
               ,
               and
               delights
               to
               ly
            
             
               Under
               the
               sweet
               ,
               and
               spacious
               Canopy
            
             
               Of
               some
               small
               
                 branching
                 Oak
              
               :
               where
               this
               tall
               Beast
            
             
               As
               in
               a
               Pallace
               doth
               securely
               rest
               :
            
             
               Or
               under
               covert
               of
               
                 Bull-rushes
                 ,
                 Reeds
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Low-spreading
                 Willows
                 ,
                 or
                 thick
                 bushy
                 Weeds
                 ,
              
            
             
               That
               flourish
               about
               Fenns
               ,
               and
               Marishes
               ,
            
             
               And
               there
               he
               lays
               him
               down
               ,
               and
               sleeps
               with
               ease
               .
            
          
           
             
               Under
               the
               shadow
               of
               the
               Trees
               he
               lyes
               ,
               
            
             
               Couching
               upon
               his
               Belly
               ,
               with
               his
               Thighs
            
             
               And
               Legs
               laid
               under
               him
               ,
               
                 and
                 doth
                 not
                 lean
              
            
             
               
                 Upon
                 the
                 Trunk
                 o'
                 th'
                 Tree
                 ,
                 as
                 some
                 do
                 faign
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 'Cause
                 wanting
                 Joynts
                 ,
                 he
                 could
                 not
                 rise
                 again
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Should
                 he
                 ly
                 down
              
               :
               no
               ,
               but
               as
               other
               Beasts
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               his
               bulk
               ,
               he
               feeds
               ,
               he
               moves
               ,
               he
               rests
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               to
               the
               River
               he
               for
               drink
               draws
               nigh
               ,
               
            
             
               Like
               other
               Beasts
               ,
               he
               drinks
               not
               hastily
               ,
            
             
               
                 As
                 if
                 the
                 Huntsman
                 ,
                 with
                 his
                 Hounds
                 were
                 by
                 :
              
            
             
               Nor
               stands
               he
               on
               the
               Bank
               ,
               but
               boldly
               wades
            
             
               Into
               the
               Channel
               ,
               and
               securely
               treads
            
             
               The
               
                 ouzy
                 Bottom
              
               ,
               whilst
               his
               bulk
               doth
               seem
            
             
               To
               stop
               the
               very
               current
               of
               the
               stream
               .
            
             
               For
               ,
               ere
               he
               drink
               ,
               he
               plunges
               for
               some
               time
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               with
               his
               feet
               doth
               raise
               ,
               and
               mix
               the
               slime
               ,
            
             
               O'
               th
               ▪
               bottome
               with
               the
               current
               ,
               till
               it
               be
            
             
               So
               thick
               ,
               and
               muddy
               ,
               as
               he
               cannot
               see
            
             
               His
               feet
               below
               him
               ,
               for
               he
               doth
               not
               care
            
             
               To
               drink
               the
               water
               ,
               when
               't
               is
               pure
               ,
               and
               clear
               ,
            
             
               As
               other
               beasts
               are
               us'd
               to
               do
               ,
               but
               when
            
             
               He
               has
               thus
               troubled
               all
               about
               him
               ,
               then
            
             
               He
               drinks
               securely
               at
               his
               ease
               ,
               and
               leasure
               ,
            
             
               Void
               of
               all
               fear
               ,
               with
               great
               delight
               ,
               and
               pleasure
               .
            
             
               Yes
               ,
               
                 Tuns
                 of
                 Water
              
               to
               appease
               his
               drouth
               ,
            
             
               He
               by
               his
               Trunk
               doth
               pump
               into
               his
               mouth
               .
            
             
               Nay
               ,
               should
               he
               chance
               by
               Jordans
               streams
               to
               graze
            
             
               He
               'd
               drain
               that
               River
               in
               not
               many
               days
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               in
               his
               thirst
               he
               greedily
               doth
               seem
               ,
               
            
             
               As
               at
               one
               draught
               ,
               hee
               'd
               swallow
               up
               the
               stream
               :
            
             
               And
               then
               he
               drinks
               too
               ,
               with
               such
               eagerness
               ,
            
             
               As
               though
               both
               Reeds
               and
               Bushes
               he
               doth
               press
            
             
               For
               water
               ,
               and
               what
               else
               doth
               him
               oppose
               ,
            
             
               He
               bores
               it
               through
               with
               his
               
                 prodigious
                 nose
              
               .
            
             
               Now
               this
               same
               creature
               ,
               though
               he
               doth
               excell
            
             
               In
               strength
               ,
               both
               thee
               ,
               and
               all
               on
               earth
               that
               dwell
               ;
            
             
               Yet
               owes
               he
               all
               this
               strength
               to
               me
               alone
               ,
            
             
               Who
               gave
               it
               to
               him
               ,
               and
               will
               stoop
               to
               none
               ,
            
             
               But
               me
               ,
               for
               while
               he
               has
               my
               liberty
               ,
            
             
               He
               lives
               ,
               when
               I
               recall
               it
               ,
               instantly
            
             
               For
               all
               his
               strength
               ,
               he
               must
               ly
               down
               ,
               and
               dy
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Cap.
             XLI
             .
          
           
             
               THus
               having
               shown
               thee
               how
               I
               do
               command
               
            
             
               All
               things
               that
               have
               their
               beeing
               on
               the
               land
               :
            
             
               Now
               I
               'le
               inform
               thee
               of
               
                 my
                 pow'r
                 at
                 Sea
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               show
               thee
               what
               vast
               Creatures
               too
               there
               be
            
             
               Within
               
                 that
                 District
              
               ,
               which
               though
               they
               appear
            
             
               To
               thee
               ,
               and
               others
               ,
               to
               be
               Soveraign
               there
               ;
            
             
               And
               by
               their
               bulks
               ,
               to
               those
               ,
               who
               Plow
               the
               Seas
            
             
               Would
               something
               like
               
                 unlimit
                 power
              
               express
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               they
               are
               but
               my
               Vassals
               ,
               and
               are
               even
            
             
               Subject
               to
               th'
               
                 Admirality
                 of
                 Heaven
              
               ,
            
             
               As
               well
               as
               all
               the
               smallest
               Fishes
               are
               ,
            
             
               That
               swiming
               in
               the
               Ocean
               appear
               .
            
             
               To
               give
               you
               then
               for
               all
               ,
               one
               notable
               ,
            
             
               And
               famous
               instance
               ,
               as
               most
               suitable
            
             
               To
               my
               intent
               :
               I
               'd
               have
               thee
               seriously
            
             
               Observe
               (
               but
               with
               a
               meditating
               eye
               )
            
             
               The
               
                 Princely
                 Leviathan
              
               ,
               such
               a
               creature
               ,
            
             
               As
               shall
               hereafter
               furnish
               no
               small
               matter
            
             
               Of
               dispute
               in
               your
               
                 solemn
                 Homilies
              
               ,
            
             
               What
               this
               same
               Leviathan
               signifies
               .
            
             
               But
               whatsoe're
               it
               be
               ,
               it
               is
               a
               thing
            
             
               Of
               such
               a
               force
               ,
               beyond
               all
               reasoning
               ,
            
             
             
               As
               all
               the
               force
               of
               man
               cannot
               subdue
               ,
            
             
               And
               where
               
                 it
                 swimes
                 is
                 yet
                 but
                 known
                 to
                 few
                 .
              
            
             
               Canst
               draw
               this
               Leviathan
               then
               ,
               with
               ease
            
             
               By
               simple
               hook
               ,
               or
               line
               out
               of
               the
               Seas
               ,
            
             
               Like
               other
               Fishes
               ?
               hale
               him
               on
               the
               Land
               ,
            
             
               By
               force
               of
               rops
               ,
               and
               kill
               him
               on
               the
               sand
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Canst
               thou
               with
               angle
               catch
               this
               Fish
               ?
               canst
               thou
               ,
               
            
             
               When
               catch'd
               ,
               as
               men
               with
               
                 lesser
                 Fishes
              
               do
               ,
            
             
               String
               him
               upon
               a
               
                 hook
                 ,
                 a
                 thorn
                 ,
                 or
                 cleck
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               bear
               him
               lightly
               home
               upon
               thy
               back
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Dost
               think
               ,
               if
               thou
               should
               catch
               him
               ,
               that
               he
               'll
               cry
               ,
               
            
             
               To
               thee
               for
               quarter
               ,
               and
               degeneratly
            
             
               Offer
               to
               be
               thy
               slave
               ,
               as
               th'
               Elephant
               ,
            
          
           
             
               And
               all
               the
               other
               beasts
               will
               covenant
               
            
             
               To
               save
               their
               lives
               ?
               or
               will
               he
               offer
               thee
               ,
            
             
               As
               others
               do
               ,
               a
               ransom
               to
               be
               free
               ?
            
             
               Dost
               think
               he
               'll
               supplicat
               ,
               and
               speak
               thee
               fair
               ,
            
             
               That
               thou
               forsooth
               in
               pity
               shouldst
               him
               spare
               ,
            
             
               And
               not
               with
               Hatchet
               cut
               him
               down
               to
               pieces
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               his
               bulk
               make
               havock
               ,
               as
               thou
               pleases
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Canst
               tame
               him
               so
               by
               art
               ,
               as
               thou
               canst
               make
               
            
             
               Thy
               boys
               in
               playing
               with
               him
               pleasure
               take
               ,
            
             
               As
               they
               with
               other
               beasts
               are
               used
               to
               do
               ,
            
             
               And
               birds
               of
               several
               species
               ?
               canst
               thou
               ,
            
             
               As
               with
               a
               pretty
               linnet
               ,
               with
               him
               dandle
               ?
            
             
               And
               make
               him
               gentle
               
                 for
                 thy
                 girles
                 to
                 handle
              
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Upon
               him
               shalt
               thou
               ,
               and
               thy
               partners
               feast
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               of
               his
               fat
               ,
               and
               oily
               bulk
               
                 make
                 waste
              
               ?
            
             
               Gobbets
               of
               him
               to
               friends
               ,
               as
               tokens
               send
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               each
               merchant
               give
               his
               dividend
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Dar'st
               thou
               with
               
                 barbed
                 Irons
              
               boldly
               fall
               
            
             
               Upon
               this
               Fish
               ,
               as
               men
               do
               on
               a
               Whale
               ,
            
             
               And
               when
               his
               body
               is
               stuck
               full
               of
               these
               ,
            
             
               Let
               him
               at
               ropes-end
               tumble
               in
               the
               Seas
               ;
            
             
               Till
               overcome
               with
               pain
               ,
               he
               forcibly
            
             
               Doth
               rush
               his
               belly
               on
               the
               shore
               ,
               and
               dy
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Do
               —
               lay
               thy
               hands
               upon
               him
               ,
               then
               thou
               'lt
               see
               
            
             
               By
               sad
               experience
               ,
               he
               is
               not
               to
               be
            
             
               So
               tamely
               catch'd
               :
               thou'lt
               see
               what
               he
               can
               do
               ,
            
             
               What
               cunning
               art
               he
               will
               practise
               ,
               and
               how
            
             
               To
               save
               his
               life
               ,
               he
               'll
               all
               his
               force
               assemble
               ,
            
             
               And
               make
               the
               very
               stoutest
               of
               you
               tremble
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               ,
               as
               thou
               wouldst
               desire
               to
               live
               ,
               forbear
               
            
             
               T'
               assault
               this
               war-like
               thing
               with
               
                 hook
                 or
                 spear
              
               :
            
             
               That
               man
               who
               thinks
               to
               catch
               him
               ,
               is
               not
               wise
               ,
            
             
               For
               he
               can
               kill
               one
               with
               his
               very
               eyes
               .
            
          
           
             
               Since
               then
               there
               's
               none
               of
               you
               ,
               who
               dares
               attacque
               
            
             
               This
               mortal
               creature
               ,
               which
               my
               hands
               did
               make
               :
            
             
               Since
               no
               man
               dares
               contend
               with
               him
               :
               who
               's
               he
            
             
               That
               lives
               on
               Earth
               ,
               and
               dares
               contend
               with
               me
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Who
               's
               he
               amongst
               you
               all
               ,
               that
               dares
               contend
               
            
             
               With
               me
               ?
               who
               's
               he
               of
               you
               ,
               that
               dares
               pretend
            
             
               
                 By
                 any
                 merit
                 t'
                 have
                 oblig'd
                 me
                 so
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 That
                 I
                 should
                 to
                 him
                 any
                 kindness
                 show
                 ?
              
            
             
             
               Fools
               that
               you
               are
               !
               doth
               even
               the
               best
               of
               you
               ,
            
             
               By
               all
               your
               
                 tears
                 ,
                 good
                 works
                 ,
                 and
                 fastings
              
               too
               ,
            
             
               Or
               any
               thing
               that
               man
               on
               Earth
               can
               doe
            
             
               Suppose
               you
               can
               
                 of
                 Heaven
                 a
                 purchase
                 make
              
               ,
            
             
               Or
               of
               your
               God
               ,
               in
               gratitude
               expect
               ,
            
             
               
                 Not
                 as
                 a
                 favour
                 ,
                 but
                 as
                 a
                 reward
                 ,
              
            
             
               What
               I
               have
               from
               Eternity
               prepar'd
               ,
            
             
               For
               such
               of
               you
               as
               I
               intend
               to
               blesse
               ,
            
             
               After
               this
               life
               ,
               with
               so
               much
               happinesse
               .
            
             
               A
               happinesse
               to
               which
               no
               man
               can
               claim
               ,
            
             
               And
               those
               are
               fools
               ,
               that
               confidently
               dream
               ,
            
             
               They
               by
               their
               art
               of
               living
               can
               attain
               ,
            
             
               What
               all
               ,
               without
               my
               aid
               ,
               attempt
               in
               vain
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               am
               I
               oblig'd
               in
               this
               Earth
               to
               show
            
             
               Kindnesse
               to
               any
               of
               you
               ,
               or
               bestow
            
             
               A
               foot
               of
               ground
               upon
               the
               best
               of
               you
               ,
            
             
               For
               any
               good
               ,
               you
               by
               your selves
               can
               do
               ,
            
             
               No
               all
               you
               do
               possesse
               :
               all
               you
               design
               ,
            
             
               Your
               property
               on
               Earth
               is
               simply
               mine
               :
            
             
               And
               what
               you
               think
               
                 your
                 own
                 inheritance
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Is
                 only
                 yours
                 by
                 my
                 pure
                 tollerance
                 .
              
            
             
               I
               do
               to
               this
               man
               a
               large
               portion
               give
               ,
            
             
               To
               th'
               other
               hardly
               
                 whereupon
                 to
                 live
              
               .
            
             
               I
               do
               allow
               :
               from
               this
               man
               I
               do
               take
            
             
               What
               I
               have
               given
               ,
               and
               I
               do
               quickly
               make
            
             
               The
               other
               rich
               ,
               for
               all
               that
               you
               can
               see
            
             
               Under
               the
               tract
               of
               Heavens
               ,
               belongs
               to
               me
               ,
            
             
               So
               that
               ,
               —
            
             
               If
               what
               I
               give
               ,
               I
               do
               assume
               again
               ,
            
             
               Who
               's
               he
               ,
               that
               of
               me
               justly
               can
               complain
               ?
            
             
               When
               only
               I
               dispose
               of
               what
               's
               my
               own
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               think
               fit
               ,
               as
               being
               bound
               to
               none
            
             
               For
               any
               favour
               :
               and
               what
               all
               of
               you
               ,
            
             
               In
               your
               own
               
                 triffling
                 matters
              
               daily
               do
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               now
               that
               I
               may
               further
               evidence
               ,
               
            
             
               Besides
               the
               bulk
               ,
               the
               worth
               ,
               and
               excellence
            
             
               Of
               this
               great
               Leviathan
               :
               I
               wil
               show
               ,
            
             
               What
               of
               this
               creature
               yet
               thou
               dost
               not
               know
               .
            
          
           
             
               Who
               's
               he
               so
               bold
               ,
               as
               dares
               cut
               off
               his
               fin
               ?
               
            
             
               Sieze
               on
               his
               body
               ,
               flea
               him
               of
               his
               skin
               ?
            
             
               Make
               a
               rude
               bit
               reverberat
               his
               tooth
               ?
            
             
               Or
               make
               a
               double
               bridle
               rule
               his
               mouth
               ?
            
          
           
             
               He
               ,
               who
               by
               main
               force
               ,
               can
               his
               lips
               unfold
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               underprop
               his
               jaws
               ,
               may
               there
               behold
               ,
            
             
               How
               like
               a
               Princes
               Court
               his
               mouth
               doth
               show
               ,
            
             
               Where
               teeth
               ,
               like
               Halbardiers
               ,
               stand
               all
               arow
            
             
               To
               guard
               the
               tongue
               ,
               which
               there
               doth
               ly
               in
               state
               ,
            
             
               And
               underth
               '
               arched
               palate
               keeps
               its
               seat
               .
            
          
           
             
               Like
               a
               strong
               
                 shield
                 of
                 proof
              
               his
               scales
               appear
               
            
             
               So
               that
               he
               doth
               not
               any
               mortal
               fear
               ,
            
             
               Covered
               with
               these
               ,
               but
               doth
               in
               them
               confide
               ,
            
             
               And
               shows
               in
               these
               a
               great
               part
               of
               his
               pride
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               they
               together
               are
               indented
               so
               ,
               
            
             
               As
               'twixt
               their
               junctures
               no
               sharp
               air
               can
               blow
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               They
               stick
               together
               so
               conglutinate
               
            
             
               By
               nature
               ,
               as
               no
               art
               can
               separate
            
             
               Those
               clinging
               scales
               ,
               which
               altogether
               make
            
             
               A
               figure
               ,
               as
               if
               he
               upon
               his
               back
            
             
               Did
               wear
               a
               Coat
               of
               Steel
               ,
               of
               Brass
               ,
               or
               Iron
               ,
            
             
               And
               tempered
               Mettals
               did
               him
               all
               environ
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               when
               at
               any
               time
               he
               doth
               appear
               
            
             
               Above
               the
               Water
               ,
               what
               a
               horrid
               fear
            
             
               Spreads
               he
               upon
               the
               Seas
               ,
               both
               far
               and
               near
               .
            
             
               For
               ,
               when
               from
               Top-mast
               ,
               Mariners
               descry
            
             
               This
               
                 floating
                 Mountain
              
               ,
               they
               do
               by
               and
               by
            
             
               Steer
               to
               the
               weather-hand
               ,
               to
               shun
               his
               wake
               ,
            
             
               With
               all
               the
               Sail
               ,
               they
               for
               their
               lives
               can
               make
               ,
            
             
               Because
               ,
               as
               if
               he
               neez'd
               ,
               he
               often
               throws
            
             
               Such
               quantity
               of
               Waters
               from
               his
               nose
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Up
               in
               the
               Air
               ,
               which
               by
               the
               Suns
               reflex
               
            
             
               Appear
               at
               distance
               ,
               like
               a
               
                 flame
                 convex
              
               :
            
             
               As
               no
               Ships
               dare
               approach
               him
               ,
               out
               of
               fear
               ,
            
             
               He
               'd
               overwhelm
               them
               ,
               if
               they
               should
               draw
               near
               .
            
             
               For
               from
               his
               mouth
               ,
               —
            
             
               The
               broken
               waters
               flee
               ,
               like
               sparks
               of
               fire
               ,
            
             
               Which
               causes
               the
               Sea-faring-man
               admire
            
             
               What
               Creature
               this
               must
               be
               ,
               
                 that
                 with
                 such
                 ease
              
            
             
               
                 Can
                 raise
                 a
                 tempest
                 in
                 the
                 calmest
                 Seas
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Smoak
               from
               his
               Nostrils
               issues
               out
               so
               hot
               ,
               
            
             
               As
               from
               a
               Cauldron
               ,
               or
               a
               
                 boyling
                 Pot
              
               ,
            
             
               When
               he
               doth
               belch
               out
               no
               small
               quantity
               ,
            
             
               Of
               thick
               ,
               and
               fulsome
               vapours
               in
               the
               sky
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yes
               ,
               for
               he
               's
               able
               by
               his
               breath
               to
               blow
               
            
             
               Fire
               out
               of
               Coals
               ,
               and
               out
               of
               darkness
               show
            
             
               A
               flaming
               light
               :
               for
               from
               his
               mouth
               ,
               by
               turns
               ,
            
             
               As
               at
               first
               kindling
               ,
               when
               a
               Coal-fire
               burns
               ,
            
             
               Now
               sulph'rous
               smoak
               ,
               then
               flames
               do
               issue
               out
               ,
            
             
               And
               fill
               with
               terrour
               all
               the
               Seas
               about
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               his
               thick
               neck
               such
               strength
               and
               vigour
               lyes
               ,
               
            
             
               As
               all
               the
               force
               of
               Iron
               he
               defyes
               :
            
             
               For
               all
               the
               power
               of
               man
               he
               doth
               not
               care
               ,
            
             
               And
               laughs
               at
               things
               which
               other
               creatures
               fear
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               fibres
               of
               his
               flesh
               are
               joyn'd
               together
               
            
             
               So
               firmly
               ,
               that
               none
               can
               distinguish
               either
               :
            
             
               So
               solidly
               compacted
               ,
               and
               comprest
            
             
               Each
               within
               other
               ,
               as
               nor
               Fish
               ,
               nor
               Beast
            
             
               Can
               show
               the
               like
               ,
               so
               strongly
               grain'd
               ,
               and
               fresh
               ,
            
             
               As
               it
               doth
               rather
               look
               like
               Oak
               ,
               then
               Flesh.
               
            
          
           
             
               Now
               as
               for
               strength
               ,
               he
               's
               wonderfully
               made
               ,
               
            
             
               So
               he
               in
               courage
               all
               things
               doth
               exceed
            
             
               That
               ever
               life
               enjoy'd
               :
               he
               knows
               no
               fear
               ,
            
             
               But
               doth
               a
               heart
               of
               resolution
               bear
               :
            
             
               A
               heart
               so
               firm
               ,
               and
               so
               unmoveable
            
             
               By
               any
               threats
               ,
               as
               't
               is
               incapable
            
             
               Of
               that
               
                 weak
                 passion
              
               ,
               with
               which
               others
               are
            
             
               Infected
               ,
               so
               well
               known
               by
               name
               of
               fear
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               he
               's
               so
               far
               from
               being
               capable
               
            
             
               Of
               fear
               himself
               ,
               that
               he
               's
               intolerable
            
             
               In
               his
               insults
               ,
               and
               able
               too
               to
               raise
            
             
             
               Such
               terrour
               'mongst
               
                 th'
                 inhabitants
                 o'
                 th'
                 Seas
              
               ,
            
             
               As
               by
               one
               look
               he
               can
               make
               all
               ,
               that
               's
               there
            
             
               Yea
               ,
               even
               
                 the
                 swiming
                 Oak
              
               ,
               to
               sweat
               for
               fear
               ,
            
             
               And
               shrewdly
               damps
               the
               
                 stoutest
                 Mariner
              
               .
            
             
               For
               all
               a-board
               a
               Ship
               ,
               when
               from
               the
               Deck
            
             
               They
               see
               the
               Waters
               at
               great
               distance
               break
               :
            
             
               By
               which
               ,
               as
               by
               an
               
                 usual
                 Sign
              
               ,
               they
               guess
               ,
            
             
               The
               Leviathan
               tumbles
               in
               the
               Seas
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               their
               death
               approach'd
               ,
               do
               quickly
               fall
            
             
               Upon
               their
               knees
               ,
               and
               to
               Devotion
               all
            
             
               Apply
               themselves
               ,
               because
               they
               sadly
               think
            
             
               He
               'll
               by
               his
               Water-spout
               their
               Vessels
               sink
               .
            
          
           
             
               Or
               if
               there
               's
               any
               of
               the
               Crew
               so
               bold
               ,
               
            
             
               As
               thinks
               upon
               this
               creature
               to
               lay
               hold
               ,
            
             
               By
               force
               of
               Arms
               they
               do
               attempt
               in
               vain
               ,
            
             
               For
               this
               undaunted
               thing
               will
               not
               be
               tane
            
             
               At
               any
               rate
               :
               the
               
                 Sword
                 ,
                 Dart
                 ,
                 Javelin
              
               ,
            
             
               Do
               but
               make
               such
               a
               noise
               upon
               his
               skin
               ,
            
             
               As
               one
               with
               Steel
               would
               strike
               upon
               a
               Bell
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               '
               stead
               of
               piercing
               ,
               make
               it
               only
               knell
               .
            
             
               But
               where
               he
               doth
               assault
               ,
               there
               's
               no
               defence
            
             
               Against
               his
               blows
               ,
               with
               so
               great
               violence
            
             
               He
               rushes
               on
               ,
               as
               he
               doth
               soon
               prevail
            
             
               Against
               your
               cuirass
               ,
               or
               through
               
                 Coat
                 of
                 Mail.
              
               
            
          
           
             
               Iron
               ,
               as
               Chaff
               ,
               and
               Straw
               he
               doth
               contemn
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               Brass
               ,
               as
               rotten
               Wood
               he
               doth
               esteem
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               force
               of
               Arrows
               cannot
               make
               him
               fly
               ,
               
            
             
               Though
               th'
               Archer
               on
               him
               his
               best
               skill
               should
               try
               :
            
             
               No
               Engine
               can
               prejudge
               him
               ,
               life
               ,
               or
               limb
               ,
            
             
               Stones
               from
               the
               Sling
               are
               but
               Boyes-play
               to
               him
               .
            
          
           
             
               Your
               
                 pointed
                 Darts
              
               ,
               which
               men
               do
               at
               him
               throw
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               think
               ,
               by
               force
               ,
               and
               art
               to
               catch
               him
               so
               ,
            
             
               He
               doth
               no
               more
               ,
               then
               Straws
               ,
               or
               Rushes
               fear
               ,
            
             
               And
               laughs
               aloud
               at
               
                 shaking
                 of
                 your
                 Spear
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               for
               his
               Lodgings
               ,
               where
               do
               you
               suppose
               
            
             
               This
               creature
               makes
               his
               bed
               ?
               not
               in
               the
               Ouze
               ,
            
             
               As
               other
               Fishes
               ,
               or
               in
               
                 muds
                 or
                 mires
              
               ,
            
             
               Not
               he
               ,
               for
               he
               no
               
                 softer
                 quilt
              
               desires
            
             
               Then
               sharpest
               Rocks
               in
               bottom
               of
               the
               Seas
               ,
            
             
               Where
               ,
               as
               on
               
                 Bed
                 of
                 Douns
              
               he
               sleeps
               with
               ease
               .
            
          
           
             
               When
               he
               doth
               swim
               ,
               his
               motion
               is
               so
               strong
               ,
               
            
             
               That
               one
               would
               think
               the
               Ocean
               all
               along
               ,
            
             
               Where
               he
               doth
               move
               ,
               by
               the
               great
               
                 scum
                 of
                 Oyl
              
               ,
            
             
               Appears
               about
               him
               ,
               really
               did
               boyl
               .
            
          
           
             
               Yes
               ,
               where
               he
               moves
               ,
               he
               leaves
               a
               
                 foaming
                 line
              
               
            
             
               Behind
               him
               ,
               on
               the
               surface
               of
               the
               Brine
               ,
            
             
               Which
               doth
               ,
               like
               flames
               ,
               at
               a
               great
               distance
               shine
               .
            
             
               The
               Waves
               are
               with
               its
               froath
               so
               pouldered
               ,
            
             
               As
               one
               would
               think
               the
               deep
               a
               
                 hoary
                 head
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               fine
               ,
               he
               doth
               in
               strength
               so
               much
               excell
               ,
               
            
             
               The
               spacious
               earth
               has
               not
               his
               parallell
               .
            
             
               At
               his
               approach
               ,
               the
               trembling
               Seas
               make
               way
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               profound
               submission
               obey
            
             
               His
               
                 transient
                 orders
              
               :
               furnish
               him
               with
               all
            
             
             
               What
               he
               for
               his
               convenience
               doth
               call
               ;
            
             
               Where
               e're
               he
               marches
               ,
               and
               allow
               for
               meat
               ,
            
             
               What
               of
               their
               subjects
               he
               thinks
               best
               to
               eat
               .
            
          
           
             
               All
               other
               creatures
               ,
               with
               disdainful
               eye
               
            
             
               He
               views
               :
               no
               creature
               in
               conceit
               so
               high
               ,
            
             
               Inhabits
               under
               Heavens
               Canopy
               .
            
             
               For
               all
               that
               in
               the
               Ocean
               do
               swim
               ,
            
             
               Daily
               ,
               and
               hourly
               tribute
               pay
               to
               him
               :
            
             
               They
               pay
               whatever
               they
               're
               
                 by
                 him
                 assess't
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               dare
               not
               whisper
               that
               they
               are
               oppress
               't
               :
            
             
               
                 For
                 if
                 upon
                 their
                 grievances
                 they
                 fall
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 of
                 their
                 laws
                 ,
                 and
                 priviledges
                 bawl
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 He
                 'll
                 at
                 one
                 break-fast
                 ,
                 soon
                 devour
                 them
                 all
                 .
              
            
             
               Never
               let
               crowned
               head
               with
               him
               dispute
               ,
            
             
               No
               King
               on
               Earth
               can
               be
               so
               absolute
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Cap.
             XLII
             .
          
           
             
               THus
               the
               Almighty
               having
               opened●
               
            
             
               His
               
                 Cabinet
                 of
                 Nature
              
               ,
               and
               display'd
            
             
               His
               glory
               by
               
                 the
                 works
                 of
                 his
                 Creation
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               them
               all
               made
               wholesome
               application
               ,
            
             
               To
               th'
               present
               state
               of
               this
               afflicted
               man
               ,
            
             
               Then
               Job
               ,
               with
               great
               submission
               ,
               began
            
             
               To
               answer
               ;
               and
               thus
               openly
               confesse
            
             
               Gods
               wisdom
               ,
               and
               his
               own
               great
               foolishnesse
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               ,
               says
               he
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               I
               fully
               do
               believe
               ,
               
            
             
               Now
               ,
               as
               the
               light
               ,
               I
               clearly
               do
               perceive
               ,
            
             
               
                 That
                 thou
                 ,
                 —
                 thou
                 art
                 that
                 God
                 Omnipotent
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Who
                 has
                 his
                 Throne
                 above
                 the
                 Firmament
                 .
              
            
             
               Now
               I
               'm
               convinc'd
               that
               never
               hithertoo
            
             
               I
               fully
               understood
               ,
               as
               I
               do
               now
            
             
               How
               great
               thou
               art
               :
               although
               I
               fancyed
            
             
               I
               knew
               thee
               so
               well
               ,
               that
               I
               did
               not
               need
            
             
               Further
               instruction
               ;
               but
               now
               thou
               hast
               shown
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               before
               this
               time
               have
               nothing
               known
               ,
            
             
               Of
               what
               I
               ought
               most
               to
               have
               studied
               ,
            
             
               And
               now
               ,
               my
               God
               ,
               I
               do
               confesse
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               That
               in
               my
               great
               impatience
               ,
               all
               this
               time
               ,
            
             
               I
               've
               fouly
               err'd
               ;
               I
               do
               confess
               my
               crime
               .
            
             
               Lord
               ,
               I
               knew
               nothing
               ,
               but
               I
               now
               do
               know
            
             
               That
               thou
               art
               he
               ,
               to
               whom
               all
               things
               below
            
             
               Do
               owe
               their
               Being
               :
               that
               thy
               eye
               doth
               see
            
             
               Better
               then
               we
               our selves
               ,
               what
               ever
               we
            
             
               Do
               act
               ,
               or
               speak
               :
               that
               every
               secret
               thought
            
             
               Lodg'd
               in
               our
               breasts
               ,
               before
               thy
               Bar
               is
               brought
               ,
            
             
               There
               try'd
               ,
               convict
               ,
               condemned
               ,
               or
               acquit
               ,
            
             
               As
               thou
               our
               Soveraign
               Judge
               think'st
               just
               ,
               and
               fit
               :
            
             
               
                 I
                 know
                 that
                 all
                 things
                 are
                 to
                 thee
                 reveal'd
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 nothing
                 from
                 thy
                 eye
                 can
                 be
                 conceal'd
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               And
               where
               's
               the
               man
               now
               ?
               —
               where
               is
               that
               so
               wise
               
            
             
               And
               knowing
               thing
               ,
               that
               in
               his
               own
               vain
               eyes
            
             
               Appear'd
               in
               much
               esteem
               ,
               and
               thought
               he
               knew
            
             
               His
               Maker
               fully
               ,
               —
               ah
               —
               where
               is
               he
               now
               ?
            
             
               I
               am
               the
               man
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               I
               am
               he
               ,
               alace
               ,
            
             
               That
               did
               my
               thoughts
               ,
               in
               passion
               ,
               express
            
             
               Of
               thee
               below
               thy
               worth
               :
               I
               am
               the
               man
               ,
            
             
               That
               of
               all
               mortals
               ,
               since
               the
               world
               began
               ,
            
             
               At
               thy
               just
               hands
               doth
               most
               deserve
               indeed
            
             
               For
               his
               miscarriage
               to
               be
               punished
               .
            
             
               Nor
               can
               I
               from
               my
               passion
               draw
               excuse
            
             
               For
               my
               great
               errors
               ,
               
                 for
                 that
                 were
                 to
                 use
              
            
             
               
                 One
                 crime
                 ,
                 to
                 palliat
                 another
                 :
                 —
                 no
                 ,
              
            
             
               I
               can
               make
               no
               excuse
               ,
               because
               I
               know
            
             
               To
               be
               in
               passion
               was
               it self
               a
               crime
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               I
               have
               supported
               all
               this
               time
            
             
               One
               error
               with
               an
               other
               :
               I
               am
               he
            
             
               Then
               that
               hath
               doubly
               sinn'd
               :
               —
               Lord
               do
               by
               me
            
             
               As
               thou
               thinks
               just
               :
               I
               no
               more
               deprecate
            
             
               Thy
               wrath
               ,
               but
               in
               my
               present
               sad
               estate
            
             
               Am
               still
               content
               to
               live
               ,
               and
               patiently
            
             
               Endure
               it
               to
               the
               last
               extremity
               ,
            
             
               Without
               repining
               ;
               since
               thou
               hast
               decreed
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               thy
               Providence
               so
               ordered
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               should
               be
               afflicted
               for
               my
               sins
               ,
            
             
               I
               shall
               imagine
               that
               my
               woe
               begins
               ,
            
             
               Even
               from
               this
               instant
               ,
               and
               without
               all
               passion
               ,
            
             
               From
               this
               hour
               forward
               bear
               thy
               indignation
               .
            
          
           
             
               Only
               I
               do
               demand
               the
               liberty
            
             
               To
               ask
               some
               questions
               of
               thy
               Majesty
               ;
               
            
             
               Not
               to
               debate
               ,
               (
               for
               now
               I
               plainly
               see
            
             
               What
               't
               is
               for
               frail
               man
               to
               contend
               with
               thee
               )
            
             
               I
               ask
               then
               ,
               since
               I
               am
               convinced
               now
            
             
               Of
               my
               late
               errors
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               what
               shall
               I
               do
            
             
               To
               make
               attonement
               ,
               for
               my
               great
               offence
               ;
            
             
               What
               course
               of
               living
               shall
               I
               take
               from
               hence
               ,
            
             
               That
               into
               so
               great
               inconvenience
               ,
            
             
               I
               may
               not
               be
               by
               passion
               led
               again
               ,
            
             
               But
               may
               some
               favour
               at
               thy
               hands
               obtain
               .
            
          
           
             
               Before
               this
               I
               have
               only
               heard
               by
               fame
               
            
             
               Of
               thy
               great
               actings
               ,
               and
               thy
               mighty
               name
               :
            
             
               But
               now
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               with
               my
               eyes
               ,
               I
               thee
               behold
               :
            
             
               These
               eyes
               have
               seen
               thee
               :
               now
               I
               may
               be
               bold
               ,
            
             
               Since
               I
               have
               heard
               thee
               speak
               upon
               my
               case
               ,
            
             
               To
               say
               that
               
                 I
                 have
                 seen
                 thee
                 face
                 to
                 face
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               My self
               I
               therefore
               utterly
               abhore
               ,
               
            
             
               And
               on
               my
               Parts
               I
               will
               presume
               no
               more
               :
            
             
               I
               'll
               think
               I
               have
               known
               nothing
               all
               this
               while
               ,
            
             
               And
               at
               my
               own
               unknowing-knowledge
               smile
               :
            
             
               I
               'll
               think
               I
               now
               know
               more
               then
               e're
               I
               did
               ,
            
             
               Since
               thou
               ,
               in
               kindness
               ,
               hast
               discovered
               ,
            
             
               How
               little
               I
               in
               former
               times
               have
               known
               ,
            
             
               Of
               what
               I
               should
               have
               studied
               alone
               .
            
             
               I
               thought
               indeed
               my
               knowledge
               had
               been
               such
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               by
               experience
               I
               had
               learn'd
               so
               much
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               ,
               in
               excess
               ,
               not
               defect
               ,
               might
               err
               ,
            
             
               But
               now
               ,
               alace
               ,
               it
               fully
               doth
               appear
            
             
               That
               I
               knew
               nothing
               in
               regard
               of
               what
            
             
               From
               thy
               own
               mouth
               ,
               I
               've
               been
               inform'd
               of
               late
               .
            
             
               Now
               I
               'm
               convinc'd
               that
               I
               have
               sinn'd
               :
               from
               hence
            
             
               I
               'le
               no
               more
               vainly
               
                 plead
                 my
                 innocence
              
               ,
            
             
               But
               for
               my
               failings
               piously
               lament
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               my
               errours
               from
               my
               heart
               repent
               .
            
          
           
             
               Job
               thus
               accus'd
               ,
               convict
               ,
               and
               censured
               ,
               
            
             
               For
               his
               impatience
               :
               God
               doth
               next
               proceed
            
             
               To
               show
               his
               three
               Friends
               ,
               wherein
               they
               had
               err'd
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               they
               had
               stifly
               all
               along
               averr'd
            
             
               That
               Job
               was
               sinful
               ,
               because
               punished
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               augmented
               ,
               not
               diminished
            
             
               The
               good
               mans
               sorrow
               ,
               which
               they
               should
               ha'
               done
               ,
            
             
               Had
               they
               been
               his
               true
               friends
               :
               but
               they
               alone
               ,
            
             
               Appear
               to
               have
               accus'd
               him
               ,
               and
               in
               stead
            
             
               Of
               comforting
               him
               ,
               to
               have
               truly
               plead
            
             
               He
               was
               a
               man
               of
               so
               much
               wickedness
               ,
            
             
               As
               for
               his
               sins
               ,
               he
               had
               deserv'd
               no
               less
            
             
               Than
               what
               he
               suffer'd
               :
               and
               with
               so
               much
               heat
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               that
               subject
               ,
               did
               with
               him
               debate
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               they
               meant
               to
               make
               him
               desperate
               .
            
             
               Now
               after
               all
               ,
               the
               Supream
               Judge
               thinks
               fit
            
             
               To
               show
               them
               likewise
               ,
               how
               upon
               their
               wit
               ,
            
             
               Indeed
               themselves
               they
               valued
               too
               much
               ,
            
             
               And
               out
               of
               humour
               more
               to
               be
               thought
               such
               ,
            
             
               Then
               for
               his
               glory
               ,
               they
               had
               argued
            
             
               Against
               their
               friend
               on
               that
               
                 mistaken
                 head
              
               .
            
             
               Thus
               then
               to
               th'wise
               and
               learned
               Eliphaz
            
             
               Th'
               Almighty
               sharply
               did
               himself
               address
               .
            
             
               I
               do
               perceive
               ,
               sayes
               he
               ,
               thou'
               rt
               one
               of
               those
               ,
            
             
               That
               do
               mistake
               my
               actings
               ,
               and
               suppose
            
             
               That
               my
               proceedings
               must
               be
               regulate
            
             
               By
               Humane
               Reason
               ,
               and
               accommodate
            
             
               To
               your
               capacity
               :
               for
               you
               have
               said
            
             
               
                 That
                 in
                 affliction
                 one
                 may
                 plainly
                 read
              
            
             
               
                 His
                 sin
                 ,
                 and
                 my
                 displeasure
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 none
              
            
             
               
                 But
                 sinful
                 ,
                 and
                 flagitious
                 men
                 alone
              
            
             
               
                 Do
                 in
                 affliction
                 tumble
              
               ,
               and
               from
               thence
               ,
            
             
               (
               As
               you
               thought
               ,
               wisely
               )
               with
               much
               eloquence
            
             
               Inferr'd
               that
               Job
               ,
               whom
               I
               long
               time
               have
               known
            
             
               To
               be
               upright
               ,
               and
               still
               for
               such
               do
               own
               :
            
             
               Because
               afflicted
               ,
               of
               necessity
               ,
            
             
               Must
               be
               
                 a
                 man
                 of
                 great
                 impiety
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Who
               taught
               you
               thus
               to
               speak
               ?
               who
               taught
               you
               so
            
             
               To
               argue
               ,
               as
               if
               you
               did
               fully
               know
            
             
               The
               method
               of
               my
               Government
               ,
               and
               were
            
             
               
                 Of
                 Council
                 with
                 me
              
               ?
               who
               taught
               you
               t'inferr
            
             
               Such
               
                 positive
                 conclusions
              
               ,
               as
               these
            
             
               From
               any
               
                 unaffording
                 premisses
              
               ,
            
             
               Of
               my
               proceedings
               ?
               who
               gave
               you
               commission
            
             
               To
               speak
               thus
               to
               a
               man
               in
               Jobs
               condition
               :
            
             
               As
               if
               a
               man
               ,
               whom
               I
               had
               visit
               ,
               you
            
             
             
               Would
               in
               
                 afflicting
                 language
                 visit
                 too
              
               .
            
             
               Know
               then
               I
               'm
               angry
               with
               thee
               ,
               and
               thy
               friends
               ,
            
             
               Because
               you
               have
               so
               rashly
               spoke
               your
               minds
            
             
               Of
               my
               proceedings
               ,
               in
               the
               present
               case
            
             
               Of
               my
               good
               Servant
               Job
               .
               —
            
             
               For
               you
               have
               not
               talk'd
               of
               my
               Providence
               ,
            
             
               With
               that
               entire
               respect
               ,
               and
               deference
               ,
            
             
               As
               did
               become
               you
               :
               nor
               have
               you
               at
               best
               ,
            
             
               In
               any
               of
               your
               reasonings
               express't
            
             
               Your selves
               like
               men
               of
               zeal
               ,
               and
               piety
               ,
            
             
               As
               Job
               has
               done
               ,
               but
               rather
               foolishly
            
             
               Maintain'd
               your
               own
               opinions
               right
               ,
               or
               wrong
            
             
               Against
               the
               suffering
               person
               all
               along
               .
            
             
               Nay
               ,
               you
               pretended
               too
               ,
               you
               plead
               for
               me
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               neither
               to
               the
               other
               two
               ,
               nor
               thee
               ,
            
             
               I
               ever
               gave
               commission
               so
               to
               do
               ;
            
             
               And
               therefore
               you
               have
               all
               three
               err'd
               ;
               but
               now
            
             
               That
               I
               intend
               to
               set
               my
               Servant
               free
            
             
               From
               his
               afflictions
               ,
               and
               let
               all
               men
               see
               ,
            
             
               That
               what
               this
               man
               has
               suffered
               ,
               was
               meant
            
             
               
                 For
                 tryal
                 only
                 not
                 for
                 punishment
                 ,
              
            
             
               And
               make
               of
               him
               a
               
                 famous
                 President
              
               ,
            
             
               In
               all
               time
               coming
               ,
               of
               my
               Providence
               ,
            
             
               And
               
                 an
                 example
                 of
                 great
                 patience
              
               ;
            
             
               I
               'll
               censure
               you
               no
               more
               ,
               but
               for
               the
               time
            
             
               Let
               it
               suffice
               that
               I
               have
               touch'd
               your
               crime
               .
            
          
           
             
               Only
               't
               is
               fit
               you
               go
               to
               Job
               ,
               and
               make
               
            
             
               Attonement
               for
               your
               faults
               ,
               go
               therefore
               take
               ,
            
             
               
                 Seven
                 Bullocks
                 ,
                 and
                 seven
                 Rams
                 ,
              
               and
               offer
               these
            
             
               As
               a
               burnt
               offering
               for
               your
               trespasses
               .
            
             
               Go
               —
               do
               what
               I
               command
               ,
               for
               you
               have
               err'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               your
               own
               knowledge
               to
               my
               words
               preferr'd
               .
            
             
               But
               for
               your
               sins
               make
               a
               burnt-offering
               now
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               my
               servant
               Job
               shall
               pray
               for
               you
               .
            
             
               Him
               ,
               because
               truly
               pious
               ,
               I
               will
               hear
               ,
            
             
               On
               your
               behalf
               ,
               and
               for
               his
               sake
               forbear
            
             
               To
               punish
               you
               :
               although
               what
               you
               have
               said
               ,
            
             
               Since
               you
               begun
               to
               speak
               ,
               has
               merited
            
             
               Much
               of
               my
               wrath
               :
               but
               go
               —
               do
               so
               no
               more
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               will
               pardon
               what
               you
               've
               done
               before
               .
            
          
           
             
               Prostrat
               upon
               the
               ground
               lay
               Eliphaz
               ,
               
            
             
               With
               his
               two
               friends
               ,
               asham'd
               to
               show
               his
               face
               ,
            
             
               While
               God
               did
               speak
               ,
               because
               convinc'd
               at
               length
            
             
               That
               they
               had
               laboured
               ,
               with
               the
               utmost
               strength
            
             
               Of
               argument
               to
               broach
               a
               Heresie
               ,
            
             
               Which
               had
               descended
               to
               Posterity
               ,
            
             
               As
               a
               firm
               truth
               ,
               and
               been
               receiv'd
               of
               all
            
             
               As
               a
               position
               fully
               general
               ,
            
             
               
                 That
                 all
                 Gods
                 actings
                 were
                 determined
              
            
             
               
                 By
                 those
                 of
                 men
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 none
                 suffered
              
            
             
               
                 But
                 for
                 their
                 sins
              
               :
               if
               God
               had
               not
               declar'd
            
             
               By
               his
               just
               Sentence
               ,
               that
               these
               men
               had
               err'd
               .
            
             
               Without
               replying
               then
               to
               what
               was
               laid
            
             
               By
               God
               Almighty
               to
               their
               charge
               ,
               they
               pray'd
            
             
               Their
               injur'd
               friend
               for
               them
               to
               interceed
               :
            
          
           
             
             
               Now
               ,
               all
               obedience
               they
               did
               quickly
               bring
               ,
            
             
               As
               God
               had
               ordered
               ,
               their
               sin-offering
               ;
            
             
               And
               with
               great
               zeal
               ,
               did
               make
               attonement
            
             
               For
               their
               unsound
               ,
               presumptuous
               argument
               .
            
             
               Whilst
               Elihu
               ,
               who
               ,
               as
               appears
               ,
               has
               been
            
             
               A
               learn'd
               young-man
               ,
               pious
               ,
               upright
               ,
               and
               clean
            
             
               I'
               th
               ▪
               eyes
               of
               God
               ,
               and
               had
               by
               inspiration
               ,
            
             
               From
               his
               great
               Maker
               ,
               spoke
               on
               this
               occasion
               ,
            
             
               Is
               not
               reprov'd
               ,
               and
               therefore
               we
               may
               guess
               ,
            
             
               He
               joyn'd
               his
               prayer
               with
               Job
               in
               this
               address
            
             
               For
               these
               three
               men
               ;
               which
               prayer
               God
               did
               hear
               ,
            
             
               And
               gently
               for
               their
               sake
               ,
               was
               pleas'd
               to
               spare
            
             
               Those
               who
               had
               err'd
               .
               Thus
               God
               determined
            
             
               
                 The
                 case
                 of
              
               Job
               :
               thus
               he
               at
               length
               decreed
               ,
            
             
               For
               the
               afflicted
               man
               against
               his
               friends
               ,
            
             
               And
               thus
               in
               mercy
               the
               
                 grand
                 Tryal
                 ends
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               now
               ,
               as
               when
               the
               Sun
               imprisoned
               
            
             
               Long
               time
               amongst
               thick
               clouds
               ,
               begins
               to
               spread
            
             
               His
               rays
               abroad
               ,
               and
               shine
               as
               formerly
               ,
            
             
               The
               proud
               ,
               insulting
               vapours
               by
               ,
               and
               by
            
             
               Dissolve
               themselves
               into
               a
               subtile
               air
               ,
            
             
               And
               now
               the
               Sun
               triumphant
               doth
               appear
            
             
               In
               his
               full
               splendour
               ,
               darting
               every
               where
            
             
               His
               warming
               beams
               ,
               and
               makes
               the
               Skys
               again
               ,
            
             
               After
               the
               storm
               ,
               look
               pleasant
               ,
               and
               serene
               .
            
             
               So
               now
               th'
               Almighty
               having
               fully
               try'd
            
             
               The
               worth
               of
               Job
               ,
               and
               being
               satisfy'd
            
             
               Of
               his
               deportment
               in
               his
               misery
               ,
            
             
               Dispels
               the
               clouds
               of
               his
               adversity
               ,
            
             
               And
               puts
               an
               end
               to
               Jobs
               captivity
               .
            
             
               Restores
               him
               quickly
               to
               his
               former
               state
               ,
            
             
               And
               makes
               him
               happier
               ,
               then
               he
               was
               of
               late
               .
            
             
               For
               he
               of
               earthly
               means
               doth
               give
               him
               more
               ,
            
             
               By
               the
               one
               half
               ,
               then
               he
               possess'd
               before
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               now
               ,
               the
               days
               of
               mourning
               being
               gone
               ,
               
            
             
               We
               must
               suppose
               that
               Job
               return'd
               annon
            
             
               To
               his
               own
               house
               ,
               and
               in
               tranquility
               ,
            
             
               Bless't
               with
               firm
               health
               ,
               and
               wealth
               ,
               as
               formerly
               ,
            
             
               He
               liv'd
               ,
               whilst
               all
               his
               scattered
               family
               ,
            
             
               Did
               by
               degrees
               return
               :
               that
               every
               where
            
             
               He
               view'd
               his
               grounds
               ;
               and
               daily
               did
               repair
               ,
            
             
               What
               by
               injurious
               times
               had
               been
               destroy'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               here
               ,
               and
               there
               ,
               his
               serving-men
               employ'd
            
             
               In
               
                 Ditching
                 ,
                 Fencing
                 ,
                 Planting
                 ,
                 Labouring
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 In
                 Pits
                 ,
                 and
                 Q●arries
                 ,
                 Plowing
                 ,
                 Harrowing
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Pasturing
                 ,
                 Dra●ing
              
               ,
               and
               each
               other
               thing
            
             
               That
               might
               recover
               the
               sad
               desolation
            
             
               Of
               his
               affairs
               ,
               by
               th'horrible
               vastation
            
             
               Made
               there
               of
               late
               :
            
             
               Not
               only
               by
               th'incursions
               of
               those
               ,
            
             
               Who
               liv'd
               on
               spoil
               ,
               but
               even
               of
               such
               ,
               God
               knows
            
             
               Of
               his
               own
               friends
               ,
               and
               unkind
               countrey-men
               ,
            
             
               Who
               thinking
               Job
               would
               ne're
               return
               again
               ;
            
             
               Upon
               his
               whole
               Estate
               had
               fairly
               seiz'd
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               'mongst
               themselves
               divided
               ,
               as
               they
               pleas'd
               ,
            
             
               All
               his
               Effects
               :
               thinking
               them
               now
               their
               own
            
             
               By
               Right
               ,
               since
               all
               his
               Race
               were
               dead
               ,
               and
               gone
               ,
            
             
               And
               he
               a
               Beggar
               ,
               countenanc'd
               by
               none
               .
            
             
               At
               least
               they
               thought
               ,
               if
               e're
               it
               should
               fall
               out
            
             
               He
               should
               return
               again
               ,
               beyond
               all
               doubt
               ,
            
             
               His
               Spirits
               would
               be
               so
               with
               Sorrows
               spent
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               'd
               surrender
               for
               an
               Aliment
               ,
            
             
               During
               his
               life
               ,
               all
               what
               they
               did
               possess
               ,
            
             
               And
               not
               adventure
               upon
               tedious
               Pleas
            
             
               For
               the
               recovery
               of
               it
               ,
               but
               in
               peace
               ,
            
             
               Desire
               to
               end
               the
               residue
               of
               his
               years
               ,
            
             
               And
               then
               they
               would
               be
               as
               it
               were
               
                 his
                 Heirs
              
               .
            
             
               Therefore
               we
               may
               not
               without
               ground
               suppose
            
             
               That
               seing
               God
               resolv'd
               to
               put
               a
               close
            
             
               To
               all
               Jobs
               Woes
               ,
               and
               Sorrows
               ,
               and
               restore
            
             
               This
               man
               
                 ex
                 postliminio
              
               ,
               what
               before
            
             
               His
               late
               Affliction
               to
               him
               did
               pertain
            
             
               Was
               soon
               by
               him
               recovered
               again
            
             
               From
               these
               Intruders
               ,
               by
               a
               
                 short
                 complaint
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 Exhibite
                 to
                 those
                 in
                 the
                 Government
                 ,
              
            
             
               Whose
               hearts
               now
               God
               had
               mov'd
               ;
               unfeal'd
               their
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               And
               let
               them
               see
               ,
               what
               wrongs
               ,
               and
               injuries
            
             
               His
               Servant
               had
               even
               
                 by
                 their
                 Laws
              
               sustain'd
            
             
               Whilst
               poor
               ,
               and
               friendless
               ,
               under
               Bonds
               restrain'd
               ,
            
             
               Absent
               ,
               and
               sick
               ,
               not
               able
               to
               defend
            
             
               
                 His
                 legal
                 Title
              
               ,
               and
               just
               Interest
               ,
            
             
               He
               was
               by
               
                 formal
                 ch●canery
              
               oppress
               't
               .
            
             
               And
               therefore
               now
               to
               make
               full
               expiation
            
             
               For
               their
               Intrusions
               ,
               and
               
                 their
                 malversation
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 In
                 countenancing
                 such
                 illegal
                 deeds
              
               ,
            
             
               The
               Court
               on
               
                 his
                 Petition
              
               ,
               proceeds
            
             
               To
               a
               full
               restitution
               ,
               and
               declares
            
             
               
                 All
                 other
                 Titles
              
               (
               save
               Job
               
                 and
                 his
                 Heirs
              
               )
            
             
               
                 To
                 that
                 Estate
                 to
                 be
                 now
                 null
                 ,
                 and
                 void
              
            
             
               
                 Renvers'd
                 ,
                 rescinded
                 ,
                 cancell'd
                 ,
                 and
                 destroy'd
                 .
              
            
             
               Orders
               him
               full
               Possession
               again
               ,
            
             
               And
               finds
               in
               Law
               that
               those
               intruding
               men
            
             
               Were
               violent
               Possessors
               ,
               and
               ordain
            
             
               These
               to
               make
               Compt
               ,
               and
               Payment
               of
               what
               Rent
            
             
               They
               had
               uplifted
               ,
               during
               his
               Restraint
               ,
            
             
               As
               violently
               seiz'd
               ,
               and
               fin'd
               beside
            
             
               Those
               men
               in
               
                 Costs
                 ,
                 and
                 Charges
              
               to
               be
               paid
            
             
               To
               th'
               injur'd
               Party
               ,
               for
               what
               Damnages
            
             
               He
               had
               sustain'd
               :
               —
               —
            
             
               For
               so
               much
               some
               think
               humbly
               may
               be
               guess't
            
             
               Without
               offence
               ,
               from
               what
               is
               here
               express't
               ,
            
             
               That
               seing
               God
               himself
               did
               Job
               restore
            
             
               To
               twice
               as
               much
               as
               he
               possess'd
               before
               ;
            
             
               Why
               might
               he
               not
               by
               way
               of
               Justice
               so
            
             
               Have
               ordred
               things
               ,
               as
               that
               he
               might
               bestow
            
             
               Upon
               his
               faithful
               Servant
               the
               Estates
            
             
               Of
               these
               ,
               whom
               for
               their
               wickedness
               he
               hates
               .
            
             
               Since
               that
               we
               know
               God
               is
               accustomed
               ,
            
             
             
               When
               he
               by
               rules
               of
               Justice
               doth
               proceed
            
             
               Against
               the
               race
               of
               Sin
               ,
               to
               overthrow
            
             
               Them
               totally
               ,
               and
               graciously
               bestow
            
             
               Their
               Means
               on
               good
               men
               ,
               in
               retalliation
            
             
               
                 Of
                 what
                 they
                 suffer'd
                 by
                 these
                 mens
                 oppression
                 .
              
            
             
               And
               though
               the
               Gift
               the
               Damnage
               should
               exceed
            
             
               By
               two
               parts
               more
               ,
               yet
               that
               doth
               nothing
               plead
            
             
               Against
               Gods
               Justice
               ,
               since
               their
               sins
               do
               call
            
             
               Aloud
               for
               
                 extirpation
                 general
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 them
                 and
                 all
                 their
                 Race
                 :
              
               if
               then
               he
               may
            
             
               By
               Justice
               take
               their
               whole
               Estates
               away
            
             
               From
               them
               ,
               and
               theirs
               ,
               why
               may
               he
               not
               dispose
            
             
               What
               is
               his
               own
               undoubtedly
               ,
               to
               those
            
             
               Who
               merit
               at
               his
               hands
               much
               better
               things
               ,
            
             
               As
               is
               the
               custom
               among
               earthly
               Kings
            
             
               To
               gratify
               their
               Subjects
               Loyalty
               ,
            
             
               By
               Spoil
               ,
               and
               Plunder
               of
               the
               Enemy
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               howsoe're
               it
               was
               ,
               Jobs
               restauration
            
             
               Is
               ,
               truth
               ,
               a
               most
               conspicuous
               demonstration
            
             
               
                 O'th'justice
                 ,
                 greatness
                 ,
                 goodness
                 ,
                 equity
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 gratitude
                 of
                 him
                 ,
                 who
                 sits
                 on
                 high
                 :
              
            
             
               For
               it
               we
               ponder
               all
               his
               circumstances
               ,
            
             
               How
               in
               Prosperity
               he
               now
               advances
               ;
            
             
               And
               how
               ,
               his
               Clouds
               of
               woes
               now
               dissipate
               ,
            
             
               His
               last
               is
               better
               then
               his
               first
               estate
               :
            
             
               We
               'll
               find
               that
               God
               has
               only
               laid
               him
               low
               ,
            
             
               That
               when
               restor'd
               he
               might
               the
               better
               know
            
             
               The
               real
               sweetness
               of
               Prosperity
               ,
            
             
               By
               his
               reflections
               on
               his
               Misery
               .
            
             
               For
               those
               ,
               who
               all
               their
               life-time
               live
               at
               ease
               ,
            
             
               And
               know
               no
               trouble
               ,
               suffer
               no
               disease
               ,
            
             
               But
               waste
               their
               time
               in
               dull
               felicity
               ,
            
             
               
                 Because
                 they
                 do
                 not
                 know
                 it's
                 contrary
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 They
                 do
                 not
                 know
                 it self
              
               :
               since
               't
               is
               confess
               't
            
             
               By
               all
               the
               knowing
               World
               that
               
                 Contrares
                 plac't
              
            
             
               
                 Beside
                 each
                 other
                 make
                 each
                 other
                 knowen
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Better
                 then
                 when
                 considered
                 alone
              
               .
            
             
               For
               if
               a
               man
               shall
               first
               some
               Aloes
               taste
            
             
               And
               then
               some
               Sugar
               :
               why
               he
               finds
               the
               last
            
             
               Is
               sweeter
               far
               ,
               when
               he
               reflects
               upon
            
             
               The
               bitterness
               o'th'first
               ,
               then
               if
               alone
            
             
               He
               had
               the
               latter
               tasted
               :
               even
               so
            
             
               When
               Job
               reflects
               how
               miserably
               low
               ,
            
             
               And
               scandalously
               poor
               he
               was
               of
               late
            
             
               Which
               by
               reflection
               on
               his
               former
               state
            
             
               Was
               much
               augmented
               ;
               so
               he
               now
               esteems
            
             
               His
               present
               happiness
               the
               more
               ,
               yet
               seems
            
             
               With
               so
               much
               moderation
               to
               bear
            
             
               His
               restauration
               ,
               as
               if
               yet
               he
               were
            
             
               Upon
               the
               Dung-hill
               ,
               and
               betwixt
               the
               two
            
             
               Extremities
               of
               both
               Conditions
               ,
               now
            
             
               He
               lives
               like
               one
               ,
               that
               his
               Condition
               knew
               .
            
             
               Not
               elevat
               ,
               when
               all
               his
               Kinred
               come
            
             
               With
               joyful
               voice
               to
               bid
               him
               welcome
               home
            
             
             
               
                 His
                 worthy
                 Kindred
                 !
                 O
                 his
                 kind
                 Relations
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Who
                 formerly
                 had
                 in
                 his
                 sad
                 occasions
              
            
             
               
                 Deserted
                 him
              
               ,
               and
               spoke
               of
               him
               ,
               with
               hate
               ,
            
             
               Now
               come
               ,
               by
               dozens
               ,
               to
               congratulate
            
             
               His
               happy
               Restitution
               .
            
             
               
                 Those
                 who
                 did
                 from
                 him
                 in
                 Affliction
                 fly
              
            
             
               
                 Are
                 now
                 his
                 stout
                 friends
                 in
                 Prosperity
                 .
              
            
             
               By
               turns
               they
               feast
               him
               ,
               striving
               who
               shall
               treat
            
             
               A
               man
               ,
               to
               whom
               they
               would
               not
               give
               of
               late
            
             
               One
               Loaf
               of
               Bread
               :
               but
               O
               
                 his
                 great
                 Estate
              
               !
            
             
               
                 His
                 Means
                 ,
                 and
                 Honours
              
               now
               such
               figure
               make
            
             
               As
               all
               of
               them
               do
               covet
               to
               partake
            
             
               The
               happiness
               of
               his
               society
            
             
               And
               wait
               upon
               him
               ,
               with
               alacrity
               .
            
             
               With
               Jewels
               ,
               and
               
                 Gold
                 ear-rings
              
               they
               present
               him
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               broad
               
                 Silver
                 Medalls
              
               complement
               him
               .
            
             
               All
               his
               acquaintance
               too
               make
               now
               addresses
            
             
               To
               him
               ,
               and
               trouble
               him
               with
               fresh
               caresses
               ,
            
             
               And
               salutations
               in
               Prosperity
               ,
            
             
               Who
               did
               not
               mind
               him
               in
               Calamity
               .
            
             
               For
               now
               —
               —
            
             
               His
               
                 Friends
                 ,
                 Acquaintance
                 ,
                 Kinsmen
              
               ,
               in
               a
               word
               ,
            
             
               All
               that
               e're
               knew
               him
               ,
               seeing
               him
               restor'd
            
             
               Do
               croud
               about
               him
               ,
               every
               one
               denyes
               ,
            
             
               At
               least
               make
               fashion
               of
               Apologies
               ,
            
             
               For
               their
               unkindness
               ,
               whilst
               he
               was
               of
               late
            
             
               In
               a
               most
               sad
               ,
               and
               despicable
               state
               :
            
             
               But
               Job
               considering
               that
               those
               ,
               who
               forsook
               him
            
             
               When
               in
               Affliction
               ,
               if
               again
               it
               took
               him
               ,
            
             
               Would
               do
               the
               like
               ,
               did
               with
               great
               moderation
               ,
            
             
               Receive
               th'
               addresses
               of
               
                 that
                 Corporation
              
               :
            
             
               
                 Because
                 he
                 knew
                 such
                 Wardrobe-friends
                 ,
                 as
                 these
              
            
             
               
                 Were
                 not
                 for
                 Storms
                 ,
                 but
                 for
                 Festival
                 days
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 For
                 he
                 's
                 the
                 only
                 friend
                 ,
                 who
                 men
                 doth
                 owne
              
            
             
               
                 In
                 trouble
                 :
                 other
                 friendship
                 there
                 is
                 none
              
               ;
            
             
               
                 And
                 friendship
                 's
                 ne're
                 ,
                 but
                 in
                 Affliction
                 knowen
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Now
               after
               this
               so
               signal
               restauration
               ,
               
            
             
               Job
               us'd
               with
               so
               much
               grace
               ,
               and
               moderation
               ,
            
             
               His
               new
               Prosperity
               ,
               that
               God
               did
               bless
            
             
               His
               labour
               daily
               ,
               for
               he
               did
               increase
            
             
               In
               Wealth
               ,
               and
               Riches
               ,
               and
               did
               now
               possess
            
             
               Twice
               as
               much
               Means
               ,
               and
               had
               a
               greater
               Store
            
             
               By
               the
               one
               half
               ,
               then
               that
               he
               had
               before
               ▪
            
             
               Upon
               his
               Pasture
               Grounds
               he
               now
               did
               keep
            
             
               A
               lusty
               Stock
               of
               
                 fourteen
                 thousand
                 Sheep
              
               :
            
             
               And
               so
               of
               
                 Camels
                 ,
                 Oxen
                 ,
                 Shee-asses
              
               ,
            
             
               He
               now
               just
               twice
               the
               number
               did
               possess
               .
            
             
               In
               Honours
               too
               ,
               and
               Offices
               beside
            
             
               No
               doubt
               he
               now
               was
               highly
               magnify'd
               :
            
             
               
                 So
                 that
                 the
                 figure
                 of
                 his
                 latter
                 days
              
            
             
               
                 Appear'd
                 more
                 glorious
                 then
                 his
                 former
                 was
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               But
               what
               do
               Wealth
               ,
               and
               Honours
               signify
               
            
             
               Without
               the
               prospect
               of
               Posterity
               ?
            
             
               And
               therefore
               that
               in
               all
               Job
               might
               be
               bless't
            
             
             
               His
               hopeful
               Issue
               ,
               with
               his
               Wealth
               increas't
               .
            
             
               For
               now
               his
               Wife
               ,
               who
               all
               this
               time
               had
               stray'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               had
               belike
               i'
               th'
               Country
               begg'd
               her
               Bread
               ,
            
             
               During
               her
               Husbands
               Misery
               ;
               at
               last
            
             
               Learning
               by
               
                 publick
                 Fame
              
               ,
               what
               late
               had
               past
            
             
               In
               his
               Affair
               ,
               had
               to
               her
               former
               station
            
             
               Return'd
               ,
               and
               liv'd
               ,
               in
               sweet
               association
               ,
            
             
               With
               her
               kind
               Husband
               :
               (
               
                 for
                 we
                 do
                 not
                 read
              
            
             
               
                 That
                 ever
              
               Job
               
                 another
                 Wife
                 did
                 wed
              
               )
            
             
               By
               the
               same
               Wife
               then
               ,
               as
               it
               here
               appears
               ,
            
             
               He
               had
               ten
               Children
               in
               his
               latter
               years
               :
            
             
               
                 Seven
                 Males
                 ,
                 three
                 Females
              
               ,
               and
               ,
               as
               here
               related
               ,
            
             
               Never
               were
               Girls
               more
               beautiful
               created
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               were
               Jobs
               Daughters
               ,
               so
               
                 compleatly
                 fair
              
               ,
               
            
             
               So
               
                 brisque
                 ,
                 so
                 smooth
                 ,
                 so
                 sweet
                 ,
                 and
                 debonnair
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 So
                 amiable
                 ,
                 of
                 such
                 comely
                 features
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 As
                 both
                 their
                 names
                 ,
                 and
                 faces
                 with
                 their
                 natures
              
            
             
               
                 Did
                 fully
                 suit
              
               :
               the
               eldest
               Jemima
            
             
               He
               nam'd
               ,
               'cause
               of
               complexion
               bright
               ,
               as
               day
               .
            
             
               The
               second
               Kezia
               ,
               which
               doth
               signify
            
             
               One
               of
               an
               odorifick
               quality
               ,
            
             
               As
               sweet
               as
               Cassia
               :
               the
               third
               was
               knowen
            
             
               By
               th'
               name
               of
               Keren-happuch
               ,
               as
               to
               none
            
          
           
             
               Inseriour
               in
               beauty
               :
               these
               Co-heirs
               ,
               
            
             
               With
               their
               seven
               Brethren
               ,
               as
               by
               th'
               Text
               appears
            
             
               Were
               institute
               ,
               and
               without
               all
               debate
               ,
            
             
               By
               equal
               parts
               their
               Fathers
               great
               Estate
            
             
               They
               did
               possess
               ,
               living
               in
               unity
            
             
               Amongst
               themselves
               ,
               as
               if
               one
               Family
               :
            
             
               Free
               of
               Law-Suits
               ,
               each
               with
               their
               Dividend
            
             
               Did
               live
               content
               :
               none
               of
               'em
               did
               contend
            
             
               For
               th'right
               of
               Primogeniture
               ,
               or
               claim'd
            
             
               More
               then
               their
               Father
               t'
               each
               of
               them
               had
               nam'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               now
               ,
               to
               crown
               this
               good
               mans
               Happiness
               
            
             
               Full
               
                 sevenscore
                 years
              
               in
               Honour
               ,
               Wealth
               ,
               and
               Peace
               ,
            
             
               Job
               after
               this
               did
               live
               ,
               and
               fairly
               see
            
             
               His
               Childrens
               Children
               to
               the
               
                 fourth
                 Degree
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               At
               length
               ,
               as
               all
               the
               Race
               of
               Mortals
               must
               
            
             
               When
               Time
               is
               spent
               ,
               return
               again
               to
               Dust
               :
            
             
               So
               Job
               ,
               
                 whom
                 God
                 with
                 both
                 Estates
                 had
                 try'd
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Old
                 ,
                 full
                 of
                 happy
                 days
                 ,
                 and
                 blessings
                 dy'd
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               O
               so
               let
               all
               with
               Sorrows
               now
               oppress
               't
            
             
               In
               thy
               good
               Time
               obtain
               Eternal
               Rest
               :
            
             
               Let
               all
               afflicted
               trust
               in
               thee
               alone
            
             
               Great
               God
               ,
               
                 besides
                 thee
                 comfort
                 there
                 is
                 none
                 .
              
            
             
               Let
               no
               man
               in
               his
               Sufferings
               repine
               ▪
            
             
               For
               both
               Lifes-Sorrows
               ,
               and
               Delights
               are
               thine
               ,
            
             
               Which
               to
               each
               Mortal
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               thou
               dost
               dispense
            
             
               As
               thou
               thinks't
               good
               ;
               O
               let
               Jobs
               Patience
            
             
               Be
               a
               grand
               Copy
               ,
               which
               ,
               in
               my
               sad
               state
               ,
            
             
               My
               anxious
               Soul
               may
               strive
               to
               imitate
               .
            
             
               
                 That
                 pious
                 thoughts
                 each
                 hour
                 may
                 lenifie
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 Paroxisms
                 of
                 my
                 Adversity
              
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         FINIS
         .
      
    
     
       
         Notes, typically marginal, from the original text
         
           Notes for div A33354-e1420
           
             1.
             
             There
             was
             a
             man
             in
             the
             land
             of
             vz
             ,
             whose
             name
             was
             Iob
             ,
             and
             that
             man
             was
             perfect
             and
             upright
             ,
             and
             one
             that
             feared
             God
             ,
             and
             eschewed
             evil
             .
          
           
             2.
             
             And
             there
             was
             born
             to
             him
             seven
             sons
             ,
             and
             three
             daughters
             .
          
           
             3.
             
             His
             substance
             also
             was
             7000
             Sheep
             ,
             and
             3000
             Camels
             ,
             and
             500
             Yoke
             of
             Oxen
             ,
             and
             500
             Shee-asses
             ,
             and
             a
             very
             great
             Houshold
             ,
             so
             that
             this
             man
             was
             the
             greatest
             man
             of
             all
             the
             East
             .
          
           
             4.
             
             And
             his
             sons
             went
             and
             feasted
             in
             their
             houses
             ,
             every
             one
             his
             day
             ,
             and
             sent
             ,
             and
             called
             for
             their
             three
             sisters
             ,
             to
             eat
             ,
             and
             drink
             with
             them
             ,
          
           
             5.
             
             And
             when
             the
             dayes
             of
             their
             banqueting
             were
             gone
             about
             ,
             Iob
             sent
             ,
             and
             sancti
             fied
             them
             ,
             and
             rose
             up
             early
             in
             the
             morning
             ,
             and
             offered
             burnt-offering
             according
             to
             the
             number
             of
             them
             all
             .
             For
             Iob
             thought
             it
             may
             be
             ,
             my
             sons
             have
             sinned
             ,
             and
             blasphemed
             God
             in
             their
             hearts
             ,
             thus
             Iob
             did
             every
             day
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             Now
             ,
             on
             a
             day
             when
             the
             Children
             of
             God
             came
             ,
             and
             stood
             before
             the
             Lord
             ,
             Satan
             came
             also
             among
             them
             .
          
           
             7.
             
             Then
             the
             Lord
             said
             unto
             Satan
             ,
             whence
             commest
             thou
             ,
             and
             Satan
             answered
             the
             Lord
             ,
             from
             compassing
             the
             earth
             to
             ,
             and
             fro
             ,
             and
             from
             walking
             in
             it
             .
          
           
             8.
             
             And
             the
             Lord
             said
             unto
             Satan
             ,
             hast
             thou
             not
             considered
             my
             servant
             Iob
             ,
             how
             none
             is
             like
             him
             in
             the
             earth
             ,
             an
             upright
             ,
             and
             just
             man
             ,
             one
             that
             feareth
             God
             ,
             and
             escheweth
             evil
             .
          
           
             9.
             
             Then
             Satan
             answered
             the
             Lord
             ,
             and
             said
             ,
             doth
             Iob
             serve
             God
             for
             nought
             .
          
           
             10.
             
             Hast
             thou
             not
             made
             an●
             hedge
             about
             him
             ,
             and
             about
             his
             house
             ,
             and
             about
             all
             that
             he
             hath
             ,
             on
             every
             side
             ,
             thou
             hast
             blessed
             the
             works
             of
             his
             hands
             ,
             and
             his
             substance
             is
             increased
             in
             the
             land
             .
          
           
             11.
             
             But
             stretch
             now
             out
             thine
             hand
             ,
             and
             touch
             all
             that
             he
             hath
             ,
             and
             see
             if
             he
             will
             not
             blaspheme
             thee
             to
             thy
             face
             ,
          
           
             12.
             
             Then
             said
             the
             Lord
             unto
             Satan
             ,
             loe
             all
             that
             he
             hath
             is
             in
             thine
             hand
             ,
             only
             upon
             himself
             shalt
             thou
             not
             stretch
             out
             thy
             hand
             ;
             so
             Satan
             departed
             from
             the
             presence
             of
             the
             Lord.
             
          
           
             13.
             
             And
             on
             a
             day
             ,
             when
             his
             sons
             ,
             and
             daughters
             were
             eating
             ,
             and
             drinking
             wine
             in
             their
             eldest
             brothers
             house
             .
          
           
             14.
             
             Then
             came
             a
             messenger
             unto
             Iob
             ,
             and
             said
             the
             oxen
             were
             plowing
             ,
             and
             the
             asses
             feeding
             in
             their
             places
             .
          
           
             15.
             
             And
             the
             Sabeans
             came
             violently
             ,
             and
             took
             them
             ,
             yea
             they
             have
             slain
             the
             servants
             with
             the
             edge
             of
             the
             sword
             ,
             but
             I
             only
             am
             escaped
             alone
             to
             tell
             thee
             .
          
           
             16.
             
             And
             whilst
             he
             was
             yet
             speaking
             ,
             another
             came
             ,
             and
             said
             ,
             the
             fire
             of
             God
             is
             fallen
             from
             heaven
             ,
             and
             hath
             burn't
             up
             the
             sheep
             and
             the
             servants
             ,
             and
             devoured
             them
             and
             I
             only
             am
             escaped
             to
             tell
             thee
             .
          
           
             17.
             
             And
             whilst
             he
             was
             yet
             speaking
             another
             came
             ,
             and
             said
             ,
             the
             Chaldeans
             set
             out
             three
             bands
             ,
             and
             fell
             upon
             the
             camels
             ,
             and
             have
             taken
             them
             ,
             and
             have
             slain
             the
             servants
             with
             the
             edge
             of
             the
             sword
             ,
             but
             I
             only
             am
             escaped
             to
             tell
             thee
             .
          
           
             18.
             
             And
             whilst
             he
             was
             yet
             speaking
             ,
             came
             another
             and
             said
             ,
             thy
             sons
             ,
             and
             thy
             daughters
             were
             eating
             &
             drinking
             wine
             in
             their
             eldest
             brothers
             house
             .
          
           
             19.
             
             Behold
             there
             came
             a
             great
             whirlewind
             from
             beyond
             the
             wilderness
             ,
             and
             smote
             the
             four
             corners
             of
             the
             house
             which
             fell
             upon
             the
             children
             ,
             and
             they
             are
             dead
             ,
             and
             I
             only
             am
             escaped
             to
             tell
             thee
             .
          
           
             20.
             
             Then
             Iob
             arose
             ,
             and
             rent
             his
             garment
             ,
             and
             shav'd
             his
             head
             ,
             &
             fell
             down
             upon
             the
             ground
             ,
             and
             worshipped
             .
          
           
             21.
             
             And
             said
             naked
             came
             I
             out
             of
             my
             mothers
             womb
             ,
             &
             naked
             shall
             I
             return
             thither
             ,
             the
             Lord
             hath
             given
             &
             the
             Lord
             hath
             taken
             ,
             blessed
             be
             the
             name
             of
             the
             Lord.
             
          
           
             ●2
             .
             In
             all
             this
             did
             not
             Iob
             sin
             ,
             nor
             charge
             God
             feolishly
             .
          
           
             1.
             
             And
             on
             a
             day
             the
             children
             of
             God
             came
             and
             stood
             before
             the
             Lord
             ,
             &
             Satan
             came
             also
             among
             them
             ,
             &
             stood
             before
             the
             Lord.
             
          
           
             2.
             
             Then
             saidthe
             Lord
             unto
             Satan
             ,
             whence
             comest
             thou
             ,
             and
             Satan
             answered
             from
             compassing
             the
             earth
             to
             and
             fro
             ,
             and
             from
             walking
             in
             it
             .
          
           
             3.
             
             And
             the
             Lord
             said
             unto
             Satan
             ,
             hast
             not
             considered
             my
             servant
             Iob
             ,
             how
             none
             is
             like
             him
             in
             the
             earth
             ,
             an
             upright
             and
             just
             man
             ,
             one
             that
             feareth
             God
             ,
             and
             escheweth
             evil
             ,
             for
             he
             yet
             continueth
             in
             his
             uprightness
             ,
             although
             thou
             movedst
             me
             against
             him
             ,
             to
             destroy
             him
             without
             cause
             .
          
           
             4.
             
             And
             Satan
             answered
             the
             Lord
             ,
             and
             said
             ,
             skin
             for
             skin
             ,
             &
             all
             that
             a
             man
             has
             ,
             he
             will
             give
             for
             his
             life
             .
          
           
             5.
             
             But
             stretch
             now
             out
             thine
             hand
             ,
             and
             touch
             his
             bones
             ,
             and
             his
             flesh
             to
             see
             if
             he
             will
             not
             blaspheme
             thee
             to
             thy
             face
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             Then
             the
             Lord
             said
             unto
             Satan
             ,
             he
             is
             in
             thy
             hand
             ,
             but
             save
             his
             life
             .
          
           
             7.
             
             So
             Satan
             departed
             from
             the
             presence
             of
             the
             Lord
             ,
             and
             smote
             Iob
             with
             fore
             boyls
             ,
             from
             the
             crown
             of
             his
             head
             ,
             to
             the
             sole
             of
             his
             foot
             .
          
           
             8.
             
             And
             Iob
             took
             a
             potsherd
             to
             scrape
             him
             ,
             and
             he
             sat
             down
             among
             the
             ashes
             .
          
           
             9.
             
             Then
             said
             his
             wise
             unto
             him
             ,
             dost
             thou
             continue
             yet
             in
             thy
             uprightness
             ,
             blaspheme
             God
             ,
             and
             die
             .
          
           
             10.
             
             But
             he
             said
             unto
             her
             thou
             speakest
             like
             a
             foolish
             woman
             ,
             what
             shall
             we
             receive
             good
             at
             the
             hands
             of
             God
             ,
             and
             not
             receive
             evil
             ,
             in
             all
             this
             Iob
             did
             not
             sin
             with
             his
             lips
             .
          
           
             11
             Now
             when
             Iobs
             three
             friends
             heard
             of
             all
             this
             evil
             that
             was
             come
             upon
             him
             ,
             they
             came
             every
             one
             from
             his
             own
             place
             ,
             Eliphaz
             the
             Temanite
             ,
             Bildad
             the
             Shuhite
             ,
             and
             Zophar
             the
             Naamathite
             ,
             for
             they
             had
             made
             an
             appointment
             together
             to
             come
             to
             mourn
             with
             him
             .
          
           
             12
             And
             when
             they
             lift
             up
             their
             eyes
             afar
             off
             ,
             and
             knew
             him
             not
             ,
             they
             lift
             up
             their
             voice
             ,
             and
             wept
             ,
             and
             they
             rent
             every
             one
             his
             mantle
             ,
             and
             sprinkled
             dust
             upon
             their
             heads
             toward
             heaven
             .
          
           
             13
             So
             they
             sat
             down
             with
             him
             on
             the
             ground
             seven
             dayes
             ,
             and
             seven
             nights
             ,
             and
             none
             spoke
             a
             word
             to
             him
             ,
             for
             they
             saw
             that
             his
             grief
             was
             very
             great
             .
          
           
             1.
             
             After
             this
             Iob
             opened
             his
             mouth
             ,
             and
             cursed
             his
             day
             .
          
           
             2.
             
             And
             Iob
             spake
             ,
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             3.
             
             Let
             the
             day
             perish
             wherein
             I
             was
             born
             ,
             and
             the
             night
             in
             which
             it
             was
             said
             there
             is
             a
             man
             child
             conceived
             .
          
           
             4.
             
             Let
             that
             day
             be
             darkness
             ,
             let
             not
             God
             regard
             it
             from
             above
             ▪
             neither
             let
             the
             light
             shine
             upon
             it
             .
          
           
             5.
             
             Let
             darkness
             and
             the
             shadow
             of
             death
             stain
             it
             ,
             let
             a
             cloud
             dwell
             upon
             it
             ,
             let
             the
             blackness
             of
             the
             day
             terrify
             it
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             As
             for
             that
             night
             ,
             let
             darkness
             seize
             upon
             it
             ,
             let
             it
             not
             be
             joyned
             to
             the
             dayes
             of
             the
             year
             ,
             let
             it
             not
             ●●me
             into
             the
             num●●●
             of
             the
             months
             .
          
           
             7.
             
             Let
             that
             night
             be
             solitary
             ,
             let
             no
             joyful
             noise
             be
             heard
             therein
             .
          
           
             8.
             
             Let
             them
             curse
             it
             that
             curse
             their
             day
             ,
             being
             ready
             to
             renew
             their
             mourning
             .
          
           
             9.
             
             Let
             the
             stars
             of
             the
             twilight
             thereof
             be
             dark
             ,
             let
             it
             look
             for
             light
             ,
             but
             have
             none
             ,
             neither
             let
             it
             see
             the
             dawning
             of
             the
             day
             .
          
           
             10.
             
             Because
             it
             shut
             no●●p
             the
             doors
             of
             m●
             mothers
             womb
             ,
             〈◊〉
             hid
             sorrow
             from
             n●●e
             eyes
             .
          
           
             11.
             
             Why
             did
             I
             not
             dye
             from
             the
             womb
             ?
             why
             did
             I
             not
             give
             up
             the
             ghost
             ,
             when
             I
             came
             from
             the
             belly
             .
          
           
             12.
             
             Why
             did
             the
             knees
             prevent
             me
             ,
             or
             why
             the
             breasts
             that
             I
             should
             suck
             .
          
           
             13.
             
             For
             now
             I
             should
             have
             layn
             still
             ,
             and
             been
             quiet
             ,
             &
             should
             have
             slept
             ,
             then
             had
             I
             been
             at
             rest
             .
          
           
             14.
             
             With
             Kings
             and
             Counsellors
             of
             the
             earth
             ,
             who
             built
             desolate
             places
             for
             themselves
             .
          
           
             15.
             
             Or
             with
             Princes
             that
             had
             gold
             ,
             who
             filled
             their
             houses
             with
             silver
             .
          
           
             16.
             
             Or
             as
             an
             hidden
             untimely
             birth
             ,
             I
             had
             not
             been
             ,
             as
             infants
             ,
             who
             never
             see
             the
             light
             .
          
           
             17.
             
             There
             the
             wicked
             cease
             from
             troubling
             ▪
             there
             the
             weary
             be
             at
             rest
             .
          
           
             18
             ,
             There
             the
             Prisoners
             rest
             together
             ,
             they
             hear
             not
             the
             voice
             of
             the
             oppressor
             .
          
           
             19.
             
             The
             small
             and
             great
             are
             there
             ,
             and
             the
             servant
             is
             free
             from
             his
             master
             .
          
           
             20.
             
             Wherefore
             is
             light
             given
             to
             him
             that
             is
             in
             misery
             ,
             and
             life
             to
             the
             bitter
             in
             soul
             ?
          
           
             21.
             
             Who
             long
             for
             death
             ,
             but
             it
             cometh
             not
             ,
             and
             dig
             for
             it
             more
             than
             for
             hid
             treasures
             .
          
           
             22.
             
             Who
             rejoyee
             exceedingly
             ,
             and
             are
             glad
             when
             they
             find
             the
             grave
             .
          
           
             23.
             
             Why
             is
             light
             given
             to
             a
             man
             who
             is
             hid
             ,
             and
             whom
             God
             hath
             hedged
             in
             ?
          
           
             24.
             
             For
             my
             sighing
             cometh
             before
             I
             eat
             ,
             and
             my
             roarings
             are
             poured
             out
             like
             the
             waters
             .
          
           
             25.
             
             For
             the
             thing
             which
             I
             greatly
             feared
             ,
             is
             come
             upon
             me
             ,
             and
             that
             which
             I
             was
             afraid
             of
             is
             come
             unto
             me
             .
          
        
         
           Notes for div A33354-e17380
           
             1.
             
             Then
             Eliphaz
             the
             Temanite
             answered
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             2.
             
             If
             we
             essay
             to
             commune
             with
             thee
             ,
             wilt
             thou
             be
             grieved
             ?
             but
             who
             can
             withhold
             himself
             from
             speaking
             .
          
           
             3.
             
             Behold
             thou
             hast
             taught
             many
             ▪
             and
             hast
             strengthen●d
             the
             wearied
             hands
             
          
           
             4.
             
             Thy
             words
             have
             confirmed
             him
             who
             was
             falling
             ,
             and
             thou
             hast
             strengthened
             the
             we●k
             knees
             .
          
           
             5.
             
             But
             now
             it
             is
             come
             upon
             thee
             ,
             and
             thou
             art
             grieved
             ,
             it
             toucheth
             thee
             ,
             and
             thou
             art
             troubled
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             Is
             not
             this
             thy
             fear
             ,
             thy
             confidence
             ,
             thy
             patience
             ,
             and
             the
             uprightness
             of
             thy
             ways
             ?
          
           
             7.
             
             Remember
             I
             pray
             thee
             ,
             whoever
             perished
             being
             innocent
             ,
             or
             where
             were
             the
             upright
             destroyed
             .
          
           
             8.
             
             As
             I
             have
             seen
             those
             that
             plow
             iniquity
             ,
             and
             sow
             wickedness
             ,
             reapthe
             same
             .
          
           
             9.
             
             With
             the
             blast
             of
             God
             they
             perish
             ,
             and
             with
             the
             breath
             of
             his
             nostrils
             they
             are
             consumed
             .
          
           
             10.
             
             The
             roaring
             of
             the
             lyon
             ,
             and
             the
             voice
             of
             the
             lyonness
             ,
             and
             the
             teeth
             of
             the
             lyons
             whelps
             are
             broken
             .
          
           
             11.
             
             The
             lyon
             petisheth
             for
             lack
             of
             prey
             ,
             and
             the
             lyons
             whelps
             are
             scattered
             abroad
             .
          
           
             12.
             
             But
             a
             thing
             was
             brought
             to
             me
             secretly
             ,
             and
             mine
             ear
             received
             a
             little
             thereof
             .
          
           
             13.
             
             In
             the
             thoughts
             of
             the
             vision
             of
             the
             night
             ,
             when
             sleep
             falleth
             on
             man.
             
          
           
             14.
             
             Fear
             came
             upon
             me
             ,
             and
             dread
             ▪
             which
             made
             all
             my
             bones
             to
             tremble
             .
          
           
             15.
             
             And
             the
             wind
             passed
             before
             me
             ,
             and
             made
             the
             haires
             of
             my
             flesh
             to
             stand
             up
             .
          
           
             16.
             
             Then
             stood
             one
             ,
             and
             I
             knew
             not
             his
             face
             ,
             an
             Image
             was
             before
             mine
             eyes
             ,
             and
             in
             silence
             I
             heard
             a
             voice
             saying
             .
          
           
             17.
             
             Shall
             man
             be
             more
             just
             ,
             than
             God
             ,
             or
             shall
             a
             man
             be
             more
             pure
             then
             his
             maker
             ?
          
           
             18.
             
             Behold
             he
             found
             no
             sted
             fastness
             in
             his
             servants
             ,
             and
             say'd
             folly
             upon
             his
             Angels
             .
          
           
             19.
             
             How
             much
             more
             in
             them
             ,
             that
             dwell
             in
             houses
             of
             clay
             ,
             who●
             foundation
             is
             in
             the
             dust
             ,
             which
             shall
             be
             destroyed
             before
             the
             moth
             .
          
           
             20.
             
             They
             be
             destroyed
             from
             the
             morning
             to
             the
             evening
             ,
             they
             perish
             for
             ever
             without
             regard
             .
          
           
             21.
             
             Doth
             not
             their
             dignity
             go
             away
             with
             them
             ?
             do
             they
             not
             dye
             ,
             and
             that
             without
             wisdom
             ?
          
           
             1.
             
             Call
             now
             ;
             if
             any
             wi●l
             answer
             thee
             ,
             and
             to
             which
             of
             the
             Saints
             wilt
             thou
             turn
             ?
          
           
             2.
             
             Doubtless
             anger
             kills
             the
             foolish
             ,
             and
             envy
             slayeth
             the
             Ideot
             .
          
           
             3.
             
             I
             have
             seen
             the
             foolish
             well
             rooted
             ,
             and
             suddainly
             I
             euiled
             his
             habitation
             ,
             saying
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             His
             children
             shall
             be
             farr
             from
             salvation
             ,
             they
             shall
             perish
             in
             the
             gate
             ,
             and
             there
             shall
             be
             none
             to
             deliver
             them
             
          
           
             5.
             
             The
             hungry
             shall
             eat
             up
             his
             harvest
             ,
             yea
             they
             shall
             take
             it
             from
             among
             the
             thorns
             ,
             and
             the
             thirsty
             shall
             drink
             up
             their
             substance
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             For
             misery
             cometh
             not
             forth
             of
             the
             dust
             ,
             neither
             doth
             affliction
             spring
             out
             of
             the
             earth
             .
          
           
             7.
             
             But
             man
             is
             born
             to
             travel
             ,
             as
             sparks
             fly
             upward
             .
          
           
             8.
             
             But
             I
             would
             enquire
             of
             God
             ,
             and
             turn
             my
             talk
             unto
             God.
             
          
           
             9.
             
             Which
             doth
             great
             things
             ,
             and
             unsearchable
             things
             without
             number
             .
          
           
             10.
             
             He
             giveth
             rain
             upon
             the
             earth
             ,
             and
             poureth
             rain
             upon
             the
             streets
             ▪
             
          
           
             11.
             
             And
             setteth
             up
             on
             high
             them
             that
             are
             low
             ,
             that
             the
             sorrowful
             may
             be
             exalted
             to
             salvation
             .
          
           
             12.
             
             He
             seattereth
             the
             devices
             of
             the
             crafty
             ,
             so
             that
             their
             hands
             cannot
             accomplish
             that
             ,
             which
             they
             do
             enterprise
             .
          
           
             13.
             
             He
             taketh
             the
             wise
             in
             their
             craftiness
             ,
             and
             the
             counsels
             of
             the
             wicked
             are
             made
             foolish
             .
          
           
             14.
             
             They
             meet
             with
             darkness
             in
             the
             day
             time
             ,
             and
             grope
             at
             noon-tide
             ,
             as
             in
             the
             night
             .
          
           
             15.
             
             But
             he
             saveth
             the
             poor
             from
             the
             sword
             ,
             from
             their
             mouth
             ,
             and
             from
             the
             hand
             of
             the
             violen
             ▪
             man.
             
          
           
             16.
             
             So
             that
             the
             poor
             hath
             his
             hope
             ,
             but
             iniquities
             shall
             stop
             his
             mouth
             .
          
           
             17.
             
             Behold
             blessed
             is
             the
             man
             whom
             God
             correcteth
             ,
             wherefore
             refuse
             not
             thou
             the
             chastiting
             of
             the
             Almighty
             .
          
           
             18.
             
             For
             he
             maketh
             the
             wound
             and
             he
             bind
             eth
             it
             up
             ,
             he
             smiteth
             &
             his
             hands
             make
             whole
             .
          
           
             19.
             
             He
             shall
             deliver
             thee
             in
             six
             troubles
             ,
             and
             in
             the
             seventh
             the
             evil
             shall
             not
             touch
             thee
             .
          
           
             20.
             
             In
             famine
             he
             shall
             deliver
             thee
             from
             death
             ,
             and
             in
             battel
             from
             the
             power
             of
             the
             sword
             .
          
           
             21.
             
             Thou
             shalt
             be
             hid
             from
             the
             scourge
             of
             the
             tongue
             ,
             and
             thou
             shall
             not
             be
             afraid
             of
             destruction
             when
             it
             cometh
             .
          
           
             22.
             
             But
             thou
             shalt
             laugh
             at
             destruction
             ,
             and
             death
             ,
             and
             shalt
             not
             be
             afraid
             of
             the
             beast
             of
             the
             earth
             .
          
           
             23.
             
             For
             the
             stones
             of
             the
             field
             shall
             be
             in
             league
             with
             thee
             ,
             and
             the
             beasts
             of
             the
             field
             shall
             be
             at
             peace
             with
             thee
             .
          
           
             24.
             
             And
             thou
             shalt
             know
             that
             peace
             shal
             be
             in
             thy
             tabernacle
             ,
             and
             thou
             shalt
             visit
             thine
             habitation
             ,
             and
             shalt
             not
             si●
             .
          
           
             25
             Thou
             shalt
             perceive
             also
             that
             thy
             seed
             shall
             be
             great
             ,
             and
             thy
             posterity
             as
             the
             grass
             of
             the
             earth
             .
          
           
             26
             Thou
             shalt
             go
             to
             thy
             grave
             in
             a
             fulage
             ,
             as
             a
             rick
             of
             corn
             cometh
             in
             due
             season
             to
             the
             barns
             .
          
           
             27
             Lo
             thus
             have
             we
             enquired
             of
             it
             ,
             and
             so
             it
             is
             ,
             hear
             this
             ,
             and
             know
             it
             forthy
             self
             .
          
           
             ●
             1
             But
             Iob
             answered
             ,
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             2
             O
             that
             my
             grief
             were
             well
             weighed
             ,
             &
             my
             miseries
             were
             laid
             together
             in
             the
             ballance
             .
          
           
             3
             For
             it
             would
             be
             now
             heavier
             than
             the
             sands
             of
             the
             seas
             ,
             therefore
             my
             words
             are
             swallowed
             up
             .
          
           
             4.
             
             For
             the
             arrows
             of
             the
             Almighty
             are
             in
             me
             ,
             the
             venome
             whereof
             drinketh
             up
             my
             spirit
             ,
             and
             the
             terrors
             of
             God
             fight
             against
             me
             .
          
           
             5.
             
             Doth
             the
             wild
             asse
             bray
             ,
             when
             he
             hath
             grass
             ?
             or
             loweth
             the
             ox
             when
             he
             has
             fodder
             ?
          
           
             6.
             
             That
             which
             is
             unsavoury
             ,
             shall
             it
             be
             eaten
             without
             salt
             ?
             or
             is
             there
             any
             taste
             in
             the
             white
             of
             an
             egg
             ?
          
           
             7.
             
             Such
             things
             as
             my
             soul
             refused
             to
             touch
             ,
             as
             were
             ●●rrows
             ,
             are
             my
             me●●
             .
          
           
             8.
             
             O
             that
             I
             might
             have
             my
             desire
             ,
             and
             that
             God
             would
             grant
             me
             the
             thing
             I
             long
             for
             .
          
           
             9.
             
             That
             is
             that
             God
             would
             destroy
             me
             ,
             that
             he
             would
             let
             his
             hand
             go
             ,
             and
             cut
             me
             off
             .
          
           
             10.
             
             Then
             should
             I
             yet
             have
             comfort
             though
             I
             burn
             with
             sorrow
             ,
             let
             him
             not
             spare
             ,
             because
             I
             have
             not
             denyed
             the
             words
             of
             the
             holy
             One.
             
          
           
             11.
             
             What
             power
             have
             I
             that
             I
             should
             endure
             ,
             or
             what
             is
             my
             end
             ,
             if
             I
             should
             prolong
             my
             life
             ?
          
           
             12.
             
             Is
             my
             strength
             the
             strength
             of
             stones
             or
             is
             my
             flesh
             of
             brass
             ?
          
           
             13.
             
             Is
             it
             not
             so
             that
             there
             is
             in
             me
             no
             help
             ,
             and
             that
             strength
             is
             taken
             from
             me
             .
          
           
             14.
             
             He
             that
             is
             in
             misery
             ought
             to
             be
             comforted
             of
             his
             neighbours
             ,
             but
             men
             have
             forsaken
             the
             fear
             of
             Almighty
             .
          
           
             15.
             
             My
             brethren
             have
             deceived
             me
             ,
             as
             a
             brook
             ,
             and
             as
             the
             ruing
             of
             the
             rivers
             ,
             they
             pass
             away
             .
          
           
             16.
             
             Which
             are
             blackish
             with
             ice
             ,
             and
             wherein
             the
             snow
             is
             hid
             .
          
           
             17.
             
             But
             in
             time
             ,
             they
             are
             dryed
             up
             with
             heat
             ,
             and
             are
             consumed
             ,
             and
             when
             it
             is
             hot
             they
             fail
             out
             of
             their
             places
             .
          
           
             18.
             
             Or
             they
             depart
             from
             their
             ways
             and
             their
             course
             ,
             yea
             they
             vanish
             ,
             and
             perish
             .
          
           
             19.
             
             They
             that
             go
             to
             Tema
             considered
             them
             ,
             and
             they
             that
             go
             to
             Sheba
             ,
             waited
             for
             them
             .
          
           
             20.
             
             But
             they
             were
             confounded
             ,
             when
             they
             hoped
             ,
             they
             came
             hither
             ,
             and
             were
             ashamed
             .
          
           
             21.
             
             Surely
             now
             you
             are
             like
             unto
             it
             ,
             you
             have
             seen
             my
             fearful
             plagues
             ,
             and
             are
             afraid
             
          
           
             22.
             
             Was
             it
             because
             I
             said
             ,
             bring
             untome
             ,
             or
             give
             me
             a
             reward
             of
             your
             substance
             .
          
           
             23.
             
             And
             deliver
             me
             from
             the
             enemies
             hand
             ,
             or
             ransomme
             out
             of
             the
             hands
             of
             yrants
             .
          
           
             24.
             
             Teach
             me
             ,
             and
             I
             will
             hold
             my
             tongue
             ,
             and
             cause
             me
             to
             understand
             wherein
             I
             have
             erred
             .
          
           
             25.
             
             How
             stedfast
             are
             the
             words
             of
             righteousness
             ,
             and
             what
             can
             any
             of
             you
             reprove
             ?
          
           
             26.
             
             Do
             you
             imagine
             to
             reprove
             words
             ,
             that
             the
             talk
             of
             the
             afflicted
             should
             be
             as
             wind
             ?
          
           
             27.
             
             You
             make
             your
             wrath
             ●o
             fall
             upon
             the
             fatherless
             ,
             and
             dig
             a
             pit
             for
             your
             friend
             .
          
           
             28.
             
             Now
             therefore
             be
             content
             to
             look
             upon
             me
             ,
             for
             I
             will
             lye
             before
             your
             face
             .
          
           
             29.
             
             Return
             I
             pray
             you
             ,
             let
             there
             be
             no
             iniquity
             ▪
             return
             I
             say
             ,
             and
             you
             shall
             yet
             see
             my
             righteousness
             in
             that
             behalf
             :
             is
             there
             iniquity
             in
             my
             tongue
             ?
             doth
             not
             my
             mouth
             feel
             sorrows
             .
          
           
             1.
             
             Is
             there
             not
             an
             appointed
             time
             for
             man
             upon
             earth
             ?
             and
             are
             not
             his
             days
             ,
             as
             the
             days
             of
             an
             hireling
             ?
          
           
             2.
             
             As
             a
             servant
             longeth
             for
             the
             shadow
             ,
             and
             as
             a
             hireling
             looketh
             for
             the
             end
             of
             his
             work
             .
          
           
             3.
             
             So
             have
             I
             had
             as
             an
             inheritance
             the
             moneths
             of
             vanity
             ,
             and
             painful
             nights
             have
             been
             appointed
             to
             me
             .
          
           
             4.
             
             If
             I
             laid
             me
             down
             ,
             I
             said
             when
             shall
             I
             arise
             ,
             and
             measuring
             the
             evening
             ,
             I
             am
             even
             full
             with
             tossing
             too
             ,
             and
             fro
             ,
             unto
             the
             dawning
             of
             the
             day
             .
          
           
             5.
             
             My
             flesh
             is
             cloathed
             with
             worms
             and
             filthiness
             of
             the
             dust
             ,
             my
             skin
             is
             rent
             ,
             and
             become
             horrible
             .
          
           
             6
             :
             My
             days
             are
             swifter
             then
             a
             weavers
             shuttle
             ,
             and
             they
             are
             spent
             without
             hope
             .
          
           
             7.
             
             Remember
             that
             my
             life
             is
             but
             a
             wind
             ,
             and
             that
             mine
             eye
             shall
             not
             return
             to
             see
             pleasure
             .
          
           
             8
             ▪
             The
             eye
             that
             hath
             seen
             me
             ,
             shall
             see
             me
             no
             more
             ,
             thine
             eyes
             are
             upon
             me
             ,
             and
             I
             shall
             be
             no
             longer
             .
          
           
             9.
             
             As
             the
             cloud
             vanisheth
             ,
             and
             goeth
             away
             ,
             so
             he
             that
             goeth
             down
             to
             the
             grave
             shall
             come
             up
             no
             more
             .
          
           
             10.
             
             He
             shall
             return
             no
             more
             to
             his
             house
             ,
             neither
             shall
             his
             place
             know
             him
             any
             more
             .
          
           
             11
             :
             Therefore
             will
             I
             not
             spare
             my
             mouth
             ,
             but
             I
             will
             speak
             in
             the
             trouble
             of
             my
             spirit
             ,
             and
             muse
             in
             the
             bitterness
             of
             my
             mind
             .
          
           
             1●
             .
             Am
             I
             a
             sea
             ,
             or
             ●whale-fish
             ,
             that
             thou
             keep'st
             me
             in
             ward
             ▪
             
          
           
             12.
             
             When
             I
             say
             my
             couch
             shall
             relieve
             me
             and
             my
             bed
             shall
             give
             me
             comfort
             in
             my
             meditation
             .
          
           
             14.
             
             Then
             fearest
             thou
             me
             with
             dreams
             and
             astonishest
             me
             with
             visions
             .
          
           
             15.
             
             Therefore
             my
             soul
             chuseth
             rather
             to
             be
             strangled
             ,
             and
             to
             dy●
             then
             to
             be
             in
             my
             bones
             .
          
           
             16.
             
             I
             abhore
             it
             ,
             I
             shall
             not
             live
             always
             ,
             spare
             methen
             ,
             for
             my
             days
             are
             but
             vanity
             .
          
           
             17.
             
             What
             is
             man
             ,
             that
             thou
             shouldest
             magnify
             him
             ,
             or
             that
             thou
             ●ettest
             thy
             heart
             on
             him
             ?
          
           
             18.
             
             And
             dost
             visit
             him
             every
             moment
             ,
             and
             tryest
             him
             every
             morning
             .
          
           
             19.
             
             How
             long
             will
             it
             be
             ,
             ere
             ●●ou
             depart
             from
             ,
             thou
             wilt
             not
             let
             me
             alone
             whilst
             I
             may
             swallow
             down
             m●spittle
             .
          
           
             20.
             
             I
             have
             sinned
             ,
             what
             shall
             I
             do
             unto
             thee
             ,
             O
             thou
             preserver
             of
             men
             ,
             why
             hast
             thou
             set
             me
             ,
             as
             a
             mark
             against
             thee
             ,
             so
             that
             I
             am
             a
             burden
             to
             my self
             .
          
           
             21.
             
             And
             why
             dost
             thou
             not
             pardon
             my
             trespass
             ?
             and
             take
             away
             mine
             iniquity
             ,
             for
             now
             shall
             I
             sleep
             in
             the
             dust
             ,
             and
             if
             thou
             seekest
             me
             in
             the
             morning
             ,
             I
             shall
             not
             be
             found
             .
          
           
             1.
             
             Then
             answered
             Bildad
             the
             Shuhite
             ,
             and
             said
             .
          
           
             2.
             
             How
             long
             wilt
             thou
             talk
             of
             these
             things
             ?
             and
             how
             long
             shall
             the
             words
             of
             thy
             mouth
             be
             as
             a
             mighty
             wind
             ?
          
           
             3.
             
             Doth
             God
             pervert
             judgement
             ,
             or
             doth
             the
             Almighty
             subvert
             justice
             .
          
           
             4.
             
             If
             thy
             sons
             have
             sinned
             against
             him
             ,
             and
             he
             hath
             sent
             them
             to
             the
             place
             of
             their
             iniquity
             .
          
           
             5.
             
             Yet
             if
             thou
             wilt
             early
             seek
             unto
             God
             ,
             and
             pray
             to
             the
             Almighty
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             If
             thou
             be
             pure
             and
             upright
             ,
             then
             surely
             he
             will
             awake
             up
             unto
             thee
             ,
             and
             he
             will
             make
             the
             habitation
             of
             thy
             righteousnesse
             prosperous
             .
          
           
             7.
             
             And
             though
             thy
             beginning
             be
             small
             ,
             yet
             thy
             latter
             end
             shall
             greatly
             encrease
             .
          
           
             8.
             
             Enquire
             therefore
             I
             pray
             thee
             of
             the
             former
             age
             ,
             and
             prepare
             thy self
             to
             search
             of
             thy
             fathers
             .
          
           
             9.
             
             For
             we
             are
             but
             of
             yesterday
             ,
             and
             know
             nothing
             ,
             and
             our
             days
             upon
             earth
             are
             but
             as
             a
             shadow
             .
          
           
             10.
             
             Shall
             not
             they
             teach
             thee
             ,
             and
             tell
             thee
             ,
             and
             utter
             the
             words
             of
             their
             heart
             ?
          
           
             11.
             
             Can
             a
             rush
             grow
             without
             mire
             ,
             or
             can
             grass
             grow
             without
             water
             ?
          
           
             12.
             
             Whilst
             it
             is
             yet
             in
             its
             greenness
             ,
             and
             not
             cut
             down
             ,
             it
             withereth
             before
             any
             other
             herb
             .
          
           
             13.
             ●o
             are
             the
             paths
             of
             all
             that
             forget
             God
             ,
             and
             the
             hypocrites
             hopes
             shall
             perish
             .
          
           
             14.
             
             His
             confidence
             also
             shall
             be
             cut
             off
             ,
             and
             his
             trust
             shall
             be
             as
             the
             house
             of
             a
             spider
             .
          
           
             15.
             
             He
             shall
             ●ean
             upon
             his
             house
             ,
             but
             it
             shall
             not
             stand
             ,
             he
             shall
             hold
             him
             fast
             by
             it
             ,
             yet
             it
             shall
             not
             endure
             .
          
           
             16
             :
             But
             the
             tree
             is
             green
             before
             the
             sun
             ,
             and
             the
             branches
             spread
             over
             the
             garden
             thereof
             .
          
           
             17.
             
             The
             roots
             thereof
             are
             wrapped
             about
             the
             fountain
             ,
             and
             are
             folden
             about
             the
             house
             of
             stones
             .
          
           
             18.
             
             If
             any
             pluck
             it
             from
             his
             place
             ,
             and
             it
             deny
             ,
             saying
             I
             have
             not
             seen
             the.
             
          
           
             19.
             
             Behold
             it
             will
             rejoyce
             by
             this
             means
             ,
             that
             it
             may
             grow
             in
             another
             mould
             .
          
           
             20.
             
             Behold
             God
             will
             not
             cast
             away
             an
             upright
             man
             neither
             will
             he
             take
             the
             wicked
             by
             the
             hand
             .
          
           
             21.
             
             Till
             he
             have
             filled
             thy
             mouth
             with
             laughter
             ,
             and
             thy
             lips
             with
             joy
             .
          
           
             22.
             
             They
             that
             hate
             thee
             shall
             be
             cloathed
             with
             shame
             ,
             and
             the
             dwelling
             of
             the
             wicked
             shall
             not
             remain
             .
          
           
             1.
             
             Then
             Iob
             answered
             ,
             and
             said
             .
          
           
             21
             I
             know
             that
             it
             is
             so
             :
             for
             how
             should
             man
             compared
             unto
             God
             be
             justified
             ?
          
           
             3.
             
             If
             he
             would
             dispute
             with
             him
             ,
             he
             could
             not
             answer
             him
             one
             thing
             of
             a
             thousand
             .
          
           
             4.
             
             He
             is
             wise
             in
             heart
             ,
             and
             mighty
             in
             strength
             ,
             who
             hath
             been
             fierce
             against
             him
             ,
             and
             hath
             prospered
             ?
          
           
             5.
             
             He
             removeth
             the
             mountains
             and
             they
             feel
             not
             when
             he
             overthroweth
             them
             in
             his
             wrath
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             He
             removeth
             the
             earth
             out
             of
             her
             place
             ,
             that
             the
             pillars
             thereof
             do
             shake
             .
          
           
             7.
             
             He
             commandeth
             the
             sun
             ,
             and
             it
             riseth
             not
             ;
             he
             closeth
             up
             the
             stars
             ,
             as
             under
             a
             signet
             .
          
           
             8.
             
             He
             himself
             alone
             spreadeth
             out
             the
             heavens
             ,
             and
             walketh
             upon
             the
             hieght
             of
             the
             sea
             .
          
           
             9.
             
             He
             maketh
             the
             stars
             ,
             Arcturus
             ,
             Orion
             ,
             Pleiades
             ,
             and
             the
             climats
             of
             the
             south
             .
          
           
             10.
             
             He
             doth
             great
             things
             and
             unsearchable
             ,
             yea
             marvellous
             things
             without
             number
             .
          
           
             11.
             
             Lo
             when
             he
             goeth
             by
             me
             ,
             I
             see
             him
             not
             ,
             and
             when
             he
             passeth
             by
             ,
             I
             perceive
             him
             not
             .
          
           
             12.
             
             Behold
             when
             he
             taketh
             a
             prey
             ,
             who
             can
             make
             him
             to
             restore
             it
             ,
             who
             shall
             say
             unto
             him
             ,
             what
             doest
             thou
             ?
          
           
             13.
             
             God
             will
             not
             withdraw
             his
             anger
             ,
             and
             the
             most
             mighty
             helps
             do
             stoop
             under
             him
             .
          
           
             14.
             
             How
             much
             less
             shall
             I
             answer
             him
             ,
             or
             how
             shall
             I
             find
             out
             my
             words
             with
             him
             ?
          
           
             15.
             
             For
             though
             I
             were
             juli
             ,
             yet
             I
             could
             not
             answer
             ,
             but
             I
             would
             make
             supplication
             to
             my
             judge
             .
          
           
             16.
             
             If
             I
             cry
             ,
             and
             he
             answer
             me
             ,
             yet
             would
             I
             not
             believe
             that
             he
             heard
             my
             voice
             .
          
           
             17.
             
             For
             he
             destroys
             me
             with
             a
             tempest
             ,
             and
             woundeth
             me
             without
             a
             cause
             .
          
           
             18
             :
             He
             will
             not
             suffer
             me
             to
             take
             my
             breath
             ,
             but
             filleth
             me
             with
             bitterness
             .
          
           
             19.
             
             If
             we
             speak
             of
             strength
             ,
             behold
             he
             is
             strong
             if
             we
             speak
             of
             judgement
             ,
             who
             shall
             bring
             me
             into
             plead
             ?
          
           
             20.
             
             If
             I
             would
             justify
             my self
             ,
             mine
             own
             mouth
             willcondemn
             me
             ,
             if
             I
             would
             be
             perfect
             ,
             he
             shall
             judge
             me
             wicked
             .
          
           
             21.
             
             Though
             I
             were
             perfect
             ,
             yet
             I
             know
             not
             my
             soul
             ,
             therefore
             I
             abhor
             my
             life
             .
          
           
             22.
             
             This
             is
             one
             point
             ,
             therefore
             I
             said
             ,
             he
             destroyeth
             the
             perfect
             ,
             and
             the
             wicked
             .
          
           
             23.
             
             If
             the
             scourge
             should
             suddainly
             slay
             ,
             should
             God
             laugh
             at
             the
             punishment
             of
             the
             innocent
             .
          
           
             24.
             
             The
             earth
             is
             given
             into
             the
             hand
             of
             the
             wicked
             he
             covereth
             the
             faces
             of
             the
             judges
             thereof
             ,
             if
             not
             ,
             where
             is
             he
             ,
             or
             who
             is
             he
             ?
          
           
             25.
             
             My
             days
             have
             been
             more
             swift
             than
             a
             post
             ,
             they
             have
             fled
             ,
             and
             have
             seen
             no
             good
             thing
             .
          
           
             26.
             
             They
             are
             pass'd
             as
             the
             most
             swift
             ships
             ,
             and
             as
             the
             eagle
             that
             flyeth
             to
             the
             prey
             .
          
           
             27.
             
             If
             I
             say
             I
             will
             forget
             my
             complaint
             I
             will
             cease
             from
             my
             wrath
             ,
             and
             comfort
             me
             .
          
           
             28.
             
             Then
             I
             am
             affraid
             of
             all
             my
             sorrows
             ,
             knowing
             that
             God
             will
             not
             judge
             me
             innocent
             .
          
           
             29.
             
             If
             I
             be
             wicked
             ,
             why
             labour
             I
             thus
             in
             vain
             ?
          
           
             30.
             
             If
             I
             wash
             my self
             with
             snow
             water
             ,
             and
             purge
             my
             hands
             most
             clean
             .
          
           
             31.
             
             Yet
             shalt
             thou
             plunge
             me
             in
             the
             pit
             ,
             and
             mine
             own
             cloaths
             shall
             make
             me
             filthy
             .
          
           
             32.
             
             For
             he
             is
             not
             a
             man
             as
             I
             am
             that
             I
             should
             answer
             him
             ,
             If
             we
             come
             to
             judgement
             .
          
           
             33.
             
             Neither
             is
             there
             any
             umpire
             ,
             that
             might
             lay
             his
             hand
             upon
             us
             both
             .
          
           
             34.
             
             Let
             him
             take
             away
             his
             rod
             from
             me
             ,
             and
             let
             not
             his
             fear
             astonish
             me
             .
          
           
             35.
             
             Then
             would
             I
             speake
             ,
             and
             fear
             him
             not
             ,
             but
             because
             I
             am
             not
             so
             ,
             I
             hold
             me
             still
             .
          
           
             1.
             
             My
             soul
             is
             cut
             off
             ,
             though
             I
             live
             I
             will
             leave
             my
             complaint
             on
             my self
             ,
             and
             I
             will
             speak
             in
             the
             bitterness
             of
             my
             soul.
             
          
           
             2.
             
             I
             will
             say
             unto
             God
             condemn
             me
             not
             and
             why
             dost
             thou
             contend
             with
             me
             ?
          
           
             3.
             
             Thinkest
             thou
             it
             good
             to
             oppress
             me
             ,
             and
             to
             cast
             of
             the
             labours
             of
             thy
             hands
             ,
             and
             favour
             the
             wicked
             ?
          
           
             4.
             
             Hast
             thou
             carnal
             eyes
             ,
             or
             dost
             thou
             see
             ,
             as
             man
             seeth
             .
          
           
             5.
             
             Are
             thy
             days
             as
             mans
             days
             ,
             or
             thy
             years
             as
             the
             time
             of
             man.
             
          
           
             6.
             
             That
             thou
             enquirest
             of
             mine
             iniquity
             ,
             and
             searchest
             out
             my
             sin
             .
          
           
             7.
             
             Thou
             knowest
             that
             I
             cannot
             do
             wickedly
             ,
             for
             none
             can
             deliver
             me
             out
             of
             thy
             hand
             .
          
           
             8.
             
             Thine
             hands
             have
             made
             me
             ,
             and
             fashioned
             me
             round
             about
             ,
             and
             wilt
             thou
             destroy
             me
             ?
          
           
             9.
             
             Remember
             I
             pray
             thee
             that
             thou
             hast
             made
             me
             ,
             as
             the
             clay
             and
             ●il●
             thou
             bring
             me
             into
             dust
             again
             ?
          
           
             10.
             
             Hast
             thoú
             not
             poured
             〈◊〉
             ,
             like
             milk
             ,
             and
             turned
             me
             to
             curds
             ,
             like
             cheese
             ?
          
           
             11.
             
             Thou
             cloathed
             me
             with
             skin
             ,
             and
             flesh
             ,
             and
             jo●●ed
             me
             together
             ,
             with
             bones
             and
             sinews
             .
          
           
             12.
             
             Thou
             hast
             given
             me
             life
             ,
             and
             grace
             and
             thy
             visitation
             hath
             preserved
             my
             spirit
             .
          
           
             13.
             
             Though
             thou
             hast
             hid
             these
             things
             in
             thine
             heart
             ,
             yet
             I
             know
             that
             is
             so
             with
             thee
             .
          
           
             14.
             
             If
             I
             have
             sinned
             then
             thou
             wilt
             strictly
             look
             unto
             me
             and
             wilt
             not
             hold
             me
             guiltless
             of
             mine
             iniquity
             .
          
           
             15.
             
             If
             I
             have
             done
             wickedly
             ,
             ●o
             unto
             me
             ,
             if
             I
             have
             done
             righteously
             I
             will
             not
             lift
             up
             my
             head
             ,
             being
             full
             of
             confusion
             ,
             because
             I
             see
             my
             affliction
             ,
          
           
             16.
             
             But
             let
             it
             encrease
             ,
             hunt
             thou
             me
             as
             a
             lyon
             ,
             return
             ,
             and
             show
             thy self
             marvellousupon
             me
             .
          
           
             17.
             
             Thou
             renewest
             thy
             plagues
             against
             me
             ,
             and
             thou
             encreasest
             thy
             wrath
             against
             me
             ,
             changes
             and
             armies
             of
             sorrows
             are
             against
             me
             .
          
           
             18.
             
             Wherefore
             then
             ▪
             hast
             thou
             brought
             me
             out
             of
             the
             〈◊〉
             ▪
             O
             that
             I
             had
             perished
             ,
             and
             that
             no
             eye
             had
             seen
             me
             .
          
           
             19.
             
             And
             that
             I
             were
             as
             I
             had
             not
             been
             ,
             but
             brought
             from
             the
             wo●b
             to
             the
             grave
             .
          
           
             20.
             
             Are
             not
             my
             days
             few
             ,
             let
             him
             cease
             ,
             and
             leave
             off
             from
             me
             ,
             that
             I
             may
             take
             a
             little
             comfort
             .
          
           
             21.
             
             Before
             I
             go
             ,
             and
             shall
             not
             return
             ,
             even
             to
             the
             land
             of
             darkness
             ,
             and
             shadow
             of
             death
             ▪
             
          
           
             22.
             
             Into
             a
             land
             I
             say
             ,
             dark
             as
             darkness
             it self
             ,
             and
             into
             the
             shadow
             of
             death
             where
             ▪
             is
             no
             order
             ,
             &
             the
             light
             ▪
             is
             there
             as
             darkness
             .
          
           
             1.
             
             Then
             answered
             Zophar
             the
             Naamathite
             ,
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             2.
             should
             not
             the
             multitude
             of
             words
             be
             answered
             ,
             or
             should
             a
             great
             talker
             be
             justified
             .
          
           
             3.
             
             Should
             men
             hold
             their
             peace
             at
             thy
             lyes
             ?
             and
             when
             thou
             mockest
             others
             ,
             should
             none
             make
             thee
             ashamed
             ?
          
           
             4.
             
             For
             thou
             hast
             said
             ,
             my
             doctrine
             is
             pure
             ,
             and
             I
             am
             clean
             in
             thy
             eyes
             .
          
           
             5.
             
             But
             O
             that
             God
             would
             speak
             and
             open
             his
             lips
             against
             thee
             .
          
           
             6
             ▪
             That
             he
             might
             shew
             thee
             the
             secrets
             of
             wisdom
             ,
             how
             thou
             hast
             deserved
             double
             according
             to
             right
             ,
             know
             therefore
             that
             God
             hath
             forgot
             thee
             for
             thy
             iniquity
             .
          
           
             7.
             
             Canst
             thou
             by
             searching
             ,
             find
             out
             God
             ?
             canst
             thou
             find
             out
             the
             Almighty
             to
             his
             perfection
             ?
          
           
             8.
             
             The
             heavens
             are
             high
             ,
             what
             canst
             thou
             do
             ?
             deeper
             than
             hell
             ,
             how
             canst
             thou
             know
             it
             ?
          
           
             9.
             
             The
             measure
             thereof
             is
             longer
             then
             the
             earth
             ,
             and
             it
             is
             broader
             then
             the
             sea
             .
          
           
             10.
             
             If
             he
             cut
             off
             ,
             and
             shut
             up
             ,
             or
             gather
             together
             ,
             who
             can
             turn
             him
             back
             ?
          
           
             11.
             
             For
             he
             knoweth
             vain
             man
             ,
             and
             seeth
             iniquity
             ,
             and
             him
             that
             understandeth
             nothing
             .
          
           
             12.
             
             Yet
             vain
             man
             would
             be
             wise
             ,
             though
             man
             new
             born
             is
             like
             a
             wild
             asles
             colt
             .
          
           
             13.
             
             If
             thou
             prepare
             thine
             heart
             ,
             and
             stretch
             out
             thine
             hands
             toward
             him
             ,
          
           
             14.
             
             If
             iniquity
             be
             in
             thine
             hand
             ,
             put
             it
             far
             away
             ,
             and
             let
             no
             wickedness
             dwell
             in
             thy
             tabernacie
             .
          
           
             15.
             
             Then
             shalt
             thou
             truly
             lift
             up
             thy
             face
             ,
             without
             spot
             ,
             and
             shalt
             be
             stable
             ,
             and
             shall
             not
             fear
             .
          
           
             16.
             
             But
             thou
             shalt
             forget
             thy
             misery
             ,
             and
             remember
             it
             as
             waters
             that
             are
             past
             .
          
           
             17.
             
             Thine
             age
             shall
             also
             appear
             more
             clear
             ,
             then
             the
             noon-day
             ,
             thou
             shalt
             shine
             ,
             and
             be
             as
             the
             morning
             .
          
           
             18.
             
             And
             thou
             shalt
             be
             bold
             ,
             because
             there
             is
             hope
             ,
             and
             thou
             shalt
             dig
             pits
             ,
             and
             shalt
             ly
             down
             safely
             .
          
           
             19.
             
             For
             when
             thou
             takest
             thy
             rest
             ,
             none
             shall
             make
             thee
             afraid
             ,
             yea
             many
             shall
             make
             sute
             unto
             thee
             .
          
           
             20.
             
             But
             the
             eyes
             of
             the
             wicked
             shall
             fail
             ,
             and
             their
             refuge
             shall
             perish
             ,
             and
             their
             hope
             shall
             be
             sorrow
             of
             mind
             .
          
           
             1.
             
             Then
             Iob
             answered
             and
             said
             .
          
           
             2.
             
             Indeed
             because
             you
             are
             the
             people
             only
             wisdom
             must
             dy
             with
             you
             .
          
           
             3.
             
             But
             I
             have
             understanding
             as
             well
             as
             you
             ,
             and
             am
             not
             inferior
             to
             you
             ,
             yea
             who
             knoweth
             not
             such
             things
             ?
          
           
             4.
             
             I
             am
             as
             one
             mocked
             of
             his
             neighbours
             ,
             who
             calleth
             upon
             God
             ,
             and
             he
             heareth
             ,
             him
             ,
             the
             just
             ,
             and
             the
             upright
             is
             laugh'd
             to
             scorn
             .
          
           
             5.
             
             He
             that
             is
             ready
             to
             fall
             is
             as
             a
             lamp
             despised
             in
             the
             opinion
             of
             the
             rich
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             The
             tabernatles
             of
             robbers
             do
             prosper
             ,
             and
             they
             are
             in
             safety
             that
             provoke
             God
             ,
             whom
             God
             hath
             enriched
             with
             his
             hand
             .
          
           
             7.
             
             Ask
             now
             the
             beasts
             and
             they
             shall
             teach
             thee
             ,
             and
             the
             fouls
             of
             the
             heaven
             ,
             and
             they
             shall
             tell
             thee
             .
          
           
             8.
             
             Or
             speak
             to
             the
             earth
             ,
             and
             it
             shall
             show
             thee
             ,
             or
             the
             fishes
             of
             the
             sea
             ,
             and
             they
             shal
             declare
             unto
             thee
             .
          
           
             9.
             
             Who
             is
             ignorant
             of
             all
             these
             ,
             but
             that
             the
             hand
             of
             the
             Lord
             hath
             made
             these
             ?
          
           
             10.
             
             In
             whose
             hand
             is
             the
             soul
             of
             every
             living
             thing
             ,
             and
             the
             breath
             of
             all
             mankind
             .
          
           
             11.
             
             Doth
             not
             the
             ear
             discern
             the
             words
             ,
             and
             the
             mouth
             taste
             meat
             for
             itself
             .
          
           
             12.
             
             Amongst
             the
             ancient
             is
             wisdom
             ,
             and
             in
             the
             length
             of
             days
             is
             understanding
             .
          
           
             13.
             
             With
             him
             is
             wisdom
             ,
             and
             strength
             ,
             he
             hath
             counsel
             ,
             and
             understanding
             .
          
           
             14.
             
             Behold
             he
             will
             break
             down
             ,
             and
             it
             cannot
             be
             built
             ,
             he
             shutteth
             a
             man
             up
             ,
             and
             he
             cannot
             '
             be
             loosed
             .
          
           
             15.
             
             Behold
             he
             withholdeth
             the
             waters
             and
             they
             dry
             up
             ,
             but
             when
             he
             sendeth
             them
             out
             they
             destroy
             the
             earth
             .
          
           
             16.
             
             With
             him
             is
             strength
             &
             wisdom
             .
             he
             that
             is
             deceived
             ;
             &
             he
             that
             deceiveth
             are
             his
             .
          
           
             17.
             
             He
             causeth
             the
             Counsellors
             to
             go
             as
             spoiled
             ,
             and
             maketh
             the
             judges
             fools
             .
          
           
             18.
             
             He
             looseth
             the
             collar
             of
             kings
             ,
             and
             girdeth
             their
             loins
             with
             a
             girdle
             .
          
           
             19.
             
             He
             leadeth
             away
             the
             princes
             as
             a
             prey
             ,
             and
             overthroweth
             the
             mighry
             .
          
           
             20.
             
             He
             taketh
             away
             the
             speech
             from
             the
             faithful
             councellors
             ,
             and
             taketh
             away
             the
             judgement
             of
             the
             ancient
             .
          
           
             21.
             
             He
             poureth
             contempt
             on
             princes
             and
             maketh
             the
             strength
             of
             the
             mighty
             weak
             -
          
           
             22.
             
             He
             discovereth
             the
             deep
             places
             from
             their
             darkness
             ,
             and
             bringeth
             forth
             the
             shadow
             of
             death
             to
             light
             .
          
           
             23.
             
             He
             encreaseth
             the
             people
             ,
             and
             destroyeth
             them
             ,
             he
             enlargeth
             the
             nations
             ,
             and
             bringeth
             them
             in
             again
             .
          
           
             24.
             
             He
             taketh
             away
             the
             hearts
             of
             them
             ,
             that
             are
             the
             chief
             over
             the
             people
             of
             the
             earth
             ,
             and
             maketh
             them
             to
             wander
             in
             the
             wilderness
             out
             of
             the
             way
             .
          
           
             25.
             
             They
             grope
             in
             the
             dark
             without
             light
             ,
             and
             he
             maketh
             them
             to
             stagger
             like
             a
             drunken
             man.
             
          
           
             1.
             
             Lo
             mine
             eye
             hath
             seen
             all
             this
             ,
             mine
             ear
             hath
             heard
             ,
             and
             understood
             it
             .
          
           
             2.
             
             I
             know
             as
             much
             as
             you
             know
             ,
             I
             am
             not
             inferior
             to
             you
             .
          
           
             3.
             
             But
             I
             will
             speak
             to
             the
             Almighty
             ,
             and
             I
             desire
             to
             dispute
             with
             God.
             
          
           
             4.
             
             For
             indeed
             you
             forge
             lies
             ,
             you
             are
             Physicians
             of
             no
             value
             .
          
           
             5.
             
             O
             that
             you
             would
             hold
             your
             tongue
             ,
             that
             it
             might
             be
             imputed
             to
             you
             for
             wisdom
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             Now
             hear
             my
             disputation
             ,
             and
             give
             ear
             to
             the
             arguments
             of
             my
             lips
             .
          
           
             7.
             
             Will
             you
             accept
             his
             person
             ?
             or
             will
             you
             contend
             for
             God
             ?
          
           
             8.
             
             It
             is
             well
             that
             he
             should
             seek
             of
             you
             ?
             will
             you
             make
             a
             lye
             for
             him
             ,
             as
             one
             lyeth
             for
             a
             man
             ?
          
           
             9.
             
             He
             will
             surely
             reprove
             you
             if
             you
             accept
             any
             person
             secretly
             .
          
           
             10.
             
             Shall
             not
             his
             excellency
             make
             you
             afraid
             ,
             and
             his
             fear
             fall
             upon
             you
             .
          
           
             11.
             
             Your
             memory
             may
             be
             compared
             to
             ashes
             ,
             and
             your
             bodies
             to
             bodies
             of
             clay
             .
          
           
             12.
             
             Hold
             your
             tongues
             in
             my
             presence
             then
             ,
             and
             let
             me
             speak
             ,
             let
             come
             upon
             it
             What
             will.
             
          
           
             13.
             
             Wherefore
             do
             I
             take
             my
             flesh
             in
             my
             teeth
             ,
             and
             put
             my
             soul
             in
             my
             hand
             ;
          
           
             14.
             
             Loe
             though
             he
             slay
             me
             ,
             yet
             will
             I
             trust
             in
             him
             ,
             and
             I
             will
             reprove
             my
             ways
             in
             his
             sight
             .
          
           
             15.
             
             He
             shall
             be
             my
             salvation
             also
             ,
             for
             the
             hypocrite
             shall
             not
             come
             -
             before
             him
             .
          
           
             16.
             
             Hear
             diligently
             my
             words
             ,
             and
             mark
             my
             talk
             .
          
           
             17.
             
             Behold
             now
             ,
             if
             I
             prepare
             me
             to
             judgement
             ,
             I
             know
             I
             shall
             be
             justified
             .
          
           
             18.
             
             Who
             is
             he
             that
             will
             plead
             with
             me
             now
             ?
             for
             if
             I
             hold
             my
             tongue
             ,
             I
             dye
             .
          
           
             19.
             
             But
             do
             those
             two
             things
             to
             me
             ,
             then
             will
             I
             not
             hide
             my self
             from
             thee
             .
          
           
             28.
             withdraw
             thy
             hand
             from
             me
             ,
             and
             let
             not
             thy
             fear
             make
             me
             afraid
             .
          
           
             21.
             then
             call
             thou
             ,
             and
             I
             will
             answer
             thee
             ,
             or
             let
             me
             speak
             ,
             and
             answer
             thou
             me
             .
          
           
             22.
             
             How
             many
             are
             mine
             iniquities
             ,
             and
             my
             sins
             ,
             show
             me
             my
             rebellion
             ,
             and
             my
             sin
             .
          
           
             23.
             
             Wherefore
             hidest
             thou
             thy
             face
             ,
             and
             takest
             me
             for
             thine
             ●remy
             ?
          
           
             25
             Wilt
             thou
             break
             a
             leaf
             driven
             to
             and
             fro
             ?
             and
             wilt
             thou
             pursue
             the
             dry
             stuble
             ?
          
           
             26
             For
             thou
             writest
             bitter
             things
             against
             me
             ,
             and
             makest
             me
             to
             possess
             the
             iniquities
             of
             my
             youth
             .
          
           
             26.
             
             Thou
             puttest
             my
             feet
             also
             in
             the
             stocks
             ,
             and
             lookest
             narrowly
             into
             all
             my
             paths
             and
             makest
             the
             print
             thereof
             in
             the
             heels
             of
             my
             feet
             .
          
           
             27
             Such
             an
             one
             consumeth
             like
             a
             rotten
             thing
             ,
             and
             as
             a
             garment
             that
             is
             moth-eaten
             .
          
           
             1
             Man
             that
             is
             born
             of
             a
             woman
             ,
             is
             of
             few
             days
             ,
             and
             full
             of
             trouble
             .
          
           
             2.
             
             Hr
             shooteth
             forth
             as
             a
             flewer
             ,
             &
             s●cut
             down
             ,
             he
             flyeth
             ●●o
             as
             a
             shadow
             ,
             &
             continueth
             not
             .
          
           
             3.
             
             Yet
             dost
             thou
             open
             thine
             eyes
             on
             suen
             a
             one
             ,
             and
             bringst
             me
             into
             judgement
             with
             thee
             .
          
           
             4.
             
             Who
             can
             bring
             a
             clean
             thing
             out
             of
             an
             unclean
             !
             no
             not
             one
             .
          
           
             5.
             
             Are
             not
             his
             days
             determined
             ?
             the
             number
             of
             his
             months
             are
             with
             thee
             ,
             thou
             hast
             appointed
             his
             bounds
             ,
             which
             he
             cannot
             passe
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             Turn
             from
             him
             then
             that
             he
             may
             cease
             ,
             until
             his
             desired
             day
             ,
             as
             an
             hireling
             .
          
           
             7.
             
             For
             there
             is
             hope
             of
             a
             tree
             ,
             if
             it
             be
             ●ut
             down
             ,
             that
             it
             will
             yet
             sprout
             ,
             and
             the
             branches
             thereof
             will
             not
             cease
             .
          
           
             8.
             
             Though
             the
             root
             thereof
             wax
             old
             in
             the
             earth
             ,
             and
             the
             stock
             thereof
             be
             dead
             in
             the
             ground
             .
          
           
             9.
             
             Yet
             by
             the
             scent
             of
             water
             it
             will
             bud
             ,
             and
             bring
             forth
             boughs
             like
             a
             plant
             .
          
           
             10.
             
             But
             man
             is
             sick
             ,
             and
             dyeth
             ,
             man
             perisheth
             ,
             and
             where
             is
             he
             ?
          
           
             11.
             
             As
             the
             waters
             pass
             from
             the
             sea
             &
             the
             flood
             decayeth
             and
             dryeth
             up
             .
          
           
             12.
             
             So
             man
             sleepeth
             ,
             and
             riseth
             not
             ,
             for
             he
             shall
             not
             awake
             again
             ,
             nor
             be
             raised
             from
             his
             sleep
             while
             the
             heavens
             be
             no
             more
             .
          
           
             13.
             
             O
             that
             thou
             wouldst
             hide
             me
             in
             the
             grave
             ,
             and
             keep
             me
             secret
             untill
             thy
             wrath
             were
             past
             ,
             and
             wouldst
             give
             me
             a
             term
             ,
             and
             remember
             me
             .
          
           
             14.
             
             If
             a
             man
             dye
             ,
             shall
             he
             live
             again
             ?
             all
             the
             days
             of
             my
             appointed
             time
             will
             I
             wait
             till
             ,
             while
             my
             change
             come
             .
          
           
             15.
             
             Thou
             shalt
             call
             me
             ,
             and
             I
             shall
             answer
             thee
             ,
             thou
             lovest
             the
             work
             of
             thine
             own
             hands
             ?
          
           
             16.
             
             But
             now
             thou
             numbrest
             my
             steps
             ,
             and
             dost
             not
             delay
             my
             sins
             .
          
           
             17.
             
             Mine
             iniquity
             is
             sealed
             up
             ,
             as
             in
             a
             bag
             ,
             and
             thou
             addest
             to
             my
             wickedness
             .
          
           
             18.
             
             And
             surely
             as
             the
             mountain
             cometh
             to
             nought
             ,
             and
             the
             rock
             that
             is
             removed
             from
             his
             place
             .
          
           
             19.
             
             As
             the
             waters
             break
             the
             stones
             .
             when
             thou
             overs●●●
             est
             the
             the
             things
             ●●●ion
             grow
             in
             the
             dast
             of
             the
             earth
             ,
             〈◊〉
             thou
             destroyest
             the
             hope
             of
             man.
             
          
           
             20.
             
             Thou
             prev●●l●st
             against
             him
             ,
             so
             that
             he
             passeth
             away
             ,
             he
             changeth
             his
             face
             ,
             when
             thou
             castest
             him
             away
             .
          
           
             21.
             
             And
             he
             knoweth
             not
             if
             his
             sons
             shall
             be
             honourable
             ,
             neither
             shall
             he
             understand
             concerning
             them
             ,
             if
             they
             be
             of
             low
             degree
             .
          
           
             22.
             
             But
             while
             his
             filesh
             is
             upon
             him
             ,
             he
             shall
             be
             sorrowfull
             ,
             and
             while
             his
             soul
             is
             in
             him
             ,
             it
             shal
             mourn
             .
          
           
             1.
             
             Then
             answered
             Eliphaz
             the
             Temanite
             ,
             and
             said
             .
          
           
             2.
             
             Shall
             a
             wise
             man
             speak
             words
             of
             the
             wind
             ?
             and
             fill
             his
             belly
             with
             the
             east-wind
             ?
          
           
             3.
             
             Shall
             he
             dispute
             with
             words
             ,
             that
             are
             no
             :
             comely
             ?
             or
             with
             talk
             ,
             that
             is
             not
             profitable
             ?
          
           
             4.
             
             Sure
             thou
             hast
             casten
             off
             fear
             ,
             and
             restrains
             prayer
             before
             God.
             
          
           
             5.
             
             For
             thy
             mouth
             declareth
             thy
             iniquity
             ,
             seing
             thou
             hast
             chosen
             the
             tongue
             of
             the
             crafty
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             Thine
             own
             mouth
             condemneth
             thee
             .
             &
             not
             I
             ,
             and
             thy
             lips
             testify
             against
             thee
             .
          
           
             7.
             
             Art
             thou
             the
             first
             man
             that
             was
             born
             ,
             and
             wast
             thou
             made
             before
             the
             hills
             ?
          
           
             8.
             hast
             thou
             heard
             the
             secret
             council
             of
             God
             ?
             and
             dost
             thou
             restrain
             wisdom
             to
             thee
             ?
          
           
             9.
             
             What
             knowest
             thou
             ,
             that
             we
             know
             not
             ?
             and
             understandest
             that
             is
             not
             in
             us
             ?
          
           
             10.
             
             With
             us
             are
             both
             ancient
             ,
             and
             very
             aged
             men
             ,
             far
             older
             then
             thy
             father
             .
          
           
             11.
             
             Seem
             the
             consolation
             of
             God
             smal
             unto
             thee
             ?
             is
             this
             thing
             strange
             unto
             thee
             ?
          
           
             12.
             
             Why
             '
             doth
             thine
             heart
             take
             thee
             away
             ?
             and
             what
             do
             thine
             eyes
             mean
             ?
          
           
             13.
             
             That
             thou
             answerest
             thy
             God
             at
             thy
             pleasure
             ,
             and
             bringest
             such
             words
             out
             of
             thy
             mouth
             .
          
           
             14.
             
             What
             is
             man
             that
             he
             should
             be
             clean
             ,
             and
             he
             that
             is
             born
             of
             woman
             ,
             that
             he
             should
             be
             just
             ?
          
           
             25.
             
             Behold
             he
             found
             no
             sted
             fastness
             in
             his
             saints
             ,
             yea
             the
             heavens
             are
             not
             clean
             in
             his
             sight
             .
          
           
             16.
             
             How
             much
             more
             〈◊〉
             man
             abominable
             ,
             &
             filthy
             who
             drinketh
             iniquity
             ,
             like
             water
             ?
          
           
             17.
             
             I
             will
             tell
             thee
             ,
             hear
             me
             ,
             and
             I
             will
             declare
             what
             I
             have
             seen
             .
          
           
             18.
             
             Which
             wise
             men
             have
             told
             ▪
             as
             they
             heard
             of
             their
             fathers
             ,
             and
             have
             not
             keeped
             secret
             .
          
           
             19.
             
             To
             whom
             alone
             the
             land
             was
             given
             ,
             &
             no
             stranger
             passed
             through
             them
             .
          
           
             20.
             
             The
             wicked
             man
             is
             as
             one
             that
             traveleth
             continually
             with
             child
             ,
             &
             the
             number
             of
             years
             is
             hid
             from
             the
             tyrant
             .
          
           
             21.
             
             A
             found
             of
             fear
             is
             in
             his
             ears
             ,
             and
             in
             his
             prosperity
             the
             destroyer
             shall
             come
             upon
             him
             .
          
           
             22.
             
             He
             believeth
             not
             to
             return
             out
             of
             darkness
             ,
             for
             he
             seeth
             the
             sword
             before
             him
             .
          
           
             23.
             
             He
             wandreth
             to
             ,
             and
             fro
             for
             bread
             ,
             where
             he
             may
             ,
             he
             knoweth
             that
             the
             day
             of
             darkness
             is
             prepared
             at
             hand
             .
          
           
             24.
             
             Affliction
             ,
             and
             anguish
             shall
             make
             him
             afraid
             ,
             they
             shall
             prevail
             against
             him
             ,
             as
             a
             king
             ready
             to
             the
             battel
             .
          
           
             25.
             
             For
             he
             hath
             stretched
             out
             his
             hand
             against
             God
             ,
             and
             made
             himself
             strong
             against
             the
             Almighty
             .
          
           
             26.
             
             Therefore
             God
             shall
             run
             upon
             him
             ,
             even
             upon
             his
             neck
             ,
             against
             the
             most
             thick
             part
             of
             his
             shield
             .
          
           
             27.
             
             Because
             he
             hath
             covered
             his
             face
             with
             his
             fatness
             ,
             and
             has
             collops
             in
             his
             flank
             .
          
           
             28.
             
             Though
             he
             dwell
             in
             desolate
             cities
             ,
             and
             in
             houses
             which
             no
             man
             inhabite
             ,
             but
             are
             become
             heaps
             .
          
           
             29.
             
             He
             shall
             not
             be
             rich
             ,
             neither
             shall
             his
             substance
             continue
             ,
             neither
             shall
             he
             prolong
             the
             perfection
             thereof
             in
             the
             earth
             .
          
           
             30.
             
             He
             shall
             never
             depart
             out
             of
             darkness
             ,
             the
             flames
             shall
             dry
             up
             his
             branches
             ,
             and
             he
             shall
             go
             away
             with
             the
             breath
             of
             his
             mouth
             .
          
           
             31.
             
             He
             believeth
             not
             that
             he
             erreth
             in
             vanity
             ,
             therefore
             vanity
             shall
             be
             his
             change
             .
          
           
             32
             His
             branch
             shall
             not
             be
             green
             ,
             but
             shall
             be
             cut
             off
             before
             his
             day
             .
          
           
             33
             God
             shall
             destroy
             him
             ,
             as
             the
             vine
             her
             sauce-grape
             ,
             and
             shall
             cast
             him
             off
             ,
             as
             the
             olive
             doth
             her
             flower
             .
          
           
             34
             For
             the
             congregation
             of
             the
             hypocrite
             shall
             be
             desolate
             ,
             and
             fire
             shall
             devour
             the
             houses
             of
             bribes
             .
          
           
             35
             For
             they
             conceive
             mischief
             ,
             and
             bring
             forth
             vanity
             ,
             and
             their
             belly
             hath
             prepared
             deceit
             .
          
        
         
           Notes for div A33354-e79650
           
             1.
             
             And
             Iob
             answered
             ,
             and
             said
             .
          
           
             2.
             
             I
             have
             oft
             times
             heard
             such
             things
             miserable
             comforters
             are
             you
             all
             .
          
           
             3.
             
             Shall
             there
             be
             no
             end
             of
             words
             of
             wind
             ,
             or
             what
             maketh
             thee
             bold
             so
             to
             answer
             ?
          
           
             4.
             
             I
             could
             also
             speak
             as
             you
             do
             ,
             but
             would
             God
             your
             soul
             were
             in
             my
             souls
             stead
             ,
             I
             could
             keep
             you
             company
             in
             speaking
             ,
             and
             could
             shake
             my
             head
             at
             you
             .
          
           
             5.
             
             But
             I
             would
             strengthen
             you
             with
             my
             mouth
             ,
             and
             the
             comfort
             of
             my
             lips
             should
             asswage
             your
             sorrow
             .
          
           
             6
             But
             though
             I
             speak
             ,
             my
             sorrow
             cannot
             be
             asswaged
             ;
             though
             I
             cease
             ,
             what
             release
             have
             I
             ?
          
           
             7.
             
             For
             now
             he
             maketh
             me
             weary
             ,
             O
             God
             thou
             hast
             made
             all
             my
             congregation
             desolate
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             And
             hast
             made
             me
             full
             of
             wrinkles
             ,
             which
             is
             a
             witnesse
             theirof
             ,
             and
             my
             leanness
             riseth
             up
             in
             me
             ,
             testifying
             the
             same
             in
             my
             face
             .
          
           
             7.
             
             His
             wrath
             hath
             torn
             me
             ,
             &
             he
             hateth
             me
             ,
             and
             gnasheth
             upon
             me
             with
             his
             teeth
             ,
             mine
             enemy
             hath
             sharpned
             his
             eyes
             against
             me
             .
          
           
             10.
             
             They
             have
             gaped
             upon
             me
             with
             their
             mouth
             ,
             they
             have
             smirten
             me
             upon
             the
             cheek
             ,
             reproachfully
             they
             have
             gathered
             themselves
             together
             against
             me
             .
          
           
             11.
             
             God
             hath
             delivered
             me
             to
             the
             ungodly
             ,
             and
             turned
             me
             over
             into
             the
             hands
             of
             the
             wicked
             .
          
           
             12.
             
             I
             was
             at
             ease
             ,
             but
             he
             hath
             broken
             me
             asunder
             ,
             he
             hath
             also
             taken
             me
             by
             my
             neck
             ,
             and
             shaken
             me
             to
             pieces
             ,
             &
             set
             me
             up
             for
             his
             mark
             .
          
           
             13.
             
             His
             archers
             compass
             me
             round
             about
             ,
             he
             cleaveth
             my
             reir
             asunder
             ,
             &
             doth
             no
             spare
             ,
             he
             poureth
             my
             gall
             upon
             the
             ground
             
          
           
             14.
             
             He
             hath
             broken
             me
             with
             one
             breaking
             upon
             another
             ,
             and
             runneth
             upon
             me
             ,
             like
             a
             giant
             .
          
           
             15.
             
             I
             have
             sowed
             a
             sackeloath
             upon
             my
             skin
             ,
             &
             have
             abased
             my
             horn
             to
             the
             dust
             .
          
           
             16.
             
             My
             face
             is
             withered
             with
             weeping
             ,
             and
             the
             shadow
             of
             death
             is
             upon
             my
             eyes
             .
          
           
             17.
             
             Though
             there
             be
             no
             wickedness
             in
             my
             hands
             and
             my
             prayer
             be
             pure
             .
          
           
             18.
             
             O
             earth
             cover
             not
             thou
             my
             blood
             ,
             and
             let
             my
             crying
             find
             no
             place
             .
          
           
             19.
             
             For
             lo
             now
             my
             witness
             is
             in
             heaven
             ,
             and
             my
             record
             is
             on
             high
             .
          
           
             20.
             
             My
             friends
             speak
             eloquently
             against
             me
             ,
             but
             mine
             eye
             poureth
             out
             tears
             to
             God.
             
          
           
             21.
             
             O
             that
             a
             man
             might
             plead
             with
             God
             ,
             as
             he
             doth
             with
             his
             neighbour
             .
          
           
             2a
             .
             For
             the
             years
             accounted
             come
             ,
             &
             I
             shall
             go
             the
             way
             ,
             whence
             I
             shall
             not
             return
             .
          
           
             1.
             
             My
             breath
             is
             corrupt
             ,
             my
             days
             are
             cut
             off
             ,
             the
             grave
             is
             ready
             for
             me
             .
          
           
             2.
             
             There
             are
             none
             but
             mockers
             with
             me
             ,
             and
             mine
             eyes
             continueth
             in
             their
             bitterness
             .
          
           
             3.
             
             Lay
             down
             now
             ,
             and
             put
             in
             surety
             for
             thee
             ,
             who
             is
             he
             ,
             that
             will
             touch
             my
             hand
             ?
          
           
             4.
             
             For
             thou
             hast
             hid
             their
             heart
             from
             understanding
             ,
             therefore
             shalt
             thou
             not
             set
             them
             up
             on
             high
             .
          
           
             5.
             
             For
             the
             eyes
             of
             his
             children
             shal
             fail
             ▪
             that
             speaketh
             flattery
             to
             his
             neighbour
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             He
             hath
             also
             made
             me
             a
             by-word
             of
             the
             people
             ,
             and
             I
             am
             a
             tabret
             before
             them
             .
          
           
             7.
             
             Mine
             eye
             therefore
             is
             dim
             with
             grief
             ,
             and
             all
             my
             strength
             is
             like
             a
             shadow
             .
          
           
             8.
             
             The
             righteous
             shall
             be
             astonished
             at
             this
             ,
             and
             the
             innocent
             shall
             be
             moved
             against
             the
             hypocrite
             
          
           
             9.
             
             But
             the
             righteous
             will
             hold
             his
             way
             ▪
             &
             he
             ,
             whose
             hands
             are
             pure
             ,
             shall
             encrease
             his
             strength
             .
          
           
             10.
             
             All
             you
             therefore
             turn
             you
             ,
             and
             come
             no●
             and
             I
             shall
             not
             fi●●
             one
             ●ise
             man
             among
             you
             .
          
           
             11.
             
             My
             days
             are
             past
             ,
             mine
             interprises
             are
             broken
             ,
             and
             the
             thoughts
             of
             my
             heart
             .
          
           
             12.
             
             They
             have
             changed
             the
             night
             for
             the
             day
             ,
             and
             the
             light
             that
             approacheth
             for
             the
             darkness
             .
          
           
             13.
             
             Though
             I
             hope
             yet
             the
             grave
             shall
             be
             my
             house
             ,
             and
             I
             shall
             make
             my
             bed
             in
             the
             darkness
             .
          
           
             14.
             
             I
             shall
             say
             to
             corruption
             thou
             art
             my
             father
             ,
             and
             to
             the
             worms
             ,
             you
             are
             my
             mother
             ,
             &
             my
             sisters
             .
          
           
             15.
             
             Where
             is
             now
             then
             my
             hope
             ,
             or
             who
             shall
             consider
             the
             thing
             I
             hoped
             for
             ?
          
           
             16.
             
             They
             that
             go
             down
             into
             the
             bottom
             of
             the
             pit
             ,
             surely
             they
             shall
             ly
             together
             in
             the
             dust
             .
          
           
             1.
             
             Then
             answered
             Bildad
             the
             Shuhite
             ,
             and
             said
             .
          
           
             2.
             
             When
             will
             you
             make
             an
             end
             of
             your
             words
             ?
             cause
             us
             understand
             ,
             and
             then
             we
             will
             speak
             .
          
           
             3.
             
             Why
             are
             we
             counted
             as
             beasts
             ,
             &
             are
             vile
             in
             your
             sight
             ?
          
           
             4.
             
             Thou
             art
             as
             one
             that
             teareth
             his
             soul
             in
             his
             anger
             :
             shall
             the
             earth
             be
             forsaken
             for
             thy
             sake
             ;
             or
             the
             rock
             removed
             out
             of
             its
             place
             ?
          
           
             5.
             
             Yea
             the
             light
             of
             of
             the
             wicked
             shall
             be
             quenched
             ,
             and
             the
             spark
             of
             his
             fire
             shall
             not
             shine
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             The
             light
             shall
             be
             dark
             in
             his
             dweling
             ,
             and
             his
             candle
             shall
             be
             put
             out
             with
             him
             .
          
           
             7.
             
             The
             steps
             of
             his
             strength
             shall
             be
             rest●●●●d
             ,
             and
             his
             own
             council
             shall
             cast
             him
             down
             .
          
           
             8.
             
             For
             he
             is
             taken-in
             the
             net
             by
             his
             feet
             and
             he
             walketh
             upon
             the
             snares
             .
          
           
             9.
             
             The
             grin
             shall
             ta●●
             him
             by
             the
             heel
             ,
             and
             the
             thief
             shall
             co●●
             upon
             him
             .
          
           
             10.
             
             A
             snare
             is
             laid
             for
             him
             in
             the
             ground
             and
             a
             trap
             for
             him
             in
             the
             way
             .
          
           
             11.
             
             Fearfulnesse
             shall
             make
             him
             afraid
             on
             every
             side
             ,
             and
             shall
             drive
             him
             to
             his
             feet
             .
          
           
             12.
             
             His
             strength
             shall
             be
             famine
             ,
             and
             destruction
             shall
             be
             ready
             at
             his
             side
             .
          
           
             13.
             
             It
             shall
             devour
             the
             inner
             parts
             of
             his
             skin
             ,
             and
             the
             first
             born
             of
             death
             shall
             devour
             his
             strength
             .
          
           
             14.
             
             His
             hope
             shall
             be
             rooted
             out
             of
             his
             dwelling
             ,
             &
             shall
             cause
             him
             to
             go
             to
             the
             king
             of
             fear
             .
          
           
             15.
             
             Fear
             shall
             dwell
             in
             his
             house
             ,
             because
             it
             is
             not
             his
             ,
             and
             brimstone
             shall
             be
             scattered
             upon
             his
             habitation
             .
          
           
             16.
             
             His
             roots
             shal
             be●lvyed
             up
             beneath
             ,
             and
             above
             his
             branches
             shall
             be
             cut
             down
             .
          
           
             17.
             
             His
             remembrance
             shall
             perish
             from
             the
             earth
             ,
             and
             he
             shall
             have
             no
             name
             in
             the
             street
             .
          
           
             18.
             
             They
             shall
             drive
             him
             out
             of
             the
             light
             into
             darkness
             ,
             and
             chase
             him
             out
             of
             the
             world
             .
          
           
             19.
             
             He
             shall
             neither
             have
             son
             .
             nor
             nephew
             among
             his
             people
             ,
             nor
             any
             posterity
             in
             his
             dwellings
             .
          
           
             20.
             
             Posterity
             shall
             be
             astonished
             at
             his
             day
             ,
             and
             fear
             shall
             come
             upon
             the
             ancient
             .
          
           
             21.
             
             Surely
             such
             are
             the
             inhabitations
             of
             the
             wicked
             ,
             and
             this
             is
             the
             place
             of
             him
             ,
             that
             honoureth
             not
             God.
             
          
           
             1.
             
             But
             Iob
             answered
             ,
             and
             said
             .
          
           
             2.
             
             How
             long
             will
             you
             vex
             my
             soul
             ,
             and
             torment
             me
             with
             words
             ?
          
           
             3.
             
             You
             have
             now
             ten
             times
             reproached
             me
             ,
             and
             are
             not
             ashamed
             ,
             you
             are
             impudent
             toward
             me
             .
          
           
             4.
             
             And
             though
             I
             had
             indeed
             erred
             mine
             error
             remaineth
             with
             me
             .
          
           
             5.
             
             If
             indeed
             you
             will
             magnify
             your selves
             against
             me
             ,
             &
             plead
             against
             my
             reproach
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             Know
             now
             that
             God
             has
             over
             thrown
             me
             ,
             and
             has
             compassed
             me
             with
             his
             net
             .
          
           
             7.
             
             Behold
             I
             cry
             out
             of
             wrong
             ,
             but
             I
             am
             not
             heard
             cry
             aloud
             but
             there
             is
             no
             judgement
             .
          
           
             8.
             
             He
             hath
             fenced
             up
             my
             way
             that
             I
             cannot
             pass
             ,
             and
             he
             hath
             set
             darkness
             in
             my
             paths
             .
          
           
             9.
             
             He
             hath
             stript
             me
             of
             my
             glory
             and
             the
             crown
             is
             taken
             from
             my
             head
             .
          
           
             10.
             
             He
             hath
             destroyed
             me
             on
             every
             side
             ,
             and
             I
             am
             gone
             ,
             and
             mine
             hope
             he
             hath
             removed
             like
             a
             tree
             .
          
           
             11.
             
             He
             hath
             also
             kindled
             his
             wrath
             against
             me
             ,
             and
             he
             counteth
             me
             as
             one
             of
             his
             enemies
             .
          
           
             12.
             
             His
             troops
             come
             together
             ,
             and
             raise
             their
             way
             against
             me
             ,
             and
             encamp
             round
             about
             my
             tabernacle
             .
          
           
             13.
             
             He
             hath
             put
             my
             brethren
             far
             from
             me
             ,
             and
             mine
             acquaintance
             are
             verily
             estranged
             from
             me
             .
          
           
             14.
             
             My
             kinsfolk
             have
             failed
             ,
             and
             my
             familiar
             friends
             have
             forgotten
             me
             .
          
           
             15.
             
             They
             that
             dwel
             in
             my
             house
             ,
             and
             my
             maids
             count
             me
             for
             a
             stranger
             ,
             I
             am
             an
             alien
             in
             their
             sight
             .
          
           
             16.
             
             I
             called
             my
             servant
             ,
             and
             he
             gave
             me
             no
             answer
             ,
             I
             intreated
             him
             with
             my
             mouth
             .
          
           
             17.
             
             My
             breath
             is
             strange
             to
             my
             wife
             ,
             though
             I
             intreated
             her
             for
             the
             childrens
             sake
             of
             my
             own
             body
             
          
           
             18
             Yea
             young
             children
             despised
             me
             ,
             I
             arose
             ,
             and
             they
             spake
             against
             me
             .
          
           
             19
             All
             my
             inward
             friends
             abhorred
             me
             ,
             and
             they
             whom
             I
             loved
             are
             turned
             against
             me
             .
          
           
             20
             My
             bones
             cleaveth
             to
             my
             skin
             ,
             and
             to
             my
             flesh
             ,
             and
             I
             am
             escaped
             with
             the
             skin
             off
             my
             teeth
             .
          
           
             21.
             
             Have
             pity
             upon
             me
             ,
             have
             pity
             upon
             me
             ,
             O
             ye
             my
             friends
             ,
             for
             the
             hand
             of
             God
             hath
             touch'd
             me
             .
          
           
             22.
             
             Why
             do
             you
             persecure
             me
             as
             God
             ,
             and
             are
             not
             satisfied
             with
             my
             flesh
             ?
          
           
             23.
             
             O
             that
             my
             words
             were
             now
             written
             .
             O
             that
             they
             were
             printed
             in
             a
             book
             .
          
           
             24.
             
             That
             they
             were
             graven
             with
             an
             iron
             pen
             in
             the
             lead
             ,
             and
             in
             the
             rock
             for
             ever
             .
          
           
             25.
             
             For
             I
             know
             that
             my
             redeemer
             liveth
             ,
             and
             that
             he
             shall
             stand
             at
             the
             latter
             day
             upon
             the
             earth
             .
          
           
             29.
             
             And
             though
             after
             my
             skin
             worms
             destroy
             this
             body
             ,
             yet
             in
             my
             flesh
             shall
             I
             see
             God.
             
          
           
             27.
             
             Whom
             I
             shall
             see
             for
             my self
             ,
             and
             mine
             eyes
             shall
             behold
             ,
             and
             not
             another
             ,
             though
             my
             reins
             be
             consumed
             within
             me
             .
          
           
             28.
             
             But
             you
             should
             say
             ,
             why
             persecute
             we
             him
             ?
             seing
             the
             root
             of
             the
             matter
             is
             found
             in
             me
             .
          
           
             29
             Be
             ye
             afraid
             of
             the
             ●●●rd
             ,
             for
             wrath
             bringeth
             the
             punishments
             of
             the
             sword
             .
          
           
             1.
             
             Then
             answered
             Zophar
             ,
             the
             Naamathite
             ,
             and
             said
             .
          
           
             2.
             
             Therefore
             do
             my
             thoughts
             cause
             me
             to
             answer
             ,
             and
             for
             this
             I
             makchaste
             .
          
           
             3.
             
             I
             have
             heard
             the
             check
             of
             my
             reproach
             ,
             and
             the
             spirit
             of
             my
             understanding
             causeth
             me
             to
             answer
             .
          
           
             4.
             
             Knowest
             thou
             not
             this
             of
             old
             ,
             since
             man
             was
             placed
             upon
             earth
             .
          
           
             5.
             
             That
             the
             triumph
             of
             the
             wicked
             is
             short
             ,
             and
             the
             joy
             of
             the
             hypocrite
             is
             but
             for
             a
             moment
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             Though
             his
             excellency
             mount
             up
             to
             the
             heavens
             ,
             and
             his
             head
             reacheth
             unto
             the
             clouds
             .
          
           
             7.
             
             Yet
             he
             shall
             perish
             for
             ever
             like
             his
             own
             dung
             ▪
             they
             who
             have
             seen
             him
             shall
             say
             where
             is
             he
             ?
          
           
             8.
             
             He
             shall
             fly
             away
             as
             a
             dream
             .
             and
             shall
             not
             be
             found
             ,
             yea
             ,
             he
             shall
             be
             chased
             away
             as
             a
             vision
             of
             the
             night
             .
          
           
             9.
             
             They
             also
             who
             saw
             him
             ,
             shall
             see
             him
             no
             more
             ,
             neither
             shall
             his
             place
             any
             more
             hehold
             him
             .
          
           
             10.
             
             His
             children
             shall
             seek
             to
             ●lease
             the
             poor
             ,
             and
             his
             hands
             shall
             restore
             their
             goods
             
          
           
             11.
             
             His
             bones
             are
             full
             of
             the
             sins
             of
             his
             youth
             ,
             which
             shall
             ly
             down
             with
             him
             in
             the
             dust
             .
          
           
             12.
             
             Though
             wickedness
             be
             sweet
             in
             his
             mouth
             ,
             though
             he
             hid
             it
             under
             his
             tongue
             .
          
           
             13.
             
             Though
             he
             spare
             it
             ,
             and
             forsake
             it
             not
             ,
             but
             keep
             it
             still
             within
             his
             mouth
             
          
           
             14.
             
             Yet
             his
             meat
             in
             his
             bowels
             is
             turned
             ,
             and
             it
             is
             the
             gall
             of
             asps
             within
             him
             .
          
           
             15.
             
             He
             hath
             swallowed
             down
             riches
             ,
             and
             he
             shall
             vomit
             them
             up
             again
             ,
             God
             shall
             cast
             them
             out
             of
             his
             belly
             .
          
           
             16.
             
             He
             shall
             suck
             the
             poison
             of
             asps
             ,
             the
             vipers
             tongue
             shall
             s●ay
             him
             .
          
           
             17.
             
             He
             shall
             not
             see
             the
             rivers
             ,
             the
             floods
             ,
             the
             brooks
             of
             honey
             ,
             and
             butter
             .
          
           
             18.
             
             That
             which
             he
             laboured
             for
             he
             shall
             restore
             ,
             and
             shall
             not
             swallow
             it
             down
             ,
             according
             to
             his
             substance
             shall
             the
             restitution
             be
             ,
             and
             he
             shall
             not
             rejoice
             therein
             .
          
           
             19.
             
             Because
             he
             hath
             oppressed
             ,
             and
             hath
             forsaken
             the
             poor
             ,
             because
             he
             hath
             violently
             taken
             away
             an
             house
             which
             he
             builded
             not
             .
          
           
             20.
             
             Surely
             he
             shall
             not
             feel
             quietness
             in
             his
             belly
             ,
             he
             shall
             not
             save
             of
             that
             which
             he
             desired
             .
          
           
             21.
             
             There
             shall
             none
             of
             his
             meat
             be
             left
             ▪
             therefore
             shall
             no
             man
             look
             for
             his
             goods
             .
          
           
             22.
             
             In
             the
             fulness
             of
             his
             sufficiency
             he
             shall
             be
             in
             straits
             ,
             every
             hand
             of
             the
             wicked
             shall
             come
             upon
             him
             .
          
           
             23.
             
             When
             he
             is
             about
             to
             fill
             his
             belly
             ,
             God
             shall
             cast
             the
             ●ury
             of
             his
             wrath
             upon
             him
             while
             he
             is
             eating
             .
          
           
             24.
             
             He
             shall
             fly
             from
             the
             iron
             weapon
             ,
             and
             the
             bow
             of
             steel
             shall
             strick
             him
             through
             .
          
           
             25.
             
             It
             is
             drawn
             ,
             &
             cometh
             out
             of
             the
             body
             ,
             yea
             the
             glistering
             sword
             cometh
             out
             of
             his
             gall
             ,
             terrors
             are
             upon
             him
             .
          
           
             26.
             
             All
             darknesse
             shall
             be
             hid
             in
             his
             secret
             places
             ▪
             a
             fire
             not
             blown
             shall
             consume
             ,
             it
             shall
             go
             ill
             with
             him
             ,
             that
             is
             left
             in
             his
             tabernacle
             .
          
           
             27.
             
             The
             heaven
             sha●l
             reveal
             his
             ini●ui●●
             ,
             and
             the
             earth
             ●●all
             the
             up
             against
             him
             .
          
           
             28.
             
             The
             encrease
             of
             his
             house
             shall
             depart
             ,
             and
             his
             goods
             shall
             flow
             away
             in
             the
             day
             of
             his
             wrath
             .
          
           
             29.
             
             This
             is
             the
             portion
             of
             a
             wicked
             ▪
             man
             ▪
             and
             the
             heritage
             appointed
             to
             him
             by
             God.
             
          
           
             1.
             
             Put
             Iob
             answered
             and
             said
             .
          
           
             2.
             
             Heat
             diligently
             my
             speech
             ,
             and
             let
             this
             be
             your
             consolation
             .
          
           
             3.
             suffer
             me
             that
             I
             may
             speak
             ,
             and
             after
             that
             I
             have
             spoken
             ,
             mock
             on
             .
          
           
             4.
             
             As
             for
             me
             ,
             is
             my
             complaint
             to
             man
             ?
             if
             it
             were
             so
             ,
             why
             should
             not
             my
             spirit
             be
             troubled
             ?
          
           
             5.
             
             Mark
             me
             ,
             and
             be
             astonished
             ,
             and
             lay
             your
             hands
             upon
             your
             mouth
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             Even
             when
             I
             remember
             I
             am
             afraid
             ,
             and
             trembling
             taketh
             hold
             on
             my
             flesh
             .
          
           
             7.
             
             Wherefore
             do
             the
             wicked
             live
             ,
             and
             become
             old
             ,
             yea
             ,
             are
             mighty
             in
             power
             .
          
           
             8.
             
             Their
             seed
             is
             established
             in
             their
             sight
             ,
             and
             their
             off-spring
             before
             their
             eyes
             .
          
           
             9.
             
             Their
             houses
             are
             safe
             from
             fear
             ,
             neither
             is
             the
             rod
             of
             God
             upon
             them
             .
          
           
             10.
             
             Their
             bull
             gendreth
             ,
             and
             faileth
             not
             ,
             their
             cow
             calveth
             and
             casteth
             not
             her
             calf
             .
          
           
             11.
             
             They
             send
             forth
             their
             little
             ones
             like
             a
             flock
             ,
             and
             their
             children
             dance
             .
          
           
             12.
             
             They
             take
             the
             timbrel
             ,
             and
             harp
             ,
             &
             rejoice
             at
             the
             sound
             of
             the
             organ
             .
          
           
             13.
             
             They
             spend
             their
             days
             in
             wealth
             ,
             and
             in
             a
             moment
             go
             down
             to
             the
             grave
             .
          
           
             14.
             
             Therefore
             they
             say
             unto
             God
             ,
             depart
             from
             us
             ,
             for
             we
             desire
             not
             the
             knowledge
             of
             thy
             ways
             .
          
           
             15.
             
             Who
             is
             the
             Almighty
             that
             we
             should
             serve
             him
             ,
             and
             what
             profit
             should
             we
             have
             if
             we
             pray
             unto
             him
             .
          
           
             16.
             
             Lo
             their
             God
             is
             not
             in
             their
             hand
             ,
             the
             counsel
             of
             the
             wicked
             is
             far
             from
             me
             .
          
           
             17.
             
             How
             oft
             is
             the
             candle
             of
             the
             wicked
             put
             out
             ,
             and
             how
             oft
             cometh
             their
             destruction
             ?
          
           
             18.
             
             They
             are
             as
             stuble
             before
             the
             wind
             ,
             and
             as
             chaff
             ,
             that
             the
             storm
             carrieth
             away
             .
          
           
             19.
             
             God
             layeth
             up
             his
             iniquity
             for
             his
             children
             ,
             he
             rewardeth
             him
             ,
             and
             he
             shall
             know
             it
             .
          
           
             20.
             
             His
             eyes
             shall
             see
             his
             destruction
             ,
             &
             he
             shall
             drink
             of
             the
             wrath
             of
             the
             Almighty
             .
          
           
             21.
             
             For
             what
             pleasure
             hath
             he
             in
             his
             house
             after
             him
             ,
             when
             the
             number
             of
             his
             months
             is
             cut
             off
             in
             the
             midst
             .
          
           
             22.
             
             Shall
             any
             reach
             God
             knowledge
             ,
             seing
             he
             judgeth
             those
             that
             are
             high
             .
          
           
             23.
             
             One
             dyeth
             in
             his
             full
             strength
             ,
             being
             wholly
             at
             case
             &
             quiet
             .
          
           
             24.
             
             His
             breasts
             are
             full
             of
             milk
             ,
             and
             his
             bones
             are
             moistned
             with
             marrow
             .
          
           
             25.
             
             And
             another
             dyeth
             in
             the
             bitterness
             of
             his
             soul
             ,
             &
             never
             eateth
             with
             pleasure
             .
          
           
             26.
             
             They
             shall
             ly
             down
             alike
             in
             the
             dust
             ,
             and
             the
             wormes
             shall
             cover
             them
             .
          
           
             27.
             
             Behold
             I
             know
             your
             thoughts
             ,
             and
             the
             devices
             which
             you
             wrongfully
             imagine
             against
             me
             .
          
           
             28.
             
             For
             ye
             say
             where
             is
             the
             house
             of
             the
             Prince
             ?
             and
             where
             are
             the
             dwellings
             of
             the
             wicked
             ?
          
           
             19.
             
             Have
             you
             not
             asked
             them
             that
             go
             by
             the
             way
             ,
             and
             do
             you
             not
             know
             their
             token
             ?
          
           
             30.
             
             That
             the
             wicked
             is
             reserved
             to
             the
             day
             of
             destruction
             ,
             they
             shall
             be
             brought
             forth
             to
             the
             day
             of
             wrath
             .
          
           
             31.
             
             Who
             shall
             declare
             his
             way
             to
             his
             face
             ?
             and
             who
             shall
             repay
             him
             what
             he
             hath
             done
             .
          
           
             32.
             
             Yet
             shall
             he
             be
             brought
             to
             the
             grave
             ,
             and
             remain
             in
             the
             tomb
             .
          
           
             33.
             
             The
             clods
             of
             the
             valley
             shall
             be
             sweet
             unto
             him
             ,
             and
             every
             man
             shalldraw
             after
             him
             .
          
           
             34
             How
             then
             comfort
             you
             me
             in
             vain
             ,
             seing
             in
             your
             answers
             remaineth
             falshood
             .
          
           
             1
             Then
             Eliphaz
             the
             Temanite
             answered
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             2
             Can
             a
             man
             be
             profitable
             unto
             God
             ,
             as
             he
             that
             is
             wise
             can
             be
             profitable
             to
             himself
             .
          
           
             3.
             
             Is
             it
             any
             plea-sure
             to
             the
             Almighty
             ●●at
             thou
             art
             righte
             .
             ●●us
             ?
             or
             is
             it
             gain
             to
             him
             that
             thou
             makest
             thy
             wayes
             perfect
             .
          
           
             4.
             
             Will
             he
             reprove
             ●he●
             for
             fear
             of
             thee
             ?
             ●●ll
             〈◊〉
             enter
             with
             〈◊〉
             into
             judgment
             .
          
           
             5.
             
             Is
             not
             thy
             wickedness
             great
             ,
             and
             thine
             iniquities
             infinite
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             For
             ▪
             thou
             hast
             taken
             a
             pledge
             from
             thy
             brother
             ●ornoght
             and
             stripped
             the
             naked
             of
             their
             cloathing
             .
          
           
             7.
             
             Thou
             hast
             not
             given
             water
             to
             the
             weary
             to
             drink
             ,
             and
             thou
             hast
             witholden
             bread
             from
             the
             hungry
             .
          
           
             8.
             
             But
             as
             for
             the
             mighty
             man
             ,
             he
             had
             the
             earth
             ,
             and
             the
             honourable
             man
             dwelt
             in
             it
             .
          
           
             9.
             
             Thou
             hast
             sent
             widows
             away
             empty
             ,
             and
             the
             arms
             of
             the
             farherless
             have
             been
             broken
             .
          
           
             10.
             
             Therefore
             snares
             are
             round
             about
             thee
             ,
             and
             suddain
             fear
             troubleth
             thee
             .
          
           
             11.
             
             Or
             darkness
             that
             thou
             canst
             not
             see
             ,
             and
             abundance
             of
             waters
             cover
             thee
             .
          
           
             12.
             
             Is
             not
             God
             in
             the
             height
             of
             heaven
             ?
             and
             behold
             the
             hight
             of
             the
             stars
             ,
             how
             high
             they
             are
             .
          
           
             13.
             
             And
             thou
             sayst
             how
             doth
             God
             know
             ?
             can
             he
             judge
             through
             the
             dark
             cloud
             ?
          
           
             14.
             
             Thick
             clouds
             are
             a
             covering
             to
             him
             ,
             that
             he
             seeth
             not
             ,
             and
             he
             walketh
             in
             the
             circuit
             of
             heaven
             .
          
           
             15
             Hast
             thou
             marked
             the
             old
             way
             which
             men
             have
             troden
             ?
          
           
             16
             Who
             were
             cut
             down
             out
             of
             time
             ,
             whose
             foundations
             was
             overflown
             with
             a
             flood
             .
          
           
             17
             Which
             said
             unto
             God
             depart
             from
             us
             ,
             and
             what
             can
             th'
             Almighty
             do
             for
             them
             .
          
           
             ●8
             Yet
             he
             filled
             their
             houses
             with
             good
             things
             ▪
             but
             the
             counsel
             of
             the
             wicked
             is
             far
             from
             me
             .
          
           
             19
             The
             righteous
             see
             it
             and
             are
             glad
             ,
             and
             the
             innocent
             laugh
             them
             to
             scorn
             .
          
           
             20
             Whereas
             our
             substance
             is
             not
             cut
             down
             but
             the
             r●mna●●
             of
             them
             the
             fire
             consumes
             .
          
           
             21
             Acquaint
             now
             thy self
             with
             him
             and
             be
             at
             peace
             ,
             thereby
             good
             shal●
             come
             unto
             thee
             .
          
           
             22
             Receive
             I
             pray
             thee
             the
             Law
             from
             his
             mouth
             ,
             and
             lay
             up
             his
             words
             in
             thine
             heart
             .
          
           
             23
             If
             thou
             return
             to
             the
             Almighty
             ,
             thou
             shalt
             be
             built
             up
             ,
             thou
             shalt
             put
             away
             iniquity
             far
             from
             thy
             tabernacles
             .
          
           
             24
             Thou
             shalt
             lay
             up
             gold
             as
             du●●
             ▪
             and
             the
             gold
             of
             Ophire
             as
             the
             stones
             of
             the
             brooks
             ;
          
           
             25
             Yea
             ,
             the
             Almighty
             shall
             be
             thy
             defence
             ,
             and
             thou
             shalt
             have
             plenty
             of
             silver
             .
          
           
             26
             ,
             For
             then
             thou
             shalt
             have
             thy
             delight
             in
             the
             Almighty
             ,
             and
             shalt
             ●●ft
             up
             thy
             face
             unto
             God.
             
          
           
             27.
             
             Thou
             shalt
             make
             thy
             prayer
             unto
             him
             ,
             and
             he
             shall
             hear
             thee
             ,
             and
             thou
             shalt
             pay
             thy
             vows
             .
          
           
             28.
             
             Thou
             shalt
             also
             declare
             a
             thing
             ,
             &
             it
             shall
             be
             established
             unto
             thee
             ,
             and
             the
             light
             shall
             shine
             upon
             his
             wayes
             .
          
           
             29.
             
             When
             men
             are
             cast
             down
             ▪
             then
             thou
             shalt
             say
             ,
             there
             is
             a
             lifting
             up
             ▪
             and
             he
             shal
             save
             the
             humble
             person
             .
          
           
             30.
             
             He
             shal
             deliver
             the
             Island
             of
             the
             innocent
             ,
             and
             it
             is
             delivered
             by
             the
             pureness
             of
             thy
             hand
             .
          
           
             1.
             
             Then
             Iob
             answered
             and
             said
             .
          
           
             Even
             to
             day
             is
             my
             ●●●●laint
             bitter
             ,
             my
             〈…〉
             heavier
             than
             my
             groaning
             .
          
           
             3.
             
             O
             that
             I
             knew
             where
             I
             might
             find
             him
             ?
             that
             I
             might
             come
             even
             to
             his
             feat
             .
          
           
             4.
             
             I
             would
             order
             my
             cause
             before
             him
             ,
             and
             fill
             my
             mouth
             with
             arguments
             .
          
           
             5.
             
             I
             would
             know
             the
             words
             which
             he
             would
             answer
             me
             ,
             &
             understand
             what
             he
             would
             say
             unto
             me
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             Will
             he
             plead
             against
             me
             ,
             with
             his
             great
             power
             ?
             no
             ,
             but
             he
             would
             put
             strength
             in
             me
             .
          
           
             7.
             
             There
             the
             righteous
             might
             dispute
             with
             him
             ,
             so
             should
             I
             be
             delivered
             for
             ever
             from
             my
             judge
             .
          
           
             8.
             
             Behold
             I
             go
             forward
             ,
             but
             he
             is
             not
             there
             ,
             and
             backward
             ,
             but
             I
             cannot
             perceive
             him
             .
          
           
             9.
             
             On
             the
             left
             hand
             where
             he
             doth
             work
             ,
             but
             I
             cannot
             behold
             him
             ,
             he
             hideth
             himself
             on
             the
             right
             hand
             that
             I
             cadnot
             see
             him
             .
          
           
             10.
             
             But
             he
             knoweth
             the
             way
             that
             I
             take
             ,
             when
             he
             hath
             tryed
             me
             ,
             I
             shall
             come
             forth
             as
             gold
             .
          
           
             11.
             
             My
             foot
             hath
             held
             his
             steps
             ,
             his
             ways
             I
             have
             keeped
             ,
             and
             not
             declined
             .
          
           
             12.
             
             Neither
             have
             I
             gone
             back
             from
             the
             commandments
             of
             his
             lips
             ,
             I
             have
             esteemed
             the
             words
             of
             his
             mouth
             ,
             more
             then
             my
             necessary
             food
             .
          
           
             13.
             
             But
             he
             is
             of
             one
             mind
             ,
             and
             who
             can
             turn
             him
             ,
             and
             what
             his
             ●●●eth
             ,
             even
             that
             he
             doth
             .
          
           
             14.
             
             For
             he
             performeth
             the
             thing
             that
             is
             appointed
             for
             me
             ,
             and
             many
             such
             things
             are
             with
             him
             .
          
           
             15
             Therefore
             am
             I
             troubled
             at
             his
             presence
             ,
             when
             I
             consider
             I
             am
             afraid
             of
             him
             .
          
           
             16.
             
             For
             God
             maketh
             my
             heart
             soft
             ,
             and
             the
             Almighty
             troubleth
             me
             .
          
           
             17.
             
             Because
             I
             was
             not
             cut
             off
             before
             the
             darkness
             ,
             neither
             has
             the
             darkness
             covered
             my
             face
             .
          
           
             1.
             
             Why
             seing
             times
             are
             not
             hidden
             from
             the
             Almighty
             ,
             do
             they
             that
             knew
             him
             not
             ,
             see
             his
             days
             .
          
           
             2.
             
             Some
             remove
             the
             land-marks
             ,
             they
             violently
             take
             away
             flocks
             ,
             and
             feed
             thereof
             .
          
           
             3.
             
             They
             drive
             away
             the
             ass
             of
             the
             fatherless
             ,
             they
             take
             the
             widows
             ox
             for
             a
             pledge
             .
          
           
             4.
             
             They
             turn
             the
             needy
             out
             of
             the
             way
             ,
             the
             poor
             of
             the
             earth
             hide
             themselves
             together
             .
          
           
             5.
             
             Behold
             as
             wild
             asses
             in
             the
             desart
             ,
             go
             they
             forth
             to
             their
             work
             ,
             rising
             betimes
             for
             a
             prey
             ,
             the
             wilderness
             yieldeth
             food
             for
             them
             ,
             and
             for
             their
             children
             .
          
           
             6
             They
             reap
             everyone
             his
             corn
             in
             the
             field
             ,
             and
             they
             gather
             the
             vintage
             of
             the
             wicked
             .
          
           
             7
             They
             cause
             the
             naked
             to
             lodge
             without
             cloathing
             ,
             that
             they
             have
             no
             covering
             in
             the
             cold
             .
          
           
             8
             They
             are
             wet
             with
             the
             showers
             of
             the
             mountains
             ,
             and
             embrace
             the
             rock
             for
             want
             of
             a
             shelter
             .
          
           
             9
             They
             pluck
             the
             fatherless
             from
             the
             breast
             ,
             and
             take
             a
             pledge
             of
             the
             poor
             .
          
           
             10
             They
             cause
             him
             to
             go
             naked
             without
             cloathing
             ▪
             and
             they
             take
             away
             the
             sheaf
             from
             the
             hungry
             .
          
           
             11
             Which
             make
             oyl
             within
             their
             walls
             ,
             and
             tread
             their
             wine
             presses
             ,
             and
             suffer
             thi●t
             .
          
           
             12
             Men
             groan
             from
             out
             o●
             the
             city
             ,
             and
             the
             soul
             of
             ●●e
             wounded
             ●●ver●
             out
             ,
             yet
             God
             laveth
             not
             folly
             to
             them
             .
          
           
             13
             They
             are
             of
             those
             that
             rebel
             against
             the
             light
             ,
             they
             know
             not
             the
             ways
             thereof
             ,
             nor
             abide
             in
             the
             paths
             thereof
             .
          
           
             14
             The
             murderer
             rysing
             ●ith
             the
             ligh●
             ,
             〈◊〉
             the
             poor
             and
             needy
             ,
             &
             in
             the
             night
             is
             as
             a
             thief
             .
          
           
             15
             The
             eye
             also
             of
             the
             adulterer
             waiteth
             for
             the
             twilight
             ,
             saying
             no
             eye
             shall
             see
             him
             ,
             and
             disguiseth
             his
             face
             .
          
           
             16
             In
             the
             dark
             they
             dig
             through
             houses
             ,
             which
             they
             had
             marked
             for
             themselves
             in
             the
             day-time
             ;
             they
             know
             not
             the
             light
             .
          
           
             17
             For
             the
             morning
             is
             to
             them
             even
             as
             the
             shadow
             of
             death
             :
             if
             one
             know
             them
             ,
             they
             are
             in
             the
             terrors
             of
             the
             shadow
             of
             death
             .
          
           
             18.
             
             He
             is
             Twist
             as
             the
             waters
             ,
             their
             portio●ts
             cursed
             in
             the
             ci●●h
             he
             beholdeth
             not
             the
             way
             of
             the
             vineyard
             .
          
           
             19.
             
             Drought
             ,
             and
             heat
             consume
             the
             snow
             waters
             ,
             so
             doth
             the
             grave
             those
             who
             have
             sinned
             .
          
           
             20.
             
             The
             womb
             shall
             forget
             him
             ▪
             the
             worm
             shall
             feed
             sweetly
             on
             him
             ,
             he
             shall
             be
             no
             more
             remembred
             ,
             and
             wickedness
             shall
             be
             broken
             as
             a
             tree
             .
          
           
             21
             He
             evil
             entreateth
             the
             barren
             ,
             that
             beareth
             not
             ,
             and
             doth
             not
             good
             to
             the
             widow
             .
          
           
             22
             He
             draweth
             also
             the
             ●ighty
             by
             his
             〈…〉
             riseth
             up
             ,
             and
             ●o
             man
             is
             sure
             of
             life
             .
          
           
             23
             Though
             it
             be
             giv●●
             to
             him
             to
             be
             in
             〈◊〉
             ,
             whereon
             he
             ●●●●th
             ,
             yet
             his
             eyes
             are
             on
             their
             wayes
             .
          
           
             24
             They
             are
             exalted
             for
             a
             little
             while
             ,
             but
             are
             gone
             ,
             and
             broght
             low
             ,
             they
             are
             taken
             out
             of
             the
             way
             as
             all
             other
             ,
             and
             cut
             off
             as
             the
             tops
             of
             the
             ears
             of
             corn
             .
          
           
             25
             And
             if
             it
             be
             not
             so
             now
             ,
             who
             will
             make
             me
             a
             liar
             ?
             and
             make
             my
             speech
             nothing
             worth
             ?
          
           
             1
             Then
             answered
             Bildad
             the
             Shuhite
             ,
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             2
             Dominion
             ,
             and
             fear
             are
             with
             him
             ,
             he
             maketh
             peace
             in
             his
             high
             places
             .
          
           
             3.
             
             Is
             there
             any
             number
             of
             his
             armies
             ,
             &
             upon
             whom
             doth
             not
             his
             light
             arise
             ?
          
           
             4.
             
             How
             then
             can
             man
             be
             justified
             with
             God
             ?
             or
             how
             can
             he
             be
             clear
             ,
             that
             is
             born
             of
             a
             woman
             ?
          
           
             5.
             
             Behold
             the
             moon
             and
             it
             shineth
             not
             ,
             yea
             the
             stars
             are
             not
             pure
             in
             his
             sight
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             How
             much
             lesse
             man
             that
             is
             a
             worm
             ,
             and
             the
             son
             of
             man
             ,
             which
             is
             a
             worm
             ?
          
           
             1.
             
             But
             Iob
             answered
             ,
             and
             said
             ▪
             
          
           
             2.
             
             How
             hast
             thou
             helped
             him
             ,
             that
             is
             without
             power
             ,
             how
             savest
             thou
             the
             arm
             that
             hath
             no
             strength
             
          
           
             3.
             
             How
             hast
             thou
             counselled
             him
             that
             hath
             no
             wisdom
             ,
             and
             how
             hast
             thou
             plentifully
             declared
             the
             thing
             ,
             as
             it
             is
             ?
          
           
             4.
             
             To
             whom
             hast
             thou
             uttered
             words
             ,
             &
             whose
             spirit
             came
             from
             thee
             ?
          
           
             5.
             
             Dead
             things
             are
             framed
             from
             under
             the
             waters
             ,
             and
             the
             inhabitants
             thereof
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             Hell
             is
             naked
             before
             him
             ,
             and
             destruction
             hath
             no
             covering
             .
          
           
             7.
             
             He
             stretcheth
             out
             the
             north
             over
             the
             empty
             place
             ,
             and
             hangeth
             the
             earth
             upon
             nothing
             .
          
           
             8.
             
             He
             bindeth
             up
             the
             waters
             in
             his
             thick
             cloud
             ,
             and
             the
             cloud
             is
             not
             rent
             under
             him
             
          
           
             9.
             
             He
             holdeth
             back
             the
             face
             of
             his
             throne
             and
             spreadeth
             his
             clouds
             upon
             it
             .
          
           
             10.
             
             He
             hath
             compass'd
             the
             waters
             with
             bounds
             until
             the
             day
             ,
             and
             night
             come
             to
             an
             end
             .
          
           
             11.
             
             The
             pillar
             of
             heaven
             tremble
             ,
             and
             are
             astonished
             at
             his
             reproof
             .
          
           
             12.
             
             He
             divideth
             the
             sea
             with
             his
             power
             ,
             and
             by
             his
             understanding
             he
             smiteth
             through
             the
             proud
             .
          
           
             13.
             
             By
             his
             spirit
             he
             hath
             garnished
             the
             heavens
             ,
             his
             hand
             hath
             formed
             the
             crooked
             serpent
             .
          
           
             14.
             
             Lo
             these
             are
             parts
             of
             his
             ways
             ,
             but
             ●ow
             little
             a
             〈◊〉
             is
             heard
             of
             him
             ,
             but
             the
             thunder
             of
             his
             power
             who
             can
             understand
             .
          
           
             1
             ,
             Moreover
             Iob
             continued
             his
             parable
             ,
             and
             said
             .
          
           
             2.
             
             As
             God
             liveth
             ,
             who
             hath
             taken
             away
             my
             judgment
             ,
             and
             the
             Almighty
             ,
             who
             hath
             vexed
             my
             soul.
             
          
           
             3.
             
             All
             the
             while
             my
             breath
             is
             in
             me
             ,
             and
             the
             spirit
             of
             God
             is
             in
             my
             nostrils
             .
          
           
             4.
             
             My
             lips
             shall
             not
             speak
             wickedness
             ,
             nor
             my
             tongue
             utter
             deceit
             .
          
           
             5.
             
             God
             forbid
             that
             I
             sheuld
             justifie
             you
             ;
             till
             I
             die
             I
             will
             not
             remove
             my
             integrity
             from
             me
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             My
             righteousness
             I
             hold
             fast
             ,
             and
             will
             hot
             let
             it
             go
             ,
             my
             heart
             shall
             not
             reproach
             me
             so
             long
             as
             I
             live
             .
          
           
             7.
             
             Let
             mine
             enemy
             be
             as
             the
             wicked
             ,
             and
             he
             that
             riseth
             up
             against
             me
             ,
             as
             the
             unrighteous
             .
          
           
             8.
             
             For
             what
             is
             the
             hope
             of
             the
             hypocrite
             ,
             though
             he
             hath
             gained
             ,
             when
             God
             takes
             away
             his
             soul
             ?
          
           
             9.
             
             Will
             God
             hear
             his
             cry
             ;
             when
             trouble
             comes
             upon
             him
             ?
          
           
             10.
             
             Will
             he
             delight
             himself
             in
             the
             Almighty
             ?
             will
             he
             always
             call
             upon
             God
             ?
          
           
             11.
             
             I
             will
             teach
             you
             by
             the
             hand
             of
             God
             ,
             that
             which
             is
             with
             ●he
             Almighty
             I
             will
             not
             conceal
             .
          
           
             12.
             
             Behold
             ,
             all
             your selves
             have
             seen
             it
             ,
             why
             then
             are
             you
             thus
             altogether
             vain
             ?
          
           
             13.
             
             This
             is
             the
             portion
             of
             a
             wicked
             man
             with
             God
             ,
             and
             the
             heritage
             of
             oppressours
             ,
             which
             they
             shall
             receive
             from
             the
             Almighty
             .
          
           
             14.
             
             If
             his
             children
             be
             multiplied
             ▪
             it
             is
             for
             the
             sword
             ▪
             and
             his
             off-spring
             shall
             not
             be
             satissiest
             with
             bread
             ,
          
           
             15.
             
             Those
             that
             remain
             of
             him
             shal
             be
             buried
             in
             death
             ,
             and
             and
             his
             widows
             shall
             not
             weep
             .
          
           
             16.
             
             Though
             he
             heap
             up
             silver
             as
             the
             dust
             ,
             and
             prepare
             rayment
             as
             the
             clay
             .
          
           
             17.
             
             He
             may
             prepare
             it
             ,
             but
             the
             just
             shall
             put
             it
             on
             ,
             and
             the
             innocent
             shall
             divide
             the
             silver
             .
          
           
             18.
             
             He
             buildeth
             his
             house
             as
             a
             moth
             ,
             and
             as
             a
             booth
             that
             the
             keeper
             maketh
             .
          
           
             19.
             
             The
             rich
             man
             shall
             ly
             down
             ,
             but
             he
             shall
             not
             be
             gathered
             he
             opens
             his
             eyes
             ,
             &
             he
             is
             not
             .
          
           
             20.
             
             Terrors
             take
             hold
             of
             him
             like
             waters
             ,
             a
             tempest
             stealeth
             him
             away
             in
             the
             night
             .
          
           
             21.
             
             The
             east
             wind
             ca●●ieth
             him
             away
             ,
             &
             he
             departeth
             ,
             and
             ,
             as
             a
             storm
             ,
             hurleth
             him
             out
             of
             his
             place
             .
          
           
             22.
             
             For
             God
             shal
             cast
             upon
             him
             ,
             and
             not
             spare
             ,
             he
             would
             fain
             flee
             out
             of
             his
             hand
             .
          
           
             23.
             
             Men
             shall
             clap
             their
             hands
             at
             him
             ,
             and
             shall
             hiss
             him
             out
             of
             his
             place
             .
          
           
             1.
             
             Surely
             there
             is
             a
             vein
             for
             the
             silver
             ,
             and
             a
             place
             for
             the
             gold
             ,
             where
             they
             fine
             it
             .
          
           
             2.
             
             Iron
             is
             taken
             out
             of
             the
             earth
             ,
             and
             brass
             is
             molten
             out
             of
             the
             stone
             .
          
           
             3.
             
             He
             setteth
             an
             end
             to
             darkness
             ,
             and
             searcheth
             out
             all
             perfection
             ,
             the
             stones
             of
             darkness
             ,
             and
             the
             shadow
             of
             death
             .
          
           
             4.
             
             The
             flood
             breaketh
             out
             from
             the
             inhabitants
             ,
             even
             the
             waters
             forgotten
             of
             the
             foot
             ,
             they
             are
             dryed
             up
             ,
             they
             are
             gone
             away
             from
             men
             .
          
           
             5.
             
             As
             for
             the
             earth
             out
             of
             it
             cometh
             bread
             ,
             and
             under
             it
             is
             turned
             up
             as
             it
             were
             fire
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             The
             stones
             thereof
             are
             the
             place
             of
             Saphires
             ,
             and
             it
             hath
             dust
             of
             gold
             .
          
           
             7.
             
             There
             is
             a
             path
             which
             no
             fowl
             knoweth
             ,
             neither
             hath
             the
             Vulturs
             eye
             seen
             .
          
           
             8.
             
             The
             lyons
             whelps
             have
             not
             troden
             it
             ,
             nor
             the
             fierce
             lyon
             past
             by
             it
             .
          
           
             9.
             
             He
             putteth
             forth
             his
             hand
             upon
             the
             rock
             ,
             he
             overturneth
             the
             mountains
             by
             the
             roots
             .
          
           
             10.
             
             He
             cuteth
             out
             rivers
             among
             the
             rocks
             ,
             and
             his
             eye
             seeth
             every
             precious
             thing
             .
          
           
             11.
             
             He
             bindeth
             the
             floods
             from
             overflowing
             ,
             and
             the
             thing
             that
             is
             hid
             ,
             he
             bringeth
             forth
             to
             light
             .
          
           
             12.
             
             But
             where
             shall
             wisdom
             be
             found
             ,
             &
             where
             is
             the
             place
             of
             understanding
             ?
          
           
             13.
             
             Man
             knoweth
             not
             the
             price
             thereof
             ,
             neither
             is
             it
             found
             in
             the
             land
             of
             the
             living
             .
          
           
             14.
             
             The
             depth
             says
             it
             is
             not
             in
             me
             ,
             and
             the
             Sea
             says
             ,
             it
             is
             not
             with
             me
             .
          
           
             15.
             
             It
             cannot
             be
             gotten
             for
             gold
             ,
             neither
             shall
             silver
             be
             weighed
             for
             the
             price
             thereof
             .
          
           
             16.
             
             It
             cannot
             be
             valued
             with
             the
             gold
             of
             Ophir
             ,
             with
             the
             precious
             Onyx
             or
             the
             Sapphire
             .
          
           
             17.
             
             The
             Gold
             and
             the
             Chrystal
             cannot
             equal
             it
             ,
             and
             the
             exchange
             of
             it
             shal
             not
             be
             for
             Jewels
             of
             fine
             Gold.
             
          
           
             18.
             
             No
             mention
             shall
             be
             made
             of
             Coral
             ,
             or
             Pearls
             ,
             for
             the
             price
             of
             wisdom
             is
             above
             Rubies
             .
          
           
             19.
             
             The
             Topaz
             of
             Ethiopia
             shall
             not
             equal
             it
             ,
             neither
             shall
             it
             be
             valued
             with
             pure
             Gold.
             
          
           
             20.
             
             Whence
             then
             cometh
             wisdome
             ,
             &
             where
             is
             the
             place
             of
             understanding
             .
          
           
             21.
             
             Seing
             it
             is
             hid
             from
             the
             eyes
             of
             all
             living
             ,
             and
             kept
             closs
             from
             the
             fowls
             of
             the
             air
             .
          
           
             22.
             
             Destruction
             &
             death
             say
             ,
             we
             have
             heard
             the
             same
             thereof
             with
             our
             ears
             .
          
           
             23.
             
             God
             understandeth
             the
             way
             thereof
             ,
             and
             he
             understandeth
             the
             place
             thereof
             .
          
           
             24.
             
             For
             he
             looketh
             to
             the
             ends
             of
             the
             earth
             ,
             &
             seeth
             under
             the
             whole
             Heaven
             .
          
           
             25.
             
             To
             make
             the
             weight
             for
             the
             winds
             ,
             and
             he
             weigheth
             the
             water
             by
             measure
             .
          
           
             26.
             
             When
             he
             made
             a
             decree
             for
             the
             rain
             ,
             &
             away
             for
             the
             lightning
             of
             the
             thunder
             .
          
           
             27.
             
             Then
             did
             he
             see
             it
             ,
             and
             declare
             it
             ,
             he
             prepared
             it
             ,
             yea
             he
             searched
             it
             out
             .
          
           
             28.
             
             And
             unto
             man
             he
             said
             ,
             behold
             the
             fear
             of
             the
             Lord
             that
             is
             wisdom
             .
          
           
             1.
             
             Moreover
             ,
             Iob
             continued
             his
             parable
             ,
             and
             said
             .
          
           
             2.
             
             O
             that
             I
             were
             as
             in
             months
             past
             ,
             as
             in
             the
             days
             when
             God
             preserved
             me
             .
          
           
             3.
             
             When
             his
             candle
             shined
             upon
             my
             head
             ,
             and
             when
             by
             his
             light
             I
             walked
             through
             darkness
             .
          
           
             4.
             
             As
             I
             was
             in
             the
             days
             of
             my
             youth
             ,
             when
             the
             secret
             of
             God
             was
             on
             my
             tabernacle
             ▪
             
          
           
             5.
             
             When
             the
             Almighty
             was
             yet
             with
             me
             ,
             when
             my
             children
             were
             about
             me
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             When
             I
             washed
             my
             steps
             with
             butter
             ,
             and
             the
             rock
             poured
             me
             out
             rivers
             of
             oyl
             .
          
           
             7.
             
             When
             I
             went
             out
             to
             the
             gate
             through
             the
             city
             ,
             when
             I
             prepared
             my
             ●eat
             in
             the
             strcet
             .
          
           
             8.
             
             The
             young
             men
             saw
             me
             ,
             &
             hid
             themselves
             ,
             and
             the
             aged
             arose
             and
             stood
             up
             .
          
           
             9.
             
             The
             princes
             refrained
             talking
             ,
             and
             laid
             their
             hands
             on
             their
             mouths
             .
          
           
             10.
             
             The
             nobles
             held
             their
             peace
             ,
             and
             their
             tongues
             cleaved
             to
             the
             roof
             of
             their
             mouths
             .
          
           
             11.
             
             When
             the
             ear
             heard
             me
             ,
             then
             it
             blessed
             me
             ,
             &
             when
             the
             eye
             saw
             me
             ,
             it
             gave
             witness
             to
             me
             .
          
           
             12.
             
             Because
             I
             delivered
             the
             poor
             that
             cryed
             ,
             and
             the
             fathersess
             ,
             and
             him
             that
             hath
             none
             to
             help
             him
             .
          
           
             13.
             
             The
             blessing
             of
             him
             that
             was
             ready
             to
             perish
             came
             upon
             me
             ,
             and
             I
             caused
             the
             widows
             heart
             to
             sing
             for
             joy
             .
          
           
             14.
             
             I
             put
             on
             righteousness
             ,
             and
             it
             cloathed
             me
             :
             my
             judgement
             was
             as
             a
             robe
             ,
             and
             a
             diadem
             ,
          
           
             15.
             
             I
             was
             eyes
             to
             the
             blind
             ,
             and
             feet
             to
             the
             lame
             .
          
           
             16.
             
             I
             was
             a
             father
             to
             the
             poor
             ,
             and
             the
             cause
             which
             I
             knew
             not
             ,
             I
             searched
             ,
             out
             .
          
           
             17.
             
             And
             I
             broke
             the
             power
             of
             the
             wicked
             ,
             and
             plucked
             the
             spoil
             out
             of
             his
             teeth
             .
          
           
             18.
             
             Then
             I
             said
             .
             I
             shall
             dy
             in
             my
             nest
             ,
             and
             I
             shall
             multiply
             my
             days
             as
             the
             sand
             .
          
           
             19.
             
             My
             root
             was
             spread
             out
             by
             the
             waters
             ,
             and
             the
             dew
             lay
             all
             night
             upon
             my
             branches
             .
          
           
             20.
             
             My
             glory
             was
             fresh
             in
             me
             ,
             and
             a●y
             bow
             was
             renewed
             in
             my
             hand
             .
          
           
             21.
             
             Vnto
             me
             men
             gave
             ear
             and
             waited
             ,
             and
             keeped
             silence
             at
             my
             counsel
             .
          
           
             22.
             
             After
             my
             words
             ,
             they
             spoke
             not
             again
             ,
             and
             my
             speach
             dropped
             upon
             them
             .
          
           
             23.
             
             And
             they
             waited
             for
             me
             as
             for
             the
             rain
             ,
             and
             they
             opened
             their
             mouths
             wide
             as
             for
             the
             latter
             rain
             .
          
           
             24.
             
             If
             I
             laughed
             on
             them
             ,
             they
             believed
             it
             not
             ,
             and
             the
             light
             of
             my
             countenance
             they
             cast
             not
             down
             .
          
           
             25.
             
             I
             chose
             out
             their
             way
             ,
             and
             sat
             chief
             ,
             &
             dwelt
             as
             a
             king
             in
             the
             army
             ,
             as
             one
             that
             comforteth
             the
             mourners
             .
          
           
             1.
             
             But
             now
             those
             that
             are
             younger
             than
             I
             have
             me
             in
             derision
             ,
             whose
             fathers
             I
             would
             have
             disdained
             to
             have
             set
             with
             the
             dogs
             of
             myflocks
             
          
           
             2.
             
             Yea
             ,
             whereto
             might
             the
             strength
             of
             their
             hands
             profit
             me
             ,
             in
             whom
             old
             age
             was
             perished
             .
          
           
             3.
             
             For
             want
             ,
             and
             famine
             ,
             they
             were
             solitary
             ,
             flying
             into
             the
             wilderness
             ▪
             formerly
             desolate
             ,
             and
             waste
             .
          
           
             4.
             
             Who
             cut
             up
             mallows
             by
             the
             bushes
             ,
             and
             juniper-roots
             for
             their
             meat
             .
          
           
             5.
             
             They
             were
             driven
             forth
             from
             among
             men
             ,
             they
             cryed
             after
             them
             ,
             as
             after
             a
             thief
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             They
             dwelt
             in
             the
             cliffs
             of
             the
             valleys
             ,
             in
             caves
             of
             the
             earth
             ,
             and
             in
             the
             rocks
             .
          
           
             7.
             
             Amongst
             the
             bushes
             they
             brayed
             ,
             under
             the
             nettles
             they
             were
             gathered
             together
             .
          
           
             8.
             
             They
             were
             children
             of
             fools
             ,
             yea
             children
             of
             base
             men
             ,
             they
             were
             viler
             then
             the
             earth
             .
          
           
             9.
             
             Yet
             now
             am
             I
             their
             song
             ,
             yea
             I
             am
             their
             by-word
             .
          
           
             10.
             
             They
             all
             abhor
             me
             ,
             they
             fly
             far
             from
             me
             ,
             and
             spare
             not
             to
             spit
             in
             my
             face
             .
          
           
             11.
             
             Because
             he
             hath
             loosed
             my
             cord
             ,
             and
             an●●c●●●
             m●
             ,
             they
             have
             also
             l●●
             loose
             the
             bridle
             before
             me
             .
          
           
             12
             Upon
             my
             right
             hand
             ●ife
             the
             youth
             ,
             they
             push
             away
             my
             feet
             ,
             and
             they
             raise
             up
             against
             me
             the
             ways
             of
             their
             destruction
             .
          
           
             13
             They
             mark
             my
             paths
             ,
             they
             set
             forward
             my
             calamity
             ,
             they
             have
             no
             helper
             .
          
           
             14
             They
             came
             upon
             me
             ,
             as
             a
             wide
             breaking
             in
             of
             waters
             ;
             in
             the
             desolation
             they
             rolled
             themselves
             upon
             me
             .
          
           
             15.
             
             Terrours
             are
             turned
             upon
             me
             ,
             they
             pursue
             my
             soul
             as
             the
             wind
             ,
             and
             my
             welfare
             passeth
             away
             as
             a
             cloud
             .
          
           
             16.
             
             And
             now
             my
             soul
             is
             poured
             out
             upon
             me
             ,
             the
             dayes
             of
             affliction
             have
             taken
             hold
             on
             me
             .
          
           
             17.
             
             My
             bones
             are
             pierced
             in
             me
             in
             the
             night
             season
             ,
             and
             my
             sinews
             take
             no
             rest
             .
          
           
             18.
             
             By
             the
             great
             force
             of
             my
             disease
             ,
             my
             garment
             is
             changed
             ,
             it
             bindeth
             me
             about
             as
             the
             collar
             of
             my
             coat
             .
          
           
             19.
             
             He
             hath
             cast
             me
             into
             the
             mire
             ,
             &
             I
             am
             become
             like
             dust
             and
             ashes
             .
          
           
             20.
             
             I
             cry
             unto
             thee
             ,
             and
             thou
             dost
             not
             hear
             me
             .
             I
             stand
             up
             ,
             and
             thou
             regardest
             me
             not
             .
          
           
             21.
             
             Thou
             art
             become
             cruel
             to
             me
             ,
             with
             thy
             strong
             hand
             thou
             opposest
             thy self
             against
             me
             .
          
           
             22.
             
             Thou
             liftest
             me
             up
             to
             the
             wind
             ,
             thou
             causest
             me
             to
             ride
             upon
             it
             ,
             and
             dissolvest
             my
             substance
             ▪
             
          
           
             23.
             
             For
             I
             know
             that
             thou
             wilt
             being
             me
             to
             death
             ,
             and
             to
             the
             house
             appointed
             for
             all
             living
             .
          
           
             24.
             
             Howbeit
             he
             will
             not
             stretch
             out
             his
             hand
             to
             the
             grave
             ,
             though
             they
             cry
             in
             his
             destruction
             .
          
           
             25.
             
             Did
             not
             I
             weep
             for
             him
             that
             was
             in
             trouble
             ?
             was
             not
             my
             soul
             grieved
             for
             the
             poor
             ?
          
           
             26.
             
             When
             I
             looked
             for
             good
             ,
             then
             evil
             came
             unto
             me
             ,
             and
             when
             I
             waited
             for
             light
             ,
             there
             came
             darkness
             .
          
           
             27.
             
             My
             bowels
             boiled
             ,
             and
             rested
             not
             ▪
             the
             days
             of
             affliction
             prevented
             me
             .
          
           
             28.
             
             I
             went
             mourning
             without
             the
             sun
             ,
             I
             stood
             up
             ,
             and
             I
             cried
             in
             the
             congregation
             .
          
           
             29.
             
             I
             am
             a
             brother
             to
             dragons
             ▪
             and
             a
             companion
             to
             owls
             .
          
           
             30.
             
             My
             skin
             is
             black
             upon
             me
             ,
             and
             my
             bones
             are
             burned
             with
             heat
             .
          
           
             31.
             
             My
             harp
             also
             is
             turned
             to
             mourning
             ,
             and
             my
             organ
             to
             the
             voice
             of
             them
             that
             weep
             .
          
           
             1.
             
             I
             made
             a
             covenant
             with
             my
             eyes
             ,
             why
             then
             should
             I
             think
             upon
             a
             maid
             .
          
           
             2.
             
             For
             what
             portion
             of
             God
             is
             there
             from
             above
             ?
             and
             what
             inheritance
             from
             the
             Almighty
             on
             high
             .
          
           
             3.
             
             Is
             not
             destruction
             to
             the
             wicked
             ,
             and
             a
             strange
             punishment
             to
             the
             workers
             of
             iniquity
             .
          
           
             4.
             
             Doth
             not
             he
             see
             my
             ways
             ,
             and
             count
             my
             steps
             .
          
           
             5.
             
             If
             I
             have
             walked
             with
             vanity
             ,
             or
             if
             my
             foot
             hath
             hasted
             to
             deceit
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             Let
             me
             be
             weighed
             in
             an
             even
             ballance
             ,
             that
             God
             may
             know
             my
             integrity
             .
          
           
             7.
             
             If
             my
             step
             hath
             turned
             out
             of
             the
             way
             and
             my
             heart
             walked
             after
             my
             eyes
             ,
             and
             if
             any
             blot
             hath
             cleaved
             to
             my
             hands
             .
          
           
             8.
             
             Then
             let
             me
             sow
             ,
             and
             let
             another
             eat
             ,
             yea
             ,
             let
             my
             off
             spring
             be
             rooted
             out
             .
          
           
             9.
             
             If
             mine
             heart
             hath
             been
             deceived
             by
             a
             woman
             ,
             or
             if
             I
             have
             laid
             wait
             at
             my
             neighbours
             door
             .
          
           
             10.
             
             Then
             let
             my
             wife
             grind
             unto
             another
             ,
             and
             let
             others
             bow
             down
             upon
             her
             .
          
           
             11.
             
             For
             this
             is
             an
             hainous
             crime
             ,
             yea
             ,
             itis
             an
             iniquity
             ,
             to
             be
             punished
             by
             the
             judge
             
          
           
             12.
             
             For
             it
             is
             a
             fire
             that
             consumeth
             to
             destruction
             ,
             &
             would
             ●●o●
             out
             all
             mine
             increase
             .
          
           
             13.
             
             If
             I
             did
             despise
             the
             cause
             of
             my
             man-servant
             ▪
             o●
             of
             my
             maid-servant
             ,
             when
             they
             contended
             with
             me
             .
          
           
             14.
             
             What
             then
             shall
             I
             do
             when
             God
             riseth
             up
             ,
             and
             when
             he
             visiteth
             what
             shall
             I
             answer
             him
             .
          
           
             15
             Did
             not
             he
             that
             made
             me
             make
             him
             ?
             and
             did
             not
             one
             tashion
             us
             in
             the
             womb
             ?
          
           
             16.
             
             If
             I
             have
             withheld
             the
             poor
             from
             their
             desire
             ,
             or
             have
             caused
             the
             eyes
             of
             the
             widow
             to
             fail
             .
          
           
             17.
             
             Or
             have
             I
             eaten
             my
             morsel
             my self
             ,
             and
             the
             fatherless
             hath
             not
             eaten
             thereof
             .
          
           
             18.
             
             For
             from
             my
             youth
             he
             was
             broght
             up
             with
             me
             ,
             as
             with
             a
             father
             ,
             and
             I
             have
             guided
             her
             from
             my
             mothers
             womb
             .
          
           
             19.
             
             If
             I
             have
             seen
             any
             p●●ish
             for
             want
             of
             cloa●●ing
             ,
             or
             any
             poor
             without
             covering
             .
          
           
             20.
             
             If
             his
             ●o●nes
             have
             not
             blessed
             me
             ,
             and
             if
             he
             ●●re
             not
             warmed
             with
             the
             fleece
             of
             my
             sheep
             ,
          
           
             21.
             
             If
             I
             have
             lift
             up
             my
             hand
             against
             the
             fatherlesse
             ,
             when
             I
             ●aw
             my
             help
             in
             the
             gate
             .
          
           
             22.
             
             Then
             ●et
             mine
             arm
             fall
             from
             my
             shoulder
             bla●●
             ,
             and
             mine
             〈◊〉
             be
             broken
             from
             the
             bone
             .
          
           
             23.
             
             For
             destruction
             from
             God
             ,
             was
             ●
             terror
             to
             me
             ,
             and
             by
             reason
             of
             his
             highnesse
             .
             I
             could
             not
             endure
             .
          
           
             24.
             
             If
             I
             have
             made
             gold
             my
             ho●●
             ,
             or
             have
             said
             to
             ●●ne
             gold
             thou
             art
             my
             confidence
             .
          
           
             25.
             ●f
             I
             rejoiced
             because
             my
             〈…〉
             ●●cause
             mine
             hands
             had
             gotten
             much
             .
          
           
             26.
             
             If
             I
             beheld
             the
             sun
             ,
             when
             it
             shined
             ,
             or
             the
             moon
             walking
             in
             brightness
             .
          
           
             27.
             
             And
             my
             heart
             hath
             been
             secretly
             enticed
             ,
             or
             my
             mouth
             hath
             kissed
             my
             hand
             .
          
           
             28.
             
             This
             also
             were
             an
             iniquity
             to
             be
             punished
             by
             the
             judge
             ,
             for
             I
             should
             have
             denyed
             the
             God
             that
             is
             above
             .
          
           
             29.
             
             If
             I
             rejoyced
             at
             the
             destruction
             of
             him
             that
             hated
             me
             ,
             or
             lift
             up
             my self
             when
             evil
             found
             him
             .
          
           
             30.
             
             Neither
             have
             I
             suffered
             my
             mouth
             to
             sin
             ,
             by
             wishing
             a
             curse
             to
             his
             soul.
             
          
           
             31.
             
             If
             the
             men
             of
             my
             tabernacle
             said
             not
             ,
             O
             that
             we
             had
             of
             his
             flesh
             ▪
             we
             cannot
             be
             satisfied
             .
          
           
             32.
             
             The
             stranger
             did
             not
             lodge
             in
             the
             streets
             ,
             but
             I
             opened
             my
             door
             to
             the
             traveller
             .
          
           
             33.
             
             If
             I
             c●●ered
             my
             transgression
             as
             Adam
             ,
             by
             hiding
             my
             iniquity
             in
             my
             bosom
             .
          
           
             34.
             
             Did
             I
             fear
             a
             great
             multitude
             ,
             or
             did
             the
             contempt
             of
             families
             terrifie
             me
             ,
             that
             I
             kept
             silence
             ,
             and
             went
             not
             out
             of
             the
             door
             .
          
           
             35.
             
             O
             that
             one
             would
             hear
             me
             ,
             behold
             my
             desire
             is
             that
             the
             Almighty
             would
             answer
             me
             ,
             and
             that
             mine
             adversary
             had
             written
             a
             book
             .
          
           
             36.
             
             Surely
             I
             would
             take
             it
             upon
             my
             shoulder
             ,
             and
             bind
             it
             as
             a
             crown
             to
             me
             .
          
           
             37.
             
             I
             would
             declare
             unto
             him
             the
             number
             of
             my
             steps
             ,
             as
             a
             Prince
             would
             I
             go
             nigh
             unto
             him
             .
          
           
             38.
             
             If
             my
             land
             cry
             against
             me
             ,
             or
             that
             the
             furrows
             likewise
             complain
             .
          
           
             39.
             
             If
             I
             have
             eaten
             the
             fruits
             thereof
             without
             money
             ,
             or
             have
             caused
             the
             owners
             thereof
             to
             lose
             their
             life
             .
          
           
             40.
             
             Let
             thistles
             grow
             in
             stead
             of
             wheat
             ,
             and
             cockle
             in
             stead
             of
             barley
             .
          
        
         
           Notes for div A33354-e204780
           
             1.
             
             So
             these
             three
             men
             ceased
             to
             answer
             Iob
             ,
             because
             he
             was
             righteous
             in
             his
             own
             eyes
             .
          
           
             2.
             
             Then
             was
             kindled
             the
             wrath
             of
             Elihu
             ,
             the
             son
             of
             Barachel
             the
             Buzzite
             ,
             of
             the
             kindred
             of
             Ram
             ,
             against
             Iob
             his
             wrath
             was
             kindled
             ,
             because
             he
             justified
             himself
             rather
             then
             God.
             
          
           
             3.
             
             Also
             against
             his
             three
             friends
             was
             his
             wrath
             kindled
             ,
             because
             they
             had
             found
             no
             answer
             ,
             &
             yet
             had
             condemned
             Iob.
             
          
           
             4.
             
             Now
             Elihu
             had
             waited
             till
             Iob
             had
             spoken
             ,
             because
             they
             were
             elder
             then
             he
             ▪
             
          
           
             5.
             
             When
             Elihu
             saw
             that
             there
             was
             no
             answer
             in
             the
             mouth
             of
             these
             three
             men
             ,
             then
             his
             wrath
             was
             kindled
             :
          
           
             6.
             
             And
             Elihu
             the
             son
             of
             Barachel
             the
             Buzite
             answered
             ,
             and
             said
             ,
             I
             am
             young
             ,
             and
             you
             are
             old
             ,
             wherefore
             I
             was
             afraid
             ,
             and
             durst
             not
             show
             you
             my
             opinion
             .
          
           
             7.
             
             I
             said
             ,
             days
             should
             speak
             ,
             and
             multitude
             of
             years
             should
             teach
             wisdom
             .
          
           
             8.
             
             But
             there
             is
             a
             spirit
             in
             man
             ,
             and
             the
             inspiration
             of
             the
             Almighty
             giveth
             understanding
             .
          
           
             9
             ,
             Great
             men
             are
             not
             alwayes
             wise
             ,
             neither
             do
             the
             aged
             understand
             judgement
             .
          
           
             10.
             
             Therefore
             I
             said
             ,
             hearken
             unto
             me
             ,
             I
             also
             will
             show
             my
             opinion
             .
          
           
             11.
             
             Behold
             I
             waited
             for
             your
             words
             .
             I
             gave
             car
             to
             your
             reasons
             ,
             whilst
             you
             searched
             out
             what
             to
             say
             .
          
           
             12.
             
             Yea
             ,
             I
             attended
             unto
             you
             ,
             and
             behold
             there
             was
             none
             of
             you
             that
             convinced
             Iob
             ,
             or
             that
             answered
             his
             words
             .
          
           
             13.
             
             Lest
             you
             should
             say
             ,
             we
             have
             found
             out
             wisdome
             ,
             God
             th●usteth
             him
             down
             ,
             not
             man.
             
          
           
             14.
             
             Now
             he
             hath
             not
             direct
             his
             words
             against
             me
             ,
             neither
             will
             I
             answer
             him
             with
             your
             speeches
             .
          
           
             15.
             
             They
             were
             amaz'd
             ,
             they
             answered
             no
             more
             ,
             they
             left
             off
             speaking
             .
          
           
             16.
             
             When
             I
             had
             waited
             ,
             ●or
             they
             spoke
             not
             but
             stood
             still
             &
             answered
             no
             more
             .
          
           
             17.
             
             I
             sard
             I
             will
             answer
             also
             my
             part
             ,
             I
             also
             will
             show
             my
             opinion
             .
          
           
             18.
             
             For
             I
             am
             full
             of
             matter
             ,
             the
             spirit
             within
             meconstraineth
             me
             .
          
           
             19.
             
             Behold
             my
             belly
             is
             as
             wine
             ,
             which
             hath
             no
             vent
             ,
             it
             is
             ready
             to
             burst
             like
             new
             bottles
             .
          
           
             20.
             
             I
             will
             speake
             that
             I
             may
             be
             refreshed
             ,
             I
             ●●ll
             open
             my
             lips
             ,
             and
             answer
             .
          
           
             21.
             
             Let
             me
             not
             ,
             I
             pray
             you
             ,
             accept
             any
             mans
             person
             ,
             neither
             let
             me
             give
             flattering
             titles
             to
             man.
             
          
           
             22.
             
             For
             I
             know
             not
             to
             give
             flattering
             titles
             ,
             in
             so
             doing
             ,
             my
             maker
             would
             soon
             ●ake
             me
             away
             .
          
           
             1.
             
             Wherefore
             Iob
             ,
             I
             pray
             thee
             ,
             hear
             my
             speeches
             ,
             &
             hearken
             to
             all
             my
             words
             .
          
           
             2.
             
             Behold
             now
             ,
             I
             have
             opened
             my
             mouth
             ,
             my
             tongue
             hath
             spoken
             in
             my
             mouth
             .
          
           
             3.
             
             My
             words
             shall
             be
             of
             the
             uprightness
             of
             my
             heart
             and
             my
             lips
             shal
             utter
             knowledge
             clearly
             .
          
           
             4.
             
             The
             spirit
             of
             God
             hath
             made
             me
             ,
             and
             the
             breath
             of
             the
             Almighty
             hath
             given
             me
             life
             .
          
           
             5.
             
             If
             thou
             canst
             answer
             me
             ,
             set
             thy
             words
             in
             order
             before
             me
             ,
             stand
             up
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             Behold
             ▪
             I
             am
             according
             to
             thy
             wish
             ,
             in
             Gods
             stead
             .
             I
             also
             am
             formed
             out
             of
             the
             clay
             .
          
           
             7
             Behold
             my
             terrour
             shall
             not
             make
             thee
             afraid
             ,
             neither
             shall
             my
             hand
             be
             heavy
             upon
             thee
             .
          
           
             8
             Surely
             thou
             hast
             spoken
             in
             mine
             hearing
             ,
             and
             I
             have
             heard
             the
             voice
             of
             thy
             words
             ,
             saying
             ▪
             
          
           
             9
             I
             am
             clean
             ,
             without
             transgrassion
             ,
             I
             am
             innocent
             ,
             neither
             is
             there
             iniquity
             in
             me
             -
          
           
             10.
             
             Behold
             he
             findeth
             occasions
             against
             me
             ,
             he
             counteth
             me
             for
             his
             enemy
             .
          
           
             11.
             
             He
             putteth
             my
             feet
             in
             the
             stocks
             ,
             he
             marketh
             all
             my
             paths
             
          
           
             12.
             
             Behold
             in
             this
             thou
             art
             most
             just
             ,
             I
             will
             answer
             thee
             ,
             that
             God
             is
             greater
             then
             man
             ,
          
           
             13.
             
             Why
             dost
             thou
             strive
             against
             him
             ,
             for
             he
             giveth
             not
             account
             of
             any
             of
             his
             matters
             .
          
           
             14.
             
             For
             God
             speaketh
             once
             ,
             yea
             twice
             ,
             yet
             man
             perceiveth
             it
             not
             .
          
           
             15.
             
             In
             a
             dream
             ,
             in
             a
             vision
             of
             the
             night
             ,
             when
             deep
             sleep
             falleth
             upon
             men
             ;
             in
             ●lumbrings
             on
             the
             bed
             .
          
           
             16.
             
             Then
             he
             openeth
             the
             ears
             of
             men
             ,
             and
             sealeth
             their
             Instruction
             .
          
           
             17
             That
             he
             may
             withdraw
             man
             from
             his
             purpose
             ,
             and
             hide
             pride
             from
             man.
             
          
           
             18
             He
             keepeth
             back
             his
             soul
             from
             the
             pit
             ,
             and
             his
             life
             from
             perishing
             by
             the
             sword
             .
          
           
             19
             He
             is
             chastned
             also
             with
             pain
             upon
             his
             bed
             ,
             and
             the
             multitude
             of
             his
             bones
             with
             strong
             pains
             .
          
           
             20
             So
             that
             his
             life
             abhorreth
             bread
             ,
             and
             his
             soul
             dainty
             meat
             .
          
           
             21
             His
             flesh
             is
             consumed
             away
             that
             it
             cannot
             be
             seen
             ,
             and
             his
             bones
             ,
             that
             were
             were
             not
             seen
             ,
             stick
             out
             .
          
           
             22
             His
             soul
             draweth
             nigh
             to
             the
             grave
             ,
             and
             his
             life
             to
             the
             destroyers
             .
          
           
             23
             If
             there
             be
             a
             messenger
             with
             him
             ,
             an
             interpreter
             ,
             one
             amongst
             a
             thousand
             to
             shew
             man
             his
             uprightness
             .
          
           
             24
             Then
             he
             is
             gracious
             to
             him
             ,
             &
             saith
             ,
             deliver
             him
             from
             going
             down
             to
             the
             pit
             ,
             I
             have
             found
             a
             ransome
             .
          
           
             25.
             
             His
             flesh
             shall
             be
             fresher
             then
             a
             childs
             ,
             he
             shall
             return
             to
             the
             days
             of
             his
             youth
             .
          
           
             16.
             
             He
             shall
             pray
             unto
             God
             ,
             and
             he
             will
             be
             favourable
             unto
             him
             ,
             and
             he
             shall
             see
             his
             face
             with
             joy
             ,
             for
             he
             will
             render
             unto
             man
             his
             righteousness
             .
          
           
             27.
             
             He
             looketh
             upon
             men
             ,
             and
             if
             any
             say
             ,
             I
             have
             sinned
             ,
             and
             perverted
             that
             which
             was
             right
             ,
             and
             it
             profited
             me
             not
             .
          
           
             28.
             
             He
             will
             deliver
             his
             soul
             from
             going
             into
             the
             pit
             ,
             and
             his
             life
             shall
             see
             the
             light
             .
          
           
             29.
             
             Lo
             all
             these
             things
             worketh
             God
             oftentimes
             with
             man
             
          
           
             30.
             
             To
             bring
             back
             his
             soul
             from
             the
             pit
             ,
             to
             be
             enlightned
             with
             the
             light
             of
             the
             living
             .
          
           
             31.
             
             Mark
             well
             ,
             O
             Iob
             ,
             hearken
             unto
             me
             ,
             hold
             thy
             peace
             ,
             and
             I
             will
             speak
             .
          
           
             32.
             
             If
             thou
             hast
             any
             thing
             to
             say
             ,
             speak
             ,
             for
             I
             desire
             to
             justifie
             thee
             .
          
           
             33.
             
             If
             not
             ,
             hearken
             unto
             me
             ,
             hold
             thy
             peace
             ,
             and
             I
             shall
             teach
             thee
             wisdom
             .
          
           
             1.
             
             Furthermore
             Elihu
             answered
             ,
             and
             said
             .
          
           
             2.
             
             Hear
             my
             words
             ,
             O
             ye
             wise
             men
             ,
             and
             give
             ear
             unto
             me
             ye
             that
             have
             knowledge
             
          
           
             3.
             
             For
             the
             ear
             trveth
             words
             ,
             as
             the
             mouth
             tasteth
             meat
             .
          
           
             4.
             
             Let
             us
             choose
             to
             us
             judgment
             ,
             let
             us
             know
             among
             our selves
             what
             is
             good
             .
          
           
             5.
             
             For
             Iob
             hath
             said
             ,
             I
             am
             righteous
             ,
             and
             God
             hath
             taken
             away
             my
             judgment
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             Should
             I
             lie
             against
             my
             rig●t
             ?
             my
             wound
             is
             incurable
             without
             transgression
             ?
          
           
             7.
             
             What
             man
             is
             like
             Iob
             ,
             who
             drinketh
             up
             scorning
             like
             water
             ?
          
           
             8
             Who
             goeth
             in
             company
             with
             the
             workers
             of
             iniquity
             ,
             and
             walketh
             with
             wicked
             men
             .
          
           
             9.
             
             For
             he
             hath
             said
             ,
             it
             profiteth
             a
             man
             nothing
             ,
             that
             he
             should
             delight
             himself
             with
             God.
             
          
           
             10.
             
             Therefore
             hearken
             unto
             me
             ,
             ye
             men
             of
             understanding
             ,
             far
             be
             it
             from
             God
             ,
             that
             he
             should
             do
             wickedness
             ;
             and
             from
             the
             Almighty
             ,
             that
             he
             should
             commit
             iniquity
             .
          
           
             11.
             
             For
             the
             work
             of
             a
             man
             ,
             shall
             he
             render
             unto
             him
             ,
             and
             cause
             every
             man
             to
             find
             according
             to
             his
             ways
             .
          
           
             12.
             
             Yea
             ,
             surely
             God
             will
             not
             do
             wickedly
             ,
             neither
             will
             the
             Almighty
             pervert
             judgement
             .
          
           
             13.
             
             Who
             hath
             given
             him
             a
             charge
             over
             the
             earth
             ?
             or
             who
             has
             disposed
             the
             whole
             world
             ?
          
           
             14
             If
             he
             set
             his
             heart
             upon
             man
             ,
             if
             he
             gather
             unto
             him
             his
             spirits
             ,
             and
             his
             breath
             .
          
           
             15
             All
             flesh
             shall
             perish
             together
             ,
             and
             man
             shall
             turn
             again
             unto
             dust
             .
          
           
             16
             If
             thou
             hast
             understanding
             ,
             hear
             this
             ;
             hearken
             to
             the
             voice
             of
             my
             words
             .
          
           
             17
             Shall
             even
             he
             ,
             who
             hateth
             righ
             ,
             govern
             ?
             and
             wilt
             thou
             condemn
             him
             who
             is
             most
             just
             ?
          
           
             18
             Is
             it
             fit
             to
             say
             to
             a
             king
             ,
             thou
             art
             wicked
             ,
             and
             to
             princes
             ,
             ye
             are
             ungodly
             
          
           
             19.
             
             How
             much
             less
             to
             him
             ,
             that
             accepteth
             not
             the
             person
             of
             Princes
             ,
             or
             regardeth
             the
             rich
             ,
             more
             then
             the
             poor
             ,
             for
             they
             are
             all
             the
             work
             of
             his
             hands
             .
          
           
             20.
             
             In
             a
             moment
             shall
             they
             d●
             ▪
             and
             the
             people
             shall
             be
             troubled
             at
             midnight
             ,
             &
             pa●s
             away
             ,
             and
             the
             mighty
             shall
             be
             taken
             away
             without
             hand
             .
          
           
             21
             For
             his
             eyes
             are
             upon
             the
             ways
             of
             man
             ,
             and
             he
             seeth
             all
             his
             goings
             .
          
           
             22
             ▪
             There
             is
             no
             darkness
             ,
             nor
             shadow
             of
             death
             ,
             where
             the
             workers
             of
             iniquity
             may
             hide
             themselves
             .
          
           
             23
             For
             he
             will
             not
             lay
             upon
             man
             more
             then
             right
             ,
             that
             he
             should
             enter
             into
             judgement
             with
             God
             
          
           
             24
             He
             shall
             break
             in
             pieces
             mighty
             men
             without
             number
             ,
             and
             set
             others
             in
             their
             stead
             .
          
           
             ●5
             Therefore
             ,
             he
             knoweth
             their
             works
             ,
             and
             he
             overturneth
             them
             in
             the
             nighe
             ,
             so
             that
             they
             are
             destroyed
             .
          
           
             26
             He
             striketh
             them
             as
             wicked
             men
             in
             the
             open
             ●ight
             of
             others
             .
          
           
             27
             Because
             they
             turned
             back
             from
             him
             ,
             and
             would
             not
             consider
             any
             of
             his
             ways
             .
          
           
             28
             So
             that
             they
             cause
             the
             cry
             of
             the
             poor
             to
             come
             unto
             him
             ,
             and
             he
             heareth
             the
             cry
             of
             the
             ●●●●●ted
             .
          
           
             29
             When
             he
             giveth
             quietness
             ,
             who
             then
             can
             make
             trouble
             ?
             and
             when
             he
             hideth
             his
             face
             ,
             who
             then
             can
             behold
             him
             ?
             whether
             it
             be
             done
             against
             a
             nation
             or
             against
             a
             man
             only
             .
          
           
             30
             That
             the
             hypocrite
             reign
             nor
             ,
             lest
             the
             people
             be
             ensnared
             .
          
           
             31.
             
             Surely
             it
             is
             meet
             to
             be
             said
             to
             God.
             I
             have
             born
             chastisement
             ▪
             I
             will
             not
             offend
             any
             more
             
          
           
             32.
             
             That
             which
             I
             see
             not
             ,
             teach
             thou
             me
             ,
             if
             I
             have
             done
             iniquity
             ,
             I
             will
             do
             no
             more
             .
          
           
             33.
             
             Should
             it
             be
             according
             to
             thy
             mind
             ?
             he
             will
             recompence
             it
             ,
             whether
             thou
             refuse
             ,
             or
             whether
             thou
             chuse
             ,
             and
             ●ot
             I
             ,
             therefore
             speak
             what
             thou
             knowest
             .
          
           
             34.
             
             Let
             men
             of
             understanding
             tell
             me
             ,
             and
             let
             a
             wise
             man
             hearken
             unto
             me
             .
          
           
             35.
             
             Iob
             hath
             spoken
             without
             knowledge
             ,
             and
             his
             words
             were
             without
             wisdom
             .
          
           
             36.
             
             My
             desire
             is
             that
             Iob
             may
             be
             tryed
             to
             the
             end
             ,
             because
             of
             his
             answers
             for
             wicked
             men
             .
          
           
             37.
             
             For
             he
             addeth
             rebellion
             to
             his
             sin
             ,
             he
             clap●eth
             his
             hands
             amongst
             us
             ,
             and
             m●lti●lieth
             his
             words
             against
             God.
             
          
           
             1.
             
             Elihu
             spake
             moreover
             ,
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             2.
             
             Thinkest
             thou
             this
             to
             be
             right
             ,
             that
             thou
             saidst
             ,
             m●
             righteousness
             is
             more
             then
             Gods
             ?
          
           
             3.
             
             For
             thou
             saidst
             what
             advantage
             ,
             will
             it
             be
             to
             thee
             ?
             and
             what
             profit
             shall
             I
             have
             ,
             if
             I
             be
             cleansed
             from
             my
             sin
             ?
          
           
             4.
             
             I
             will
             answer
             thee
             ,
             and
             thy
             companions
             with
             thee
             .
          
           
             5.
             
             Look
             unto
             the
             heavens
             ,
             and
             see
             ,
             and
             behold
             the
             clouds
             ,
             which
             are
             higher
             then
             thou
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             If
             thou
             sinnest
             ,
             what
             dost
             thou
             against
             him
             ?
             or
             if
             thy
             transgressions
             be
             multiplied
             ;
             what
             dost
             thou
             unto
             him
             ?
          
           
             7.
             
             If
             thou
             be
             righteous
             ,
             what
             givest
             thou
             him
             ?
             what
             receiveth
             he
             of
             thine
             hand
             ?
          
           
             8.
             
             Thy
             wickedness
             may
             hurt
             a
             man
             ▪
             as
             thou
             art
             ,
             and
             thy
             righteousness
             may
             profit
             the
             son
             of
             man
             
          
           
             9.
             
             By
             reason
             of
             the
             multitude
             of
             oppressions
             ,
             they
             make
             the
             oppressed
             to
             cry
             :
             they
             cry
             out
             by
             reason
             of
             the
             arm
             of
             the
             mighty
             .
          
           
             10.
             
             But
             none
             saith
             ,
             Where
             is
             God
             my
             maker
             ,
             who
             giveth
             songs
             in
             the
             night
             ?
          
           
             11.
             
             Who
             teacheth
             〈◊〉
             more
             then
             the
             bea●●
             of
             the
             earth
             ,
             and
             maketh
             us
             wiser
             then
             the
             fowls
             of
             heaven
             .
          
           
             12.
             
             There
             they
             cry
             ,
             but
             none
             giveth
             answer
             ,
             because
             of
             the
             pride
             of
             evil
             men
             .
          
           
             13.
             
             Surely
             God
             will
             not
             hear
             vanity
             ,
             nor
             will
             the
             Almighty
             regard
             it
             .
          
           
             14.
             
             Although
             thou
             sayst
             ,
             thou
             shalt
             not
             see
             him
             ,
             yet
             judgement
             is
             before
             him
             ,
             therefore
             trust
             thou
             in
             him
             .
          
           
             15
             But
             now
             because
             i●
             is
             not
             〈◊〉
             ,
             he
             hath
             vnited
             in
             his
             anger
             ,
             yet
             he
             knoweth
             〈◊〉
             not
             in
             great
             extremity
             .
          
           
             1●
             Therefore
             doth
             Iob
             open
             his
             mouth
             in
             vain
             ,
             h●●
             mul●●y
             lyeth
             words
             without
             knowledge
             .
          
           
             1.
             
             Elihu
             also
             proceeded
             ,
             and
             said
             .
          
           
             2.
             
             Suffer
             me
             yet
             a
             little
             ,
             and
             I
             will
             show
             thee
             ,
             that
             I
             have
             yet
             to
             speak
             on
             Gods
             behalf
             .
          
           
             3.
             
             I
             will
             fetch
             my
             knowledge
             from
             afar
             ▪
             and
             I
             will
             ascribe
             righteousness
             to
             my
             maker
             .
          
           
             4.
             
             For
             truly
             my
             words
             shall
             not
             be
             false
             :
             he
             that
             is
             perfect
             in
             knowledge
             is
             with
             thee
             .
          
           
             5.
             
             Behold
             God
             is
             mighty
             ,
             and
             despiseth
             not
             any
             ,
             he
             is
             mighty
             in
             strength
             ,
             and
             wisdom
             .
          
           
             6
             He
             preserveth
             not
             the
             life
             of
             the
             wicked
             ,
             but
             giveth
             right
             to
             the
             poor
             .
          
           
             7
             He
             withdraweth
             not
             his
             eyes
             from
             the
             righteous
             ;
             but
             with
             kings
             are
             they
             on
             the
             throne
             :
             yea
             ,
             he
             doth
             establish
             them
             forever
             ,
             and
             they
             are
             exalted
             .
          
           
             8
             And
             if
             they
             be
             bound
             in
             fetters
             ,
             and
             be
             holden
             in
             cords
             of
             affliction
             .
          
           
             9
             Then
             he
             shows
             them
             their
             works
             ,
             &
             their
             transgressions
             ,
             that
             they
             have
             exceeded
             .
          
           
             10
             He
             openeth
             also
             their
             ears
             to
             discipline
             and
             command●●h
             ●hat
             they
             return
             〈◊〉
             iniquity
             .
          
           
             11
             If
             they
             obey
             ,
             and
             serve
             him
             ,
             they
             shall
             spend
             their
             days
             ●n
             prosperity
             ,
             and
             their
             years
             in
             pleasure
             .
          
           
             12.
             
             But
             if
             they
             obey
             not
             ,
             they
             shall
             perish
             by
             the
             sword
             ,
             and
             they
             shall
             dy
             without
             knowledge
             .
          
           
             13.
             
             But
             the
             hypocrites
             in
             heart
             heap
             up
             wrath
             :
             they
             cry
             not
             ,
             when
             he
             bindeth
             them
             .
          
           
             14.
             
             They
             die
             in
             youth
             ,
             and
             their
             life
             is
             among
             the
             unclean
             .
          
           
             15.
             
             He
             delivereth
             the
             poor
             in
             his
             affliction
             ,
             and
             openeth
             their
             ears
             in
             oppression
             .
          
           
             16.
             
             Even
             so
             would
             he
             have
             removed
             thee
             out
             of
             the
             strait
             into
             a
             broad
             place
             where
             there
             is
             no
             straitness
             ,
             and
             that
             which
             should
             be
             set
             on
             thy
             table
             ,
             should
             be
             full
             of
             fatness
             .
          
           
             17.
             
             But
             thou
             hast
             fulfilled
             the
             judgment
             of
             the
             wicked
             ,
             judgment
             and
             justice
             take
             hold
             on
             thee
             .
          
           
             18.
             
             Because
             there
             is
             wrath
             ,
             beware
             ,
             lest
             he
             take
             thee
             away
             with
             his
             stroak
             ,
             then
             a
             great
             ransom
             cannot
             deliver
             thee
             .
          
           
             19.
             
             Will
             he
             esteem
             thy
             riches
             ?
             no
             not
             gold
             ,
             nor
             all
             the
             forces
             of
             strength
             .
          
           
             20.
             
             Desire
             not
             the
             night
             ,
             when
             people
             are
             cut
             ▪
             off
             in
             their
             place
             .
          
           
             21
             Take
             heed
             ▪
             regard
             not
             iniquity
             :
             for
             th●s
             thou
             hast
             rather
             chosen
             then
             affliction
             .
          
           
             22
             Behold
             God
             exalteth
             by
             his
             power
             :
             who
             teacheth
             him
             ?
          
           
             23.
             
             Who
             hath
             enjoyned
             him
             his
             way
             ?
             or
             who
             can
             say
             ,
             thou
             hast
             wrought
             iniquity
             ?
          
           
             24.
             
             Remember
             that
             thou
             magnify
             his
             works
             ,
             which
             men
             behold
             .
          
           
             25.
             
             Every
             man
             may
             see
             it
             ,
             man
             may
             behold
             it
             afar
             off
             .
          
           
             26.
             
             Behold
             God
             is
             great
             ,
             and
             we
             know
             him
             not
             ,
             neither
             can
             the
             number
             of
             his
             years
             be
             searched
             out
             .
          
           
             27.
             
             For
             he
             maketh
             finall
             the
             drops
             of
             water
             ,
             they
             pour
             down
             rain
             according
             to
             the
             vapour
             thereof
             
          
           
             28.
             
             Which
             the
             clouds
             do
             drop
             ,
             and
             distill
             upon
             man
             abundantly
             .
          
           
             29.
             
             Also
             can
             any
             understand
             he
             spreadings
             of
             the
             clouds
             ,
             or
             the
             noise
             of
             histabernacle
             .
          
           
             31
             For
             by
             them
             he
             judgeth
             the
             people
             ,
             and
             giveth
             meat
             in
             abundance
             .
          
           
             32
             With
             clouds
             he
             covereth
             the
             light
             ,
             and
             commandeth
             it
             not
             to
             shine
             ,
             by
             the
             cloud
             that
             cometh
             betwi●t
             .
          
           
             33
             The
             voice
             thereof
             sheweth
             concerning
             it
             ,
             the
             cattel
             also
             concerning
             the
             vapour
             .
          
           
             1
             At
             this
             also
             my
             heart
             trembleth
             and
             is
             moved
             out
             of
             its
             place
             .
          
           
             2
             Hear
             attentively
             the
             noise
             of
             his
             voice
             ,
             and
             the
             sound
             that
             goeth
             out
             of
             his
             mouth
             .
          
           
             3
             He
             directeth
             it
             under
             the
             whole
             heaven
             ,
             and
             his
             lightning
             unto
             the
             ends
             of
             the
             earth
             .
          
           
             4
             After
             it
             a
             voice
             roareth
             ,
             he
             thundereth
             with
             the
             voice
             of
             his
             excellency
             ,
             and
             he
             will
             not
             stay
             them
             when
             his
             voice
             is
             heard
             .
          
           
             5.
             
             God
             thundereth
             marvellously
             with
             his
             voice
             ,
             great
             things
             doth
             he
             ,
             which
             we
             cannot
             comprehend
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             For
             he
             saith
             to
             the
             snow
             ,
             be
             the●
             on
             the
             earth
             ,
             likewise
             to
             the
             small
             ●●in
             ,
             and
             to
             the
             great
             ●ain
             of
             his
             strength
             .
          
           
             7.
             
             He
             sealeth
             up
             the
             hand
             of
             every
             man
             ;
             that
             all
             men
             may
             know
             his
             work
             .
          
           
             8
             Then
             the
             beasts
             go
             into
             dens
             ,
             and
             remain
             in
             their
             places
             .
          
           
             9
             Out
             of
             the
             south
             cometh
             the
             whirlewind
             ,
             and
             cold
             out
             of
             the
             north
             .
          
           
             10
             By
             the
             breath
             of
             God
             frost
             is
             given
             ,
             and
             the
             breadth
             of
             the
             waters
             is
             straitned
             .
          
           
             11
             Also
             by
             watering
             he
             wearieth
             the
             thick
             cloud
             :
             he
             seat
             tereth
             his
             bright
             cloud
             .
          
           
             12
             And
             it
             is
             turned
             round
             about
             by
             his
             counsels
             :
             that
             they
             may
             do
             what
             soever
             he
             commandeth
             them
             upon
             the
             face
             of
             the
             world
             in
             the
             earth
             .
          
           
             13
             He
             causeth
             it
             to
             come
             ,
             whether
             for
             correction
             ,
             or
             for
             his
             land
             ,
             or
             for
             mercy
             .
          
           
             14
             Hearken
             unto
             this
             ,
             o
             ●ob
             ,
             standfull
             ,
             &
             consider
             the
             wondrous
             works
             of
             God.
             
          
           
             15
             Dost
             thou
             know
             when
             God
             disposed
             them
             ,
             and
             caused
             the
             light
             of
             his
             cloud
             to
             shine
             ?
          
           
             16
             Dost
             thou
             know
             the
             b●ll●ncing
             of
             the
             clouds
             ,
             the
             wondrous
             works
             of
             him
             which
             is
             perfect
             in
             knowledge
             ?
          
           
             17
             How
             thy
             garments
             are
             warm
             ,
             when
             he
             quieteth
             the
             earth
             by
             the
             south-wind
             ?
          
           
             18
             Hast
             thou
             with
             him
             spread
             out
             the
             sky
             ,
             which
             is
             strong
             ,
             &
             as
             a
             molten
             looking
             glass
             ?
          
           
             19
             Teach
             ●s
             what
             we
             shall
             say
             unto
             him
             ;
             for
             we
             cannot
             order
             our
             speech
             ,
             by
             reason
             of
             darkness
             .
          
           
             20
             Shall
             ●
             betold
             him
             ,
             that
             I
             speak
             ?
             it
             a
             man
             speak
             ,
             surely
             he
             shall
             be
             swallowed
             up
             .
          
           
             21
             And
             now
             men
             see
             not
             the
             bright
             light
             ,
             which
             is
             in
             the
             clouds
             :
             but
             the
             wind
             passeth
             ,
             and
             clean
             set
             in
             them
             .
          
           
             22.
             
             Fair
             weather
             cometh
             out
             of
             the
             ●●●th
             ,
             with
             God
             is
             terrible
             majesty
             .
          
           
             23.
             
             Touching
             the
             Almighty
             ,
             we
             cannot
             find
             him
             out
             :
             he
             is
             excellent
             in
             power
             ,
             &
             in
             judgement
             ,
             and
             in
             plenty
             of
             justice
             ,
             he
             will
             not
             afflict
             .
          
           
             24.
             
             Men
             do
             therefore
             fear
             him
             ,
             he
             respecteth
             not
             any
             that
             are
             wise
             of
             heart
             .
          
        
         
           Notes for div A33354-e242090
           
             1.
             
             Then
             the
             Lord
             answered
             Iob
             out
             of
             the
             whirlwind
             ,
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             2.
             
             Who
             is
             he
             that
             darkneth
             council
             ,
             by
             words
             without
             know
             ledge
             ?
          
           
             3.
             
             Gird
             up
             now
             thy
             loyns
             like
             a
             man
             ,
             for
             I
             will
             demand
             of
             thee
             ,
             and
             answer
             thou
             me
             .
          
           
             4.
             
             Where
             wast
             thou
             when
             I
             laid
             the
             foundations
             of
             the
             earth
             ?
             declare
             ,
             if
             thou
             hast
             understanding
             .
          
           
             5.
             
             Who
             hath
             laid
             the
             measures
             thereof
             ,
             if
             thou
             knowest
             ?
             or
             who
             hath
             stretched
             the
             line
             upon
             it
             ?
          
           
             6
             Whereupon
             are
             the
             foundations
             thereof
             fastned
             ?
             or
             who
             laid
             the
             corner-stone
             thereof
             ?
          
           
             7.
             
             When
             the
             morning
             stars
             sang
             together
             ,
             and
             all
             the
             sons
             of
             God
             shouted
             for
             joy
             .
          
           
             8.
             
             Or
             who
             shut
             up
             the
             sea
             with
             doors
             when
             it
             brake
             forth
             ,
             as
             if
             it
             had
             issued
             out
             of
             the
             womb
             ?
          
           
             9.
             
             When
             I
             made
             the
             cloud
             the
             garment
             thereof
             ;
             and
             thick
             darkness
             a
             swadling
             band
             to
             it
             .
          
           
             10.
             
             And
             brake
             up
             for
             it
             my
             decreed
             place
             ,
             and
             set
             bars
             and
             doors
             .
          
           
             11.
             
             And
             said
             ,
             hitherto
             shalt
             thou
             come
             ,
             but
             no
             further
             :
             and
             here
             shall
             thy
             proud
             waves
             be
             stayed
             .
          
           
             12.
             
             Hast
             thou
             commanded
             the
             morning
             since
             thy
             days
             ?
             &
             caused
             the
             day
             spring
             to
             know
             his
             place
             .
          
           
             13.
             
             That
             it
             might
             take
             hold
             of
             the
             ends
             of
             the
             earth
             ,
             that
             the
             wicked
             might
             be
             shaken
             out
             of
             it
             .
          
           
             14.
             
             It
             is
             turned
             as
             clay
             to
             the
             seal
             ,
             and
             they
             stand
             as
             a
             garment
             .
          
           
             15.
             
             And
             from
             the
             wicked
             ,
             their
             〈◊〉
             is
             withholden
             ,
             and
             the
             high
             aim
             shall
             be
             broken
             .
          
           
             16.
             
             Hast
             thou
             entred
             into
             the
             spring
             of
             the
             sea
             ,
             or
             hast
             thou
             walked
             in
             the
             search
             of
             the
             depth
             .
          
           
             17
             Have
             the
             gates
             of
             death
             been
             opened
             unto
             thee
             ?
             or
             hast
             thou
             seen
             the
             doors
             of
             the
             shadow
             of
             death
             ?
          
           
             18
             Hast
             thou
             perceived
             the
             breadth
             of
             the
             earth
             ?
             declare
             ,
             if
             thou
             knowest
             it
             all
             
          
           
             19
             Where
             is
             the
             way
             where
             light
             dwelleth
             ?
             and
             as
             for
             darkness
             .
             where
             is
             the
             place
             thereof
             ?
          
           
             20
             That
             thou
             shouldest
             take
             it
             to
             the
             bound
             thereof
             ,
             and
             that
             thou
             shouldest
             know
             the
             paths
             to
             the
             house
             thereof
             .
          
           
             21
             Knowest
             thou
             it
             ▪
             because
             thou
             wast
             then
             born
             ?
             or
             because
             the
             number
             of
             thy
             dayes
             is
             great
             ?
          
           
             22
             Hast
             thou
             entered
             into
             the
             treasures
             of
             the
             snow●
             ?
             or
             hast
             thou
             seen
             the
             treasures
             of
             the
             hail
             ?
          
           
             23
             Which
             I
             have
             reserved
             against
             the
             time
             of
             trouble
             ,
             against
             the
             day
             of
             battel
             and
             war
             ?
          
           
             24
             By
             what
             way
             is
             the
             light
             parted
             ,
             which
             scattereth
             the
             east
             wind
             upon
             the
             earth
             .
          
           
             25
             Who
             hath
             divided
             a
             water
             course
             for
             the
             overflowing
             of
             waters
             ,
             or
             a
             way
             for
             the
             lightning
             of
             thunder
             ?
          
           
             26
             To
             cause
             it
             to
             rain
             on
             the
             earth
             ,
             where
             no
             man
             is
             :
             on
             the
             wilderness
             ,
             wherein
             there
             is
             no
             man.
             
          
           
             27
             To
             satisfy
             the
             desolate
             ,
             and
             waste
             ground
             ,
             and
             to
             cause
             the
             bud
             of
             the
             tender
             herb
             to
             spring
             forth
             .
          
           
             28
             Hath
             the
             rain
             a
             father
             ?
             or
             who
             hath
             begotten
             the
             drops
             of
             dew
             ?
          
           
             29
             Out
             of
             whose
             womb
             came
             the
             ice
             ,
             and
             the
             hoary
             frost
             of
             heaven
             ?
             who
             hath
             gendered
             it
             ?
          
           
             30
             The
             waters
             are
             hid
             as
             with
             a
             stone
             ,
             and
             the
             face
             of
             the
             depth
             is
             frozen
             ,
          
           
             31.
             
             Canst
             thou
             bind
             the
             sweet
             influence
             of
             Pleiades
             ?
             or
             loose
             the
             bands
             of
             Orion
             ?
          
           
             32.
             
             Canst
             thou
             bring
             forth
             Mazzaroth
             in
             his
             season
             ,
             or
             canst
             thou
             guide
             Arcturus
             with
             his
             sons
             ?
          
           
             33.
             
             Know
             est
             thou
             the
             ordinances
             of
             heaven
             ?
             canst
             thou
             set
             the
             dominions
             thereof
             in
             the
             earth
             ?
          
           
             34.
             
             Canst
             thou
             lift
             up
             thy
             voice
             to
             the
             clouds
             ,
             that
             abundance
             of
             waters
             may
             cover
             thee
             .
          
           
             35.
             
             Canst
             thousend
             lightnings
             ,
             that
             they
             may
             go
             ,
             and
             say
             unto
             thee
             ,
             here
             we
             are
             ?
          
           
             36.
             
             Who
             hath
             put
             wisdom
             in
             the
             inward
             parts
             ?
             or
             who
             hath
             given
             understanding
             to
             the
             heart
             ?
          
           
             37.
             
             Who
             can
             number
             the
             clouds
             by
             wisdom
             ,
             or
             who
             can
             stay
             the
             bottles
             of
             heaven
             .
          
           
             38.
             
             When
             the
             dust
             groweth
             into
             hardness
             ,
             and
             the
             clods
             cleave
             fast
             together
             .
          
           
             39.
             
             Wilt
             thou
             hunt
             the
             prey
             for
             the
             lyon
             ?
             or
             fill
             the
             appetite
             of
             the
             young
             lyons
             ?
          
           
             40.
             
             When
             they
             eouch
             in
             their
             dens
             ,
             and
             abide
             in
             the
             covert
             to
             ly
             in
             wait
             .
          
           
             41.
             
             Who
             provideth
             for
             the
             raven
             his
             food
             ?
             when
             his
             young
             ones
             cry
             unto
             God
             ,
             they
             wander
             for
             lack
             of
             meat
             .
          
           
             1
             Knowest
             thou
             the
             time
             when
             the
             wild
             goats
             of
             the
             rock
             bring
             forth
             ?
             or
             canst
             thou
             mark
             when
             the
             hindes
             do
             calve
             ?
          
           
             2
             Canst
             thou
             number
             the
             moneths
             that
             they
             fulfil
             ?
             or
             know
             ,
             est
             thou
             the
             time
             when
             they
             bring
             forth
             ?
          
           
             3
             They
             bow
             themselves
             ,
             they
             bring
             forth
             their
             young
             ones
             ,
             they
             cast
             out
             their
             sorrows
             .
          
           
             4
             Their
             young
             ones
             are
             in
             good
             liking
             ,
             they
             grow
             up
             with
             corn
             ,
             they
             go
             forth
             ,
             and
             return
             not
             unto
             them
             .
          
           
             5
             Who
             hath
             sent
             out
             the
             wild
             ass
             〈◊〉
             or
             who
             hath
             loosed
             the
             bonds
             of
             the
             wild
             ass
             ?
          
           
             6
             Whose
             house
             I
             have
             made
             in
             the
             wilderness
             ,
             and
             the
             barren
             land
             his
             dwelling
             .
          
           
             7
             He
             scorneth
             the
             multitude
             of
             the
             city
             .
             neither
             regardeth
             he
             the
             crying
             of
             the
             driver
             .
          
           
             8
             The
             range
             of
             the
             mountains
             is
             his
             pasture
             ,
             and
             he
             searcheth
             after
             every
             green
             thing
             .
          
           
             9
             Will
             the
             unicorn
             be
             willing
             to
             serve
             thee
             ,
             or
             abide
             by
             thy
             crib
             ?
          
           
             10
             Canst
             thou
             bind
             the
             unicorn
             with
             his
             band
             in
             the
             furrow
             ,
             or
             will
             he
             harrow
             the
             valleys
             after
             thee
             ?
          
           
             11.
             
             Wilt
             thou
             trust
             him
             ,
             because
             his
             strength
             is
             great
             ?
             or
             wilt
             thou
             leave
             thy
             labours
             to
             him
             ?
          
           
             12.
             
             Wilt
             thou
             believe
             him
             ,
             that
             he
             will
             bring
             home
             thy
             seed
             ,
             and
             gather
             it
             into
             thy
             barn
             ?
          
           
             13.
             
             Gavest
             thou
             the
             goodly
             wings
             to
             the
             Peacock
             ?
             or
             wings
             and
             feathers
             unto
             the
             Estrich
             ?
          
           
             14.
             
             Who
             leaveth
             her
             eggs
             in
             the
             earth
             ,
             and
             warmeth
             them
             in
             the
             dust
             .
          
           
             15.
             
             And
             forgetteth
             that
             the
             foot
             may
             crush
             them
             ,
             or
             that
             the
             wild
             beast
             may
             break
             them
             .
          
           
             16.
             
             She
             is
             hardned
             against
             her
             young
             ones
             ,
             as
             if
             they
             were
             not
             hers
             ,
             her
             labour
             is
             in
             vain
             ,
             without
             fear
             .
          
           
             17.
             
             Because
             God
             hath
             deprived
             her
             of
             wisdom
             ,
             neither
             hath
             he
             im●arted
             to
             her
             understanding
             .
          
           
             18.
             
             What
             time
             she
             lifeth
             up
             her self
             on
             ●ugn
             ,
             she
             scorneth
             the
             horse
             ,
             and
             his
             ●lder
             .
          
           
             19
             Hast
             thou
             given
             the
             horse
             strength
             ?
             hast
             thou
             cloathed
             his
             neck
             with
             thunder
             ?
          
           
             20
             Canst
             thou
             make
             him
             afraid
             as
             a
             grashopper
             ?
             the
             glory
             of
             his
             nostrils
             is
             terrible
             .
          
           
             21
             He
             paweth
             in
             the
             valley
             ,
             and
             rejoīceth
             in
             his
             strength
             :
             he
             goeth
             on
             to
             meet
             the
             armed
             man
             ▪
             
          
           
             22
             He
             mocketh
             at
             fear
             ,
             and
             is
             not
             affrighted
             ,
             neither
             turneth
             he
             back
             from
             the
             sword
             .
          
           
             23
             The
             quiver
             ratleth
             against
             him
             ,
             the
             glittering
             spear
             ,
             and
             the
             shield
             .
          
           
             24
             He
             swalloweth
             the
             ground
             ,
             with
             fierceness
             and
             rage
             ,
             neither
             believeth
             he
             that
             it
             is
             the
             sound
             of
             a
             trumpet
             .
          
           
             25
             He
             saith
             among
             the
             trumpets
             ,
             ha
             ,
             ha●
             and
             he
             smelleth
             the
             battel
             afar
             off
             ;
             the
             thunder
             of
             the
             captains
             ,
             and
             the
             shouting
             .
          
           
             26.
             
             Doth
             the
             hawk
             fly
             by
             thy
             wisdom
             ,
             &
             stretch
             her
             wings
             toward
             the
             south
             ?
          
           
             27.
             
             Doth
             the
             Eagle
             mount
             up
             at
             thy
             command
             ,
             and
             make
             her
             nest
             on
             high
             ?
          
           
             28.
             
             She
             dwelleth
             ,
             and
             abideth
             on
             the
             rock
             ,
             upon
             the
             craig
             of
             the
             rock
             ,
             and
             the
             strong
             place
             .
          
           
             29.
             
             From
             thence
             she
             seeketh
             her
             prey
             ,
             and
             her
             eyes
             behold
             a
             far
             off
             .
          
           
             30.
             
             Her
             young
             ones
             also
             suck
             up
             blood
             ,
             and
             where
             the
             slain
             is
             ,
             there
             is
             she
             .
          
           
             1.
             
             Moreover
             the
             Lord
             answered
             Iob
             ,
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             2.
             
             Shall
             he
             that
             contendeth
             with
             the
             Al
             ▪
             mighty
             ,
             ●nstruct
             him
             ?
             he
             that
             reproveth
             God
             ,
             let
             him
             answer
             it
             .
          
           
             3.
             
             Then
             Iob
             answered
             the
             Lord
             ,
             &
             said
             .
          
           
             4.
             
             Behold
             I
             am
             vile
             ,
             what
             shall
             I
             answer
             thee
             ?
             I
             will
             lay
             my
             hand
             upon
             my
             mouth
             .
          
           
             5.
             
             Once
             I
             have
             spoken
             ,
             but
             I
             will
             not
             answer
             ;
             yea
             ,
             twice
             ,
             but
             I
             will
             proceed
             no
             further
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             Then
             answered
             the
             Lord
             unto
             Iob
             out
             of
             the
             whirlwind
             ,
             and
             said
             .
          
           
             7.
             
             God
             up
             thy
             loyns
             now
             like
             a
             man
             :
             I
             will
             demand
             of
             thee
             ,
             and
             declare
             thou
             unto
             me
             .
          
           
             8.
             
             Wilt
             thou
             also
             disanul
             my
             judgment
             ?
             wilt
             thou
             condemn
             me
             that
             thou
             mayest
             be
             righteous
             ?
          
           
             9.
             
             Hast
             thou
             an
             arm
             like
             God
             ?
             or
             canst
             thou
             thunder
             with
             a
             voice
             like
             him
             ?
          
           
             10.
             
             Deck
             thy self
             now
             with
             majesty
             and
             excellency
             ,
             and
             aray
             thy self
             with
             glory
             and
             beauty
             .
          
           
             11.
             
             Cast
             abroad
             the
             rage
             of
             thy
             wrath
             ,
             and
             behold
             every
             one
             that
             is
             proud
             ,
             and
             abase
             him
             .
          
           
             12.
             
             Look
             on
             every
             one
             that
             is
             proud
             ,
             and
             bring
             him
             low
             ,
             and
             tread
             down
             the
             wicked
             in
             their
             place
             
          
           
             13.
             
             Hide
             them
             in
             the
             dust
             ,
             and
             bind
             their
             faces
             in
             secret
             ?
          
           
             14.
             
             Then
             will
             I
             confess
             unto
             thee
             that
             thine
             own
             right
             hand
             can
             save
             thee
             .
          
           
             15.
             
             Behold
             now
             Behemoth
             which
             I
             made
             with
             thee
             ,
             he
             eateth
             grass
             as
             an
             ox
             .
          
           
             16.
             
             Lo
             now
             ,
             his
             strength
             is
             in
             his
             loyns
             ,
             and
             his
             force
             is
             in
             the
             navel
             of
             his
             belly
             .
          
           
             17.
             
             He
             moveth
             his
             tail
             like
             a
             cedar
             ,
             the
             sinews
             of
             his
             stones
             are
             wrapped
             together
             .
          
           
             18.
             
             His
             bones
             are
             as
             strong
             pieces
             of
             brass
             ,
             his
             bones
             are
             like
             bars
             of
             iron
             .
          
           
             19.
             
             He
             is
             the
             chief
             of
             the
             ways
             of
             God
             ,
             he
             that
             made
             him
             ,
             can
             make
             his
             sword
             approach
             unto
             him
             .
          
           
             20.
             
             Surely
             the
             mountains
             bring
             him
             forth
             food
             :
             where
             all
             the
             beasts
             of
             the
             field
             play
             .
          
           
             21
             He
             lyeth
             under
             the
             shady
             trees
             ,
             in
             the
             covert
             of
             reeds
             ,
             and
             fens
             ,
          
           
             22
             The
             shady
             trees
             cover
             him
             with
             their
             shadow
             :
             the
             willows
             of
             the
             brook
             compass
             him
             about
             .
          
           
             23
             Behold
             ,
             he
             drinketh
             up
             a
             river
             ,
             and
             hasteth
             not
             :
             he
             trusteth
             that
             he
             can
             draw
             up
             Iordan
             into
             his
             mouth
             .
          
           
             ●4
             He
             taketh
             it
             〈…〉
             ▪
             his
             〈…〉
             through
             〈◊〉
             .
          
           
             ●●
             Canst
             thou
             draw
             out
             Leviathan
             with
             a
             hook
             ?
             or
             his
             tongue
             with
             a
             cord
             ▪
             which
             thou
             lettest
             down
             ?
          
           
             2.
             
             Canst
             thou
             put
             a
             hook
             into
             his
             nose
             ?
             or
             bore
             his
             jaw
             through
             with
             a
             thorn
             ?
          
           
             3.
             
             Will
             he
             make
             many
             supplications
             unto
             thee
             ,
             will
             he
             speak
             soft
             words
             unto
             thee
             ?
          
           
             4.
             
             Will
             he
             make
             a
             covenant
             with
             thee
             ?
             wilt
             thou
             take
             him
             for
             a
             servant
             for
             ever
             ?
          
           
             5.
             
             Wilt
             thou
             play
             with
             him
             ,
             as
             with
             a
             bird
             ?
             wilt
             thou
             bind
             him
             forthy
             maidens
             ?
          
           
             6.
             
             Shall
             thy
             companions
             make
             a
             banquetof
             him
             ?
             shall
             they
             part
             him
             among
             the
             merchants
             ?
          
           
             7.
             
             Canst
             thou
             fill
             his
             skin
             with
             barbed
             irons
             ?
             or
             his
             head
             with
             fish
             spears
             ?
          
           
             8.
             
             Lay
             thine
             hand
             upon
             him
             ,
             remember
             the
             battel
             ,
             and
             do
             no
             ▪
             more
             .
          
           
             9.
             
             Behold
             the
             hope
             of
             him
             is
             in
             vain
             ,
             shal
             not
             one
             be
             cast
             down
             even
             at
             sight
             of
             him
             ?
          
           
             10.
             
             None
             is
             so
             fierce
             ,
             as
             dare
             stir
             him
             up
             :
             who
             is
             then
             able
             to
             stand
             before
             me
             ?
          
           
             11.
             
             Who
             hath
             prevented
             me
             ,
             that
             I
             should
             repay
             him
             ?
             whatsoever
             is
             under
             the
             whole
             heaven
             is
             mine
             .
          
           
             12.
             
             I
             will
             not
             conceal
             his
             parts
             ,
             nor
             his
             power
             ,
             nor
             his
             comely
             proportion
             .
          
           
             13.
             
             Who
             can
             discover
             the
             face
             of
             his
             garment
             ?
             or
             who
             can
             come
             to
             him
             ,
             with
             his
             double
             bridle
             ?
          
           
             14
             Who
             can
             open
             the
             doors
             of
             his
             face
             ?
             his
             teeth
             are
             terrible
             round
             about
             him
             ,
          
           
             15.
             
             His
             scales
             are
             his
             pride
             ,
             shut
             up
             together
             ,
             as
             with
             a
             close
             seal
             ,
          
           
             16.
             
             One
             is
             so
             near
             to
             another
             ,
             that
             no
             air
             can
             come
             between
             them
             .
          
           
             17
             They
             are
             joyned
             one
             to
             another
             ;
             they
             stick
             together
             ,
             that
             they
             cannot
             be
             sundered
             .
          
           
             18
             By
             his
             neezings
             a
             light
             doth
             shine
             ,
             &
             his
             eyes
             are
             like
             the
             eye-lids
             of
             the
             morning
             .
          
           
             19
             Out
             of
             his
             mouth
             go
             burning
             lamps
             ,
             and
             sparks
             of
             fire
             fly
             out
             .
          
           
             20
             Out
             of
             his
             nostrils
             goeth
             smoak
             ,
             as
             out
             of
             a
             seething
             pot
             ,
             or
             caldron
             .
          
           
             21
             His
             breath
             kindleth
             coals
             ,
             &
             a
             flame
             goeth
             out
             of
             his
             mouth
             .
          
           
             22
             In
             his
             neck
             remaineth
             strength
             ,
             &
             sorrow
             is
             turned
             to
             joy
             before
             him
             .
          
           
             23
             The
             flakes
             of
             his
             flesh
             are
             joyned
             together
             ,
             they
             are
             firm
             in
             themselves
             ,
             they
             cannot
             be
             moved
             .
          
           
             24
             His
             heart
             is
             as
             firm
             as
             a
             stone
             ,
             yea
             ,
             as
             hard
             as
             a
             piece
             of
             ,
             the
             nether
             milstone
             .
          
           
             25
             When
             he
             raiseth
             up
             himself
             ,
             the
             mighty
             are
             afraid
             ,
             by
             reason
             of
             breakings
             ,
             they
             purify
             themselves
             .
          
           
             26
             The
             sword
             of
             him
             that
             layeth
             at
             him
             ,
             cannot
             hold
             ,
             the
             spear
             ,
             the
             dart
             ,
             nor
             the
             habergeon
             .
          
           
             27
             He
             esteemeth
             iron
             as
             straw
             ,
             &
             brass
             as
             rotten
             wood
             .
          
           
             28
             The
             arrow
             cannot
             make
             him
             flye
             :
             sling-stones
             are
             turned
             with
             him
             into
             stubble
             .
          
           
             29
             Darts
             are
             counted
             as
             stubble
             ,
             he
             laugheth
             at
             the
             shaking
             of
             a
             spear
             .
          
           
             30
             Sharp
             stones
             are
             under
             him
             ,
             he
             spreadeth
             sharp
             pointed
             things
             upon
             the
             mire
             .
          
           
             31
             He
             maketh
             the
             deep
             to
             boil
             like
             a
             pot
             ,
             he
             maketh
             the
             sea
             like
             a
             pot
             of
             ointment
             .
          
           
             32
             He
             maketh
             a
             path
             to
             shine
             after
             him
             ,
             one
             would
             think
             the
             deep
             to
             be
             a
             hoary
             head
             .
          
           
             33
             Ugon
             earth
             there
             is
             not
             his
             like
             ,
             who
             is
             made
             without
             fear
             .
          
           
             34.
             
             He
             beholdeth
             all
             high
             things
             ,
             he
             is
             a
             king
             over
             all
             the
             children
             of
             pride
             .
          
           
             1.
             
             Then
             Iob
             answered
             the
             Lord
             ,
             and
             said
             ,
          
           
             2.
             
             I
             know
             that
             thou
             canst
             do
             every
             thing
             ,
             and
             that
             no
             thought
             can
             be
             witholden
             from
             thee
             .
          
           
             3.
             
             Who
             is
             he
             that
             hideth
             counsel
             without
             knowledge
             ?
             therefore
             have
             I
             uttered
             that
             I
             understood
             not
             things
             too
             wonderful
             for
             me
             ,
             which
             I
             knew
             not
             .
          
           
             4.
             
             Hear
             ,
             I
             beseech
             thee
             .
             and
             I
             ●ill
             speak
             :
             I
             will
             demand
             of
             t●●●
             ,
             and
             declare
             thou
             unto
             me
             .
          
           
             5.
             
             I
             have
             heard
             of
             thee
             by
             the
             hearing
             of
             the
             ear
             ,
             but
             now
             mine
             eye
             seeth
             thee
             .
          
           
             6.
             
             Wherefore
             I
             abhore
             myself
             ,
             and
             repent
             in
             dust
             and
             ashes
             .
          
           
             7
             And
             it
             was
             so
             ,
             that
             after
             the
             Lord
             had
             spoken
             these
             words
             unto
             Iob
             ,
             the
             Lord
             said
             to
             Eliphaz
             the
             Temanite
             ,
             My
             wrath
             is
             kindled
             against
             thee
             ,
             &
             against
             thy
             two
             friends
             :
             for
             ye
             have
             not
             spoken
             of
             me
             the
             thing
             that
             is
             right
             ,
             as
             ●y
             servant
             Iob
             hath
             .
          
           
             8.
             
             Therefore
             take
             unto
             you
             now
             seven
             bullocks
             ,
             and
             seven
             rams
             ,
             and
             go
             to
             my
             servant
             Iob
             ,
             and
             offer
             up
             for
             your selves
             a
             bu●n-offering
             ,
             and
             my
             servant
             Iob
             shall
             pray
             for
             you
             ;
             for
             him
             I
             will
             accept
             ,
             lest
             I
             deal
             with
             you
             after
             your
             folly
             ,
             in
             that
             ye
             have
             not
             spoken
             of
             me
             the
             things
             which
             are
             right
             ,
             like
             my
             servant
             Iob.
             
          
           
             9.
             
             So
             Eliphaz
             the
             Temanite
             ,
             Bildad
             the
             Shuhite
             ,
             and
             Zophar
             the
             Naamathite
             went
             and
             ●●d
             according
             as
             the
             ●ord
             had
             comma●ded
             them
             :
             the
             Lord
             also
             accepted
             Iob.
             
          
           
             10.
             
             And
             the
             Lord
             turned
             the
             captivity
             of
             Iob
             ,
             when
             he
             prayed
             for
             his
             friends
             ,
             also
             the
             Lord
             gave
             Iob
             twice
             as
             much
             as
             he
             had
             before
             .
          
           
             11.
             
             Then
             came
             there
             unto
             him
             ,
             all
             his
             brethren
             ,
             and
             all
             his
             sisters
             ,
             and
             all
             they
             that
             had
             been
             of
             his
             acquaintance
             before
             ,
             and
             did
             eat
             bread
             with
             him
             in
             his
             house
             ,
             and
             they
             bemoaned
             him
             ,
             and
             com●orted
             him
             over
             all
             the
             evil
             that
             the
             Lord
             had
             broght
             upon
             him
             ▪
             every
             man
             gave
             him
             a
             piece
             of
             money
             ,
             and
             every
             one
             an
             ear-ring
             of
             gold
             .
          
           
             12.
             
             So
             the
             Lord
             blessed
             the
             latter
             end
             of
             Io●
             more
             then
             his
             beginning
             :
             for
             he
             had
             14000
             sheep
             ,
             and
             6000
             camels
             ,
             and
             1000
             y●ke
             of
             oxen
             .
             and
             1000
             she
             asses
             .
          
           
             13.
             
             He
             had
             also
             seven
             sons
             ,
             and
             three
             daughters
             .
          
           
             14.
             
             And
             he
             called
             the
             name
             of
             the
             first
             ,
             ●emima
             and
             the
             name
             of
             the
             second
             ,
             Kezia
             ,
             and
             the
             name
             of
             the
             third
             ,
             Keren-happuch
             .
          
           
             15.
             
             And
             in
             all
             the
             land
             were
             no
             ●●men
             ●ound
             ●o
             〈◊〉
             as
             the
             daughters
             of
             ●ob
             ▪
             &
             their
             father
             gave
             them
             inheritance
             among
             their
             brethren
             .
          
           
             16.
             
             After
             this
             lived
             Iob
             an
             hundred
             and
             fourty
             years
             ,
             and
             saw
             his
             sons
             ,
             and
             his
             sons
             sons
             ,
             even
             four
             generations
             .
          
           
             17.
             
             So
             Iob
             died
             ,
             being
             old
             ,
             and
             full
             of
             days
             .