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Rapt up a life within a flaming cart,
162. The other damsel which my pen doth lim, The sweetest last and loveliest Churubim, That time himself upon the left hand set, And which my Muse can never well forget, If that we read the holy sacred booke How near her person (all divine) doth looke. To that Desciple which the rest survived In Pathmos Isle into the heavens arriv’d: Ravisht in spirit on a sacred day, Within a coffin did his body lay, And round about a light there shined bright, The Coffin caught quite out of all their sight. The lesson still that he did ever preach, Both in his life, and by example teach, In all his workes like to the turtle Dove, Throughout his bookes was little else but love.
163. That Cherubin which stood before the face Of sacred Justice in that reverent place: Like to an infant that his nurse doth weane, Whose face is smiling, fingers ends are cleane. All full of truth, not knowing how to faine, Dissemble falsly all the world to gaine. How well I may compare her settled look To Gods eternal ever blessed booke.
164. These Cherubins all-glorious to behold, Surpassing farre the purest burnisht gold : The radiant splendor of whose sacred rays, Resemble those adorn'd within our days, Justice divine, much like to God himself That scorneth bribing and all ill got pelfe, And shewes by judgements feareful past
examples, How all the world under his feete he tramples.
165. Mercy again much like to Christ his Son, That hath the crowne of glory for us won, And from the heavens descended to the Earth, To make us happy in his welcome birth, Whose panting soul had never minutes rest, Suffring those torments not to be exprest, Surpassing farre the greatest learned wits, To see how he at Gods right hand now sits, Triumphing over sin, world, death and hell, In joyes eternall which no tongue can tell Thrice ever blessed be his glorious name, It was his mercy made him do the same.
166. Then Charity much like the God of love, I mean no Cupids which to folly move, But that great spirit ere the world was made, Upon the waters through the deep did wade, By whom the vergin happily conceived, To bring forth him that Justice wrath appeased, When afterwards by Jordans silver sides, From Lebanon to Sodoms lake that glides, Along the plaines where Jesus was baptized The holy Ghost in shape of dove disguised Heavens windows ope, thus speaketh in their sight, This is my Son in whom I take delight. When all was finisht, and to heaven Christ went, Then downe came he to give us all content: As Justice, Mercy, both with Love are linck't So God is one, the Persons three distinckt.
167. These altogether as the heavens decree'd, The tree of Life protect from Adams seede,
The world itself with wonderment fill,
sturd: Reveal'd the same wrapt in thy holy word, Of Paradise the sacred curtaine drawne, The Sabaoth shew'd, on no man's vice doth fawne, Of all the world hath sung the first beginning, Told Adams faults and Eves offensive sinning, Their seede defac't in breaking of thy lawes, And heere I'll stay, and sit me downe and pause.
THE END OF THE FIRST AGE.
GLASSE OF TIME,
IN THE SECOND AGE.
BY THOMAS PEYTON, OF LINCOLNES INNE, GENT.
Seene and Allowed.
LONDON: Printed by BERNARD ALSOP, for LAWRENCE