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The air all still, the lofty winds quight calm,
eye still saw what either brother did, How just art thou and full of mercies sweet, The eyes of all are cast downe at thy feet; The greatest men and monarchs of the earth, The first born seed, and noblest in their birth, The proud commanders in their formal coates, The homebred sheep thou dost deceive from
Goates: The eldest brother youngest in thy sight, Are both alike, so that their hearts be right, No outward form can make thee partialize, Thou lookst upon the inward sacrifice, Beholding Habels willing grateful gift, Which thou art pleas'd up to the clouds to lift ; When Cain (false hearted) tho’ he was first borne, Him thou forsakst, leaving his gift forlorne,
73. ( woful, fearful, is the dangerous state, Of every man so over charged with hate, Whom God by this cannot to good convert, But gives quight over to a stoney heart, Apostacy making a man to quake, God, Father, friends all utterly forsake: Prince, country, Kingdome, all the Land in hope, To run perhaps unto the Turke or Pope,
In discontent, for conscience, gaine or peife,
74. Some to their shame have had small cause to
boast, Of this foul sin against the Holy Ghost, Accurst and damn’d of all that ever fell, But few I know, but quick went down to hell, Amongst the Devils in everlasting paines, Loaden with Bolts of heavy burning chaines; Whilst those return'd like to a Dog that gurnes, That back againe unto his vomit turns Or beastly sow bemir'd in durty tilth, Clear water shuns to scoure away her filth, But it, a ditch with sor a unsavoury boar, She layes her down far worse than ere before.
75. How can we think or well conceive in heart, That those which once do from their country part, And shall forget the grounds wherein at first, With Pastors pure they were traind up and nurst, That do renounce their faith and every thing, Their oath allegiance to the State and King, And in this sinne without repentance fall ? How of that man can there be hope at all, When as his case what shew so ere he gaine, Is but the same with cursed envious Cain.
76. I must confesse Repentance is a worke, Of Gods great love, which cannot lie and lurke, Within the heart, but that it forth must shine, Like to a Light upon a Hill divine, Kindled by faith, a conscience clean and pure, That cannot once her former ways indure, But by good works doth blaze the same abroad, Without all guile, hipocracy or fraud Full of true love, avoiding babbling suites A tree thats good is ever known by th’ fruits.
77. But yet for him that from the Church is sold, And in his heart is neither hot nor cold, With God and Mammon can with both indent Whose mind on mischief is full set and bent
That what he cap into his hands doth get,
up as well as ever man could be
Conveying soul and body by the same
sprung: The hateful deeds which some have pact together, Under religion, may be brought all hither : The secret actions infinite that lurke, Which in mans heart and gall together worke: The poisonings, murders, every cursed rape, For whom this Earth doth yawne her mouth and
gape, Seeking to swallow, in her lawes devowre, Within the midst of her dark wombe to poure
ace be guest :
The actors damn’d under oblivions night,
my dear muse should thus by fiends be crost, From heaven of late within the deepe be lost. Hells ugliest monster to unmaske, and lay All open thus, falling within my way, That little taste to every palate yields. And all this while Caine wanders in the fields. With passions working in his hateful breast, Sad, discontent, may in his Revenge all bloody with a poisoned dart, Starts
from hell, enters with his Hart. Base cursed Fury hacht by Envy first, Apostacie this damned hell hound nurst: The masked traine that all her life befriend her, Are guilt, Deceit, and Falsehood to attend her.
82. This monster, Caine close in his breast did hide, With all the rest of that damn'd rout beside: And home returns as if he had forgot, The discontent of lii discovered blot: The blurre late made in his religious cote, As out of minde he seemes not now to note, But full of forme and outward complement, As if his mind was all to goodnesse bent; With much respect unto his father first, And duty shewd to her his body nurst: Upon his brother (fawningly) he lookes, And learns him then to make the shepards hookes, To catch a sheepe running with all her speed, And he again helps him his land to weed. Thus Caine continues for a certaine space, Before his fathers and his mothers face, In outward guise, formality and speech, As if his heart had had no further reach: