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GLASSE OF TIME
IN THE FIRST AGE.
The author first, doth Gods assistance crave,
1. SINCE true examples in Gods holy Booke, Are found of those that in it love to looke, Of men whose Image, portraiture and soule, Have beene transform’d to monstrous shapes and
soule According as their lives have pleasing beene, To him whose sight their secret thoughts hath
Of men to birds, and then again to beasts,
sprung, With Hydra-heads, and Janus double face, To fawn before, then wound to our disgrace : Hath made my muse unwilling heere to sing, As loath herself upon the stage to bring To each mans view, and her owne painefull toyle, But that the sight may many vices spoyle.
4. When Sin we see unmasked brought to light, And damn’d offences naked to our sight : Like Jezabel that did the clouds aspire, In rusling silkes and glorious brave attire, Under a holy outward forme and rite, Gods chosen flock are fleec't and murthered quite, But once unmask’t, the minions of her court Hurle her i'th durt, push out her braines in sport: And as a foul mishapen painted monster, Conceit of her as all the world doth conster : Then is she seene disrobed, disrank’t of all, The map of foily in her sudden fall,
Her cup with poison, damned Envy fills,
mend, That to thy glory I this worke may end.
6. Then shall the world with admiration see, Her fall unmask’t to all eternitie; The famous actions heretofore lay dead Shall then be rouzed out from oblivions bed. And all the noblest kingdoms ever known, Will be reviv'd, within my verse be shown, Their manners, customs, nature and their state, Their end, beginning, fortune and their fate, From Adam first throughout in every age, Shall heere be mustered on this publick stage, In Rural robes to give to Earth content, How heretofore the ages past were spent.
7. O that my muse might once but rest in peace, Then would she sing divinely, never cease, But worke out Truth within her holy Rimes, Gliding along descending to our times, And dear Urania Soveraigne of my verse, Should heere the glory of this world rehearse,
Unfolding still to Gods immortall glory,
, He quite cashier'd, and cast him down to Hell: Where being bound eternally in chains, They feel the torments of ten thousand pains, Far more than can expressed be in ink, And all the world, and sinfull man can think.
9. Adam what made thee, wilfully at first, To leave thy offspring, to this day accurst; So wicked foul, and overgrown with sinne; And in thy person all of it beginne? That hadst thou stood in innocence fram’d, Death, Sin, and Hell, the world and all thou hadst
tamed. Then hadst thou been a Monarch from thy birth; Gods only darling both in Heaven and Earth : . The world and all at thy command to bend, And all Heavens creatures on thee t'attend. The sweetest life that ever man could live; What couldst thou ask but God to thee did give? Protected kept thee like a faithful warden, As thy companion in that pleasant garden No canker'd malice once thy heart did move : Free will thou hadşt endude from him above: What couldst thou wish, all worlds content and
more? The best Divine that ere the Earth yet bore, Gods only sonne, the Prince of Peace except, For thy sad fall how oft mine eyes have wept.