IDENTILIN$$ F15800B| 1635 (%1MH%2)|pp. 301-327\pjt\mf\11-11-97\DRD Sept/Dec 06/Jan 07\c:mvf\4-10-07\c:mvf\7-2-07\p&c:DML\5-7-14 158.00B.HE1 THE PROGRESSE OF THE SOVLE. 158.00B.HE2 %1First Song.%2 158.00B.HE3om 158.00B.HE4om 158.00B.HE5om 158.00B.001 %XI./I%+ Sing the progresse of a deathless /soule, 158.00B.002 Whom Fate, which God made, but /doth not controule, 158.00B.003 Plac'd in most shapes; all times before /the law 158.00B.004 Yoak'd us, and when, and since, in this I sing. 158.00B.005 And the great world t'his aged evening, 158.00B.006 From infant morne, through manly noone I draw. 158.00B.007 What the cold Chaldee, or silver Persian saw, 158.00B.008 Greeke brasse, or Roman iron, 'is in this one; 158.00B.009 A worke to'outweare %1Seths%2 pillars, brick and stone, 158.00B.010 And (holy writt excepted) made to yeeld to none. [CW:II.] 158.00B.011 %XII./T%+Hee, eye of heaven, this great Soule envies not, [p.302] 158.00B.012 By thy male force, is all we have, begot. 158.00B.013 In the first east, thou now beginst to shine, 158.00B.014 Suck'st early balme, and Iland spices there, 158.00B.015 And wilt anon in thy loose-rein'd careere 158.00B.016 At Tagus, Po, Sene, Thames, and Danow dine, 158.00B.017 And see at night thy Westerne land of Mine, 158.00B.018 Yet hast thou not more Nations seene than she, 158.00B.019 That before thee one day began to be, 158.00B.020 And thy fraile light being quench'd, shall long, long \(out live thee. 158.00B.021 %XIII./N%+Or holy %1Ianus%2 in whose soveraigne boate 158.00B.022 The Church, and all the Monarchies did floate; 158.00B.023 That swimming Colledge, and free Hospitall 158.00B.024 Of all mankinde, that Cage and vivarie 158.00B.025 Of fowles, and beasts, in whose wombe, Destiny 158.00B.026 Vs, and our latest nephewes did install 158.00B.027 (From thence are all deriv'd, that fill this All) 158.00B.028 Didst thou in that great stewardship embarke 158.00B.029 So diverse shapes into that floating parke, 158.00B.030 As have been moved, and inform'd by this heavenly \(sparke. [CW:IV.] 158.00B.031 %XIV./G%+Reat Destiny the Commissary of God, [p.303] 158.00B.032 That hast mark'd out a path and period 158.00B.033 For every thing, who, where we of-spring tooke, 158.00B.034 Our wayes and ends seest at one instant. Thou 158.00B.035 Knot of all causes, thou whose changelesse brow 158.00B.036 Ne'r smiles nor frownes, o%C vouchsafe thou to looke 158.00B.037 And shew my story, in thy eternall booke. 158.00B.038 That (if my prayer be fit) I may understand 158.00B.039 So much my selfe, as to know with what hand, 158.00B.040 How scant, or liberall this my lifes race is spand. 158.00B.041 %XV./T%+O my sixe lusters almost now outwore, 158.00B.042 Except thy booke owe mee so many more, 158.00B.043 Except my legend be free from the letts 158.00B.044 Of steepe ambition, sleepie povertie, 158.00B.045 Spirit-quenching sicknesse, dull captivitie, 158.00B.046 Distracting businesse, and from beauties nets, 158.00B.047 And all that cals from this, and t'others whets, 158.00B.048 O let me not launch out, but let mee save 158.00B.049 Th'expence of braine and spirit; that my grave 158.00B.050 His right and due, a whole unwasted man may have. [CW:VI.] 158.00B.051 %XVI./B%+Vt if my dayes be long, and good enough, [p.304] 158.00B.052 In vaine this sea shall enlarge, or enrough 158.00B.053 It selfe; for I will through the wave, and fome, 158.00B.054 And hold in sad lone wayes, a lively spright 158.00B.055 Make my darke heavy Poe%Um light, and light. 158.00B.056 For though through many streights, & lands I roam, 158.00B.057 I launch at Paradise, and I saile towards home; 158.00B.058 The course I there began, shall here be staid, 158.00B.059 Sailes hoised there, stroke here, and Anchors laid 158.00B.060 In Thames, w%5ch%6 were at Tygris, & Euphrates waide. 158.00B.061 %XVII./F%+Or the great soule which here amongst us now 158.00B.062 Doth dwell, and moves that hand, and tongue, and /(brow, 158.00B.063 W%5ch%6 as the Moone the sea, moves us, to heare 158.00B.064 Whose story, with long patience you will long; 158.00B.065 (For 'tis the crowne, and last straine of my song) 158.00B.066 This soule to whome %1Luther%2, and %1Mahomet%2 were 158.00B.067 Prisons of flesh; this soule which oft did teare, 158.00B.068 And mend the wracks of th'Empire, and late Rome, 158.00B.069 And liv'd when every great change did come, 158.00B.070 Had first in Paradise, a low, but fatall roome. [CW:VIII.] 158.00B.071 %XVIII./Y%+Et no low roome, nor then the greatest, lesse, [p.305] 158.00B.072 If (as devout and sharpe men fitly guesse) 158.00B.073 That Crosse, our joy, and griefe, (where nailes did tie 158.00B.074 That All, which alwayes was all, every where, 158.00B.075 Which could not sinne, and yet all sinnes did beare; 158.00B.076 Which could not die, yet could not chuse but die;) 158.00B.077 Stood in the selfe-same roome in Calvarie, 158.00B.078 Where first grew the forbidden learned tree, 158.00B.079 For on that tree hung in securitie 158.00B.080 This soule made by the Makers will from pulling \(free. 158.00B.081 %XIX./P%+Rince of the Orchard, faire as dawning morne, 158.00B.082 Fenc'd with the law, and ripe as soone as borne 158.00B.083 That apple grew, which this soule did enlive 158.00B.084 Till the then climing serpent, that now creeps 158.00B.085 For that offence, for which all mankinde weepes, 158.00B.086 Tooke it, and t'her whom the first man did wive 158.00B.087 (Whom and her race, onely forbiddings drive) 158.00B.088 He gave it, she, t'her husband, both did eate; 158.00B.089 So perished the eaters, and the meate 158.00B.090 And we (for treason taints the blood) thence die and \(sweat. [CW:X.] 158.00B.091 %XX./M%+An all at once was there by woman slaine, [p.306] 158.00B.092 And one by one we'are here slaine o'r againe 158.00B.093 By them. The mother poysoned the well-head, 158.00B.094 The daughters here corrupt us, Rivolets, 158.00B.095 No smalness scapes, no greatnesse breaks their nets, 158.00B.096 She thrust us out, and by them we are led 158.00B.097 Astray, from turning, to whence we are fled. 158.00B.098 Were prisoners Iudges, t'would seeme rigorous, 158.00B.099 Shee sinn'd, we beare; part of our paine is, thus 158.00B.100 To love them, whose fault to this painful love yoak'd \(us. 158.00B.101 %XXI./S%+O fast in us doth this corruption grow, 158.00B.102 That now we dare aske why we should be so, 158.00B.103 Would God (disputes the curious Rebell) make 158.00B.104 A law, and would not have it kept? Or can 158.00B.105 His creatures will, crosse his? Of every man 158.00B.106 For one, will God (and be just,) vengeance take? 158.00B.107 Who sinn'd? `twas not forbidden to the Snake 158.00B.108 Nor her, who was not then made; nor is't writ 158.00B.109 That Adam cropt, or knew the Apple; yet 158.00B.110 The worme and she, and he, and we endure for it. [CW:XII.] 158.00B.111 %XXII./B%+Vt snatch mee heavenly Spirit, from this vaine [p.307] 158.00B.112 Reckoning their vanitie, lesse is their gaine 158.00B.113 Than hazard still, to meditate on ill, 158.00B.114 Though with good minde, their reason's like those \(toyes 158.00B.115 Of glassie bubbles, which the gamesome boyes 158.00B.116 Stretch to so nice a thinnesse through a quill 158.00B.117 That they themselves break, and doe themselves spil, 158.00B.118 Arguing is heretiques game; and Exercise 158.00B.119 As wrastlers, perfects them; Not liberties 158.00B.120 Of speech, but silence; hands, not tongues, end \(heresies. 158.00B.121 %XXIII./I%+Vst in that instant when the serpents gripe 158.00B.122 Broke the sleight veines, and tender conduit pipe, 158.00B.123 Through which this soule fro%M the trees root did draw 158.00B.124 Life, and growth to this Apple, fled away 158.00B.125 This loose soule, old, one and another day. 158.00B.126 As lightning, which one scarce dares say, he saw, 158.00B.127 'Tis so soone gone, (and better proofe the law 158.00B.128 Of sense, than faith requires) swiftly she flew 158.00B.129 T'a darke and foggy Plot; Her, her fates threw 158.00B.130 There through th'earth-pores, & in a Pla%Mt hous'd her \(anew. [CW:XIV.] 158.00B.131 %XXIV./T%+He plant thus abled, to it selfe did force [p.308] 158.00B.132 A place, where no place was; by natures course 158.00B.133 As aire from water, water fleets away 158.00B.134 From thicker bodies, by this root throng'd so 158.00B.135 His spungie confines gave him place to grow, 158.00B.136 Iust as in our streets, when the people stay 158.00B.137 To see the Prince, and so fill up the way 158.00B.138 That weesels scarce could passe, whe%M she comes nere 158.00B.139 They throng and cleave up, and a passage cleare, 158.00B.140 As if for that time their round bodies flatned were. 158.00B.141 %XXV./H%+Is right arme he thrust out towards the East, 158.00B.142 Westward his left; th'ends did themselves digest 158.00B.143 Into ten lesser strings, these fingers were: 158.00B.144 And as a slumberer stretching on his bed; 158.00B.145 This way he this, and that way scattered 158.00B.146 His other legge, which feet with toes up beare; 158.00B.147 Grew on his middle part, the first day, haire, 158.00B.148 To show, that in loves businesse hee should still 158.00B.149 A dealer be, and be us'd well, or ill: 158.00B.150 His apples kindle; his leaves, force of conception kil. [CW:XVI.] 158.00B.151 %XXVI./A%+ Mouth, but dumbe, he hath; blinde eyes, deafe /(eares, [p.309] 158.00B.152 And to his shoulders dangle subtile hairs; 158.00B.153 A young %1Colossus%2 there he stands upright, 158.00B.154 And as that ground by him were conquered, 158.00B.155 A leafie garland weares he on his head 158.00B.156 Enchas'd with little fruits, so red and bright 158.00B.157 That for them you would call your Loves lips white, 158.00B.158 So, of a lone unhaunted place possest, 158.00B.159 Did this soules second Inne, built by the guest 158.00B.160 This living buried man, this quiet mandrake, rest. 158.00B.161 %XXVII./N%+O lustfull woman came this plant to grieve, 158.00B.162 But t'was because there was none yet but Eve: 158.00B.163 And she (with other purpose) kill'd it quite; 158.00B.164 Her sinne had now brought in infirmities, 158.00B.165 And so her cradled childe, the moist red eyes 158.00B.166 Had never shut, nor sleept since it saw light, 158.00B.167 Poppie she knew, she knew the mandrakes might; 158.00B.168 And tore up both, and so coold her childs blood; 158.00B.169 Vnvertuous weeds might long unvex'd have stood; 158.00B.170 But hee's short liv'd, that with his death can doe /(most good. [CW:XVIII.] 158.00B.171 %XXVIII./T%+O an unfetter'd souls quick nimble haste [p.310] 158.00B.172 Are falling starres, and hearts thoughts, but slow \(pac'd: 158.00B.173 Thinner than burnt aire flies this soule, and shee 158.00B.174 Whom foure new comming, and foure parting Suns 158.00B.175 Had found, and left the Mandrakes tenant, runnes 158.00B.176 Thoughtlesse of change, when her firme destiny 158.00B.177 Confin'd, and enjaild her, that seem'd so free, 158.00B.178 Into a small blew shell, the which a poore 158.00B.179 Warmebird ore spread, and sat still evermore, 158.00B.180 Till her inclos'd child kickt, and pick'd it self a \(dore. 158.00B.181 %XXIX./O%+Vtcrept a sparrow, this soules moving Inne, 158.00B.182 On whose raw armes stiffe feathers now begin, 158.00B.183 As childrens teeth through gummes, to breake with /(paine, 158.00B.184 His flesh is jelly yet, and his bones threds, 158.00B.185 All a new downy mantle overspreads, 158.00B.186 A mouth hee opes, which would as much containe 158.00B.187 As his late house, and the first houre speakes plaine, 158.00B.188 And chirps aloud for meate. Meat fit for men 158.00B.189 His father steales for him, and so feeds then 158.00B.190 One, that within a moneth, will beate him from his \(hen. [CW:XX.] 158.00B.191 %XXX./I%+N this worlds youth wise Nature did make hast, [p.311] 158.00B.192 Things ripened sooner, and did longer last; 158.00B.193 Already this hot cocke in bush and tree, 158.00B.194 In field and tent o'rflutters his next hen, 158.00B.195 He askes her not, who did so taste, nor when, 158.00B.196 Nor if his sister or his neece shee be, 158.00B.197 Nor doth she pule for his inconstancy 158.00B.198 If in her sight he change, nor doth refuse 158.00B.199 The next that cals; both liberty do use; 158.00B.200 Where store is of both kindes, both kindes may \(freely chuse. 158.00B.201 %XXXI./M%+En, till they tooke laws which made freedome \(lesse, 158.00B.202 Their daughters and their sisters did ingresse, 158.00B.203 Till now, unlawfull, therefore ill 'twas not 158.00B.204 So jolly, that it can move this soule. Is 158.00B.205 The body, so free of his kindnesses, 158.00B.206 That selfe preserving it hath now forgot, 158.00B.207 And slackneth so the soules, and bodies knot, 158.00B.208 Which te%Mperance streightens; freely on his she frie%Mds 158.00B.209 He blood, and spirit, pith, and marrow spends, 158.00B.210 Ill steward of himself, himselfe in three years ends. [CW:XXII.] 158.00B.211 %XXXII./E%+Lse might he long have liv'd; man did not know [p.312] 158.00B.212 Of gummy blood, which doth in holly grow 158.00B.213 How to make bird-lime, nor how to deceive 158.00B.214 With fain'd cals, his nets, or enwrapping snare 158.00B.215 The free inhabitants of the ply'ant ayre. 158.00B.216 Man to beget, and woman to conceive 158.00B.217 Askt not of roots, nor of cock-sparrowes, leave: 158.00B.218 Yet chuseth he, though none of these he feares, 158.00B.219 Pleasantly three, then streightned twenty yeares 158.00B.220 To live, and to encrease his race himself outwears. 158.00B.221 %XXXIII./T%+His cole with overblowing quench'd and dead, 158.00B.222 The soule from her too active organs fled 158.00B.223 T'a brooke; a female fishes sandie Roe 158.00B.224 With the males jelly, newly leav'ned was, 158.00B.225 For they had intertouch'd as they did passe, 158.00B.226 And one of those small bodies, fitted so, 158.00B.227 This soule inform'd, and abled it to rowe 158.00B.228 It selfe with finnie oares, which she did fit, 158.00B.229 Her scales seem'd yet of parchment, and as yet 158.00B.230 Perchance a fish, but by no name you could call it. [CW:XXIV.] 158.00B.231 %XXXIV./W%+Hen goodly, like a ship in her full trim, [p.313] 158.00B.232 A Swan, so white that you may unto him 158.00B.233 Compare all whitenesse, but himselfe to none, 158.00B.234 Glided along, and as he glided watch'd, 158.00B.235 And with his arched neck this poore fish catch'd: 158.00B.236 It mov'd with state, as if to looke upon 158.00B.237 Low things it scorn'd, and yet before that one 158.00B.238 Could thinke he sought it, he had swallowed cleare 158.00B.239 This, and much such, and unblam'd, devour'd there 158.00B.240 All, but who too swift, too great, or well armed were. 158.00B.241 %XXXV./N%+Ow swome a prison in a prison put, 158.00B.242 And now this Soule in double wals was shut, 158.00B.243 Till melted with the Swans digestive fire, 158.00B.244 She left her house the fish, and vapour'd forth; 158.00B.245 Fate not affording bodies of more worth 158.00B.246 For her as yet, bids her againe retire 158.00B.247 T'another fish, to any new desire 158.00B.248 Made a new prey; For, he that can to none 158.00B.249 Resistance make, nor complaint, sure is gone. 158.00B.250 Weaknesse invites, but silence feasts oppression. [CW:XXVI.] 158.00B.251 %XXXVI./P%+Ace with the native streame, this fish doth keep, [p.314] 158.00B.252 And journies with her, towards the glassie deepe, 158.00B.253 But oft retarded, once with a hidden net 158.00B.254 Though with great windowes, (for when need first \(taught 158.00B.255 These tricks to catch food, then they were not /(wrought 158.00B.256 As now, with curious greedinesse to let 158.00B.257 None scape, but few, and fit for use to get,) 158.00B.258 As, in this trap a ravenous Pike was tane, 158.00B.259 Who, though himselfe distrest, would faine have slain 158.00B.260 This wretch; So hardly are ill habits left againe. 158.00B.261 %XXXVII./H%+Ere by her smallnesse she two deaths o'rpast, 158.00B.262 Once innocence scap'd, & left the oppressor fast; 158.00B.263 The net through-swome, she keepes the liquid path, 158.00B.264 And whether she leape up sometimes to breath 158.00B.265 And sucke in ayre, or finde it underneath, 158.00B.266 Or working parts like mils, or limbecks hath 158.00B.267 To make the water thinne, and airelike faith 158.00B.268 Cares not, but safe the Place she's come unto 158.00B.269 Where fresh, with salt waves meet, and what to doe 158.00B.270 She knows not, but between both makes a boord /(or two. [CW:XXVIII.] 158.00B.271 %XXXVIII./S%+O farre from hiding her guests, water is, [p.315] 158.00B.272 That she showes them in bigger quantities 158.00B.273 Then they are. Thus her doubtfull of her way, 158.00B.274 For game and not for hunger a sea Pie 158.00B.275 Spied through this traiterous spectacle, from high, 158.00B.276 The seely fish where it disputing lay, 158.00B.277 And t'end her doubts and her, beares her away, 158.00B.278 Exalted she's, but to the exalters good, 158.00B.279 (As are by great ones, men which lowly stood.) 158.00B.280 It's rais'd, to be the Raisers instrument and food. 158.00B.281 %XXXIX./I%+S any kinde subject to rape like fish? 158.00B.282 Ill unto man they neither doe, nor wish, 158.00B.283 Fishers they kill not, nor with noise awake, 158.00B.284 They doe not hunt, nor strive to make a prey 158.00B.285 Of beasts, nor their young sonnes to beare away; 158.00B.286 Fowles they pursue not, nor doe undertake 158.00B.287 To spoyle the nests industrious birds doe make; 158.00B.288 Yet them all these unkinde kindes feed upon, 158.00B.289 To kill them is an occupation, 158.00B.290 And laws make Fasts, & Lents for their destruction. [CW:XXX.] 158.00B.291 %XXXX./A%+ Sudden stiffe land-winde in that selfe houre [p.316] 158.00B.292 To sea-ward forc'd this bird, that did devoure 158.00B.293 The fish; he cares not, for with ease hee flies, 158.00B.294 Fat gluttonies best oratour: at last 158.00B.295 So long hee hath flowen, and hath flowen so fast, 158.00B.296 That leagues o'r-past at sea, now tyr'd he lies, 158.00B.297 And with his prey, that till then languisht, dies: 158.00B.298 The soules no longer foes, two wayes did erre, 158.00B.299 The fish I follow, and keepe no calender 158.00B.300 Of the other; hee lives yet in some great officer. 158.00B.301 %XXXXI./I%+Nto an embrion fish, our Soule is throwne, 158.00B.302 And in due time throwne out againe, and growne 158.00B.303 To such vastnesse, as if unmanacled 158.00B.304 From Greece, Morea were, and that by some 158.00B.305 Earthquake unrooted, loose Morea swome, 158.00B.306 Or seas from Africks body had severed 158.00B.307 And torne the hopefull Promontories head; 158.00B.308 This fish would seem these, and, when all hopes faile, 158.00B.309 A great ship overset, or without saile 158.00B.310 Hulling, might (when this was a whelp) bee like \(this whale. [CW:XXXII.] 158.00B.311 %XXXXII./A%+T every stroke his brazen finnes doe take, [p.317] 158.00B.312 More circles in the broken sea they make 158.00B.313 Then cannons voyces, when the ayre they teare: 158.00B.314 His ribbs are pillars, and his high arch'd roofe 158.00B.315 Of barke that blunts best steele, is thunder-proofe, 158.00B.316 Swimme in him swallow'd Dolphins, without feare, 158.00B.317 And feele no sides, as if his vaste wombe were 158.00B.318 Some Inland sea, and ever as he went 158.00B.319 He spouted rivers up, as if he ment 158.00B.320 To joyne our seas, with seas above the firmament. 158.00B.321 %XXXXIII./H%+E hunts not fish, but as an officer, 158.00B.322 Stayes in his Court, at his owne net, and there 158.00B.323 All suitors of all sorts themselves enthrall; 158.00B.324 So on his back lyes this whale wantoning, 158.00B.325 And in his gulfe-like throate, suckes every thing 158.00B.326 That passeth neare. Fish chaseth fish, and all, 158.00B.327 Flyer and follower, in this whirlepoole fall; 158.00B.328 O might not States of more equalitie 158.00B.329 Consist? and is it of necessity 158.00B.330 That thousand guiltlesse smals, to make one great \(must die? [CW:XXXIV.] 158.00B.331 %XXXXIV./N%+Ow drinkes he up seas, and he eates up flocks, [p.318] 158.00B.332 He justles Ilands, and he shakes firme rockes. 158.00B.333 Now in a roomfull house this Soule doth floate, 158.00B.334 And like a Prince she sends her faculties 158.00B.335 To all her limbes, distant as Provinces. 158.00B.336 The Sunne hath twenty times both crab and goate 158.00B.337 Parched, since first launch'd forth his living boate, 158.00B.338 'Tis greatest now, and to destruction 158.00B.339 Nearest; There's no pause at perfection. 158.00B.340 Greatnesse a period hath, but hath no station. 158.00B.341 %XXXXV./T%+Wo little fishes, whom he never harm'd, 158.00B.342 Nor fed on their kinde, two not throughly arm'd 158.00B.343 With hope that they could kill him, nor could doe 158.00B.344 Good to themselves by'his death: they did not eate 158.00B.345 His flesh, nor suck those oyls, which the%Mce outstreat, 158.00B.346 Conspir'd against him, and it might undoe 158.00B.347 The plott of all, that the plotters were two, 158.00B.348 But that they fishes were, and could not speake. 158.00B.349 How shall a Tyran wise strong projects breake, 158.00B.350 If wretches can on them the co%Mmon anger wreak? [CW:XXVI.(miscatch)] 158.00B.351 %XXXXVI./T%+He flail-finnd Thresher, and steel-beak'd Sword-/(fish [p.319] 158.00B.352 Onely attempt to doe, what all doe wish. 158.00B.353 The Thresher backs him, and to beate begins; 158.00B.354 The sluggard Whale yeelds to oppression, 158.00B.355 And t'hide himselfe from shame and danger, downe 158.00B.356 Begins to sinke; the Sword-fish upward spins, 158.00B.357 And gores him with his beake; his staffe-like finnes 158.00B.358 So well the one, his sword the other plies, 158.00B.359 That now a scoffe, and prey, this tyran dies, 158.00B.360 And (his own dole) feeds with himselfe all com-\(panies. 158.00B.361 %XXXXVII./W%+Ho will revenge his death? or who will call 158.00B.362 Those to account, that thought and wrought /(his fal? 158.00B.363 The heirs of slain kings, we see'are often so 158.00B.364 Transported with the joy of what they get, 158.00B.365 That they, revenge and obsequies forget, 158.00B.366 Nor will against such men the people goe, 158.00B.367 Because he's now dead, to whom they should show 158.00B.368 Love in that act. Some kings by vice being growne 158.00B.369 So needy of subjects love, that of their own 158.00B.370 They think they lose, if love be to the dead Prince \(showne. [CW:XXXVIII.] 158.00B.371 %XXXXVIII./T%+His Soule now free from prison, and passion, [p.320] 158.00B.372 Hath yet a little indignation 158.00B.373 That so small hammers should so soone downe beat 158.00B.374 So great a castle. And having for her house 158.00B.375 Got the streight cloyster of a wretched mouse 158.00B.376 (As basest men, that have not what to eate, 158.00B.377 Nor enjoy ought, doe farre more hate the great 158.00B.378 Than they, who good repos'd estates possesse) 158.00B.379 This Soule, late taught that great things might by \(lesse 158.00B.380 Be slain, to gallant mischiefe doth her selfe addresse. 158.00B.381 %XXXXIX./N%+Atures great master-peece, an Elephant, 158.00B.382 The onely harmlesse great thing; the giant 158.00B.383 Of beasts; who thought none had, to make him wise, 158.00B.384 But to be just, and thankfull, loth t'offend 158.00B.385 (Yet nature hath given him no knees to bend) 158.00B.386 Himselfe he up-props, on himselfe relies, 158.00B.387 And foe to none, suspects no enemies, 158.00B.388 Still sleeping stood; vext not his fantasie 158.00B.389 Blacke dreames, like an unbent bow, carelesly 158.00B.390 His sinewy Proboscis did remisly lie: [CW:XL.] 158.00B.391 %XXL./I%+N which as in a gallery this mouse [p.321] 158.00B.392 Walk'd, & survey'd the rooms of this vast house, 158.00B.393 And to the braine, the soules bed-chamber, went, 158.00B.394 And gnaw'd the life cords there; Like a whole town 158.00B.395 Cleane undermin'd, the slain beast tumbled downe, 158.00B.396 With him the murth'rer dies, whom envy sent 158.00B.397 To kill, not scape; for, onely he that meant 158.00B.398 To die, did ever kill a man of better roome, 158.00B.399 And thus he made his foe, his prey, and tombe: 158.00B.400 Who cares not to turn back, may any whither come. 158.00B.401 %XXLI./N%+Ext, hous'd this Soule a Wolves yet unborne \(whelp 158.00B.402 Till the best midwife, Nature, gave it help 158.00B.403 To issue. It could kill, as soone as goe: 158.00B.404 Abel, as white, and milde as his sheepe were, 158.00B.405 (Who, in that trade, of Church, and kingdoms, there 158.00B.406 Was the first type) was still infested so, 158.00B.407 With this wolfe, that it bred his losse and woe; 158.00B.408 And yet his bitch, his sentinell attends 158.00B.409 The flock so near, so well warns and defends, 158.00B.410 That the wolfe, (hopelesse else) to corrupt her in-\(tends. [CW:XLII.] 158.00B.411 %XXLII./H%+E tooke a course, which since, succesfully, [p.322] 158.00B.412 Great men have often taken, to espie 158.00B.413 The counsels, or to breake the plots of foes, 158.00B.414 To Abels tent he stealeth in the darke, 158.00B.415 On whose skirts the bitch slept; ere she could bark, 158.00B.416 Attach'd her with streight gripes, yet he call'd those, 158.00B.417 Embracements of love; to loves worke he goes, 158.00B.418 Where deeds move more than words; nor doth shee /(show, 158.00B.419 Nor much resist, nor needs he streighten so 158.00B.420 His prey, for, were she loose, she would nor bark, /(nor goe. 158.00B.421 %XXLIII./H%+E hath ingag'd her; his, she wholy bides; 158.00B.422 Who not her owne, none others secrets hides. 158.00B.423 If to the flock he come, and Abel there, 158.00B.424 She faines hoarse barkings, but she biteth not, 158.00B.425 Her faith is quite, but not her love forgot. 158.00B.426 At last a trap, of which some every where 158.00B.427 Abel had plac'd, ends all his losse, and feare, 158.00B.428 By the Wolves death; and now just time it was 158.00B.429 That a quick soule should give life to that masse 158.00B.430 Of blood in Abels bitch, and thither this did passe. [CW:XLIV.] 158.00B.431 %XXLIV./S%+Ome have their wives, their sisters some begot, [p.323] 158.00B.432 But in the lives of Emperours you shall not 158.00B.433 Reade of a lust, the which may equall this; 158.00B.434 This Wolfe begot himselfe, and finished 158.00B.435 What he began alive, when he was dead, 158.00B.436 Sonne to himselfe, and father too, he is 158.00B.437 A ridling lust, for which Schoolemen would misse 158.00B.438 A proper name. The whelpe of both these lay 158.00B.439 In Abels tent, and with soft Moaba, 158.00B.440 His sister, being young, it us'd to sport and play. 158.00B.441 %XXLV./H%+E soone for her too harsh, and churlish grew, 158.00B.442 And Abel (the dam dead) would use this new 158.00B.443 For the field, being of two kindes thus made, 158.00B.444 He, as his dam, from sheepe drove wolves away, 158.00B.445 And as his Sire, he made them his owne prey. 158.00B.446 Five yeares he liv'd, and cozend with his trade, 158.00B.447 Then hopelesse that his faults were hid, betraid 158.00B.448 Himselfe by flight, and by all followed, 158.00B.449 From dogs, a wolfe; from wolves, a dogge he fled; 158.00B.450 And, like a spie to both sides false, he perished. [CW:XLVI.] 158.00B.451 %XXLVI./I%+T quickned next a toyfull Ape, and so [p.324] 158.00B.452 Gamesome it was, that it might freely goe 158.00B.453 From tent to tent, and with the Children play, 158.00B.454 His organs now so like theirs hee doth finde, 158.00B.455 That why he cannot laugh and speake his minde, 158.00B.456 He wonders. Much with all, most he doth stay 158.00B.457 With %1Adams%2 fift daughter %1Siphatecia%2, 158.00B.458 Doth gaze on her, and, where she passeth, passe, 158.00B.459 Gathers her fruits, and tumbles on the grasse, 158.00B.460 And wisest of that kinde, the first true lover was. 158.00B.461 %XXLVII./H%+E was the first that more desir'd to have 158.00B.462 One then another; first that ere did crave 158.00B.463 Love by mute signes, and had no power to speake; 158.00B.464 First that could make love faces, or could doe 158.00B.465 The valters sombersalts, or us'd to wooe 158.00B.466 With hoiting gambols, his owne bones to breake 158.00B.467 To make his Mistris merry; or to wreake 158.00B.468 Her anger on himselfe. Sinnes against kinde 158.00B.469 They easily do, that can let feed their mind 158.00B.470 With outward beauty, beauty they in boyes & beasts \(do find. [CW:XLVIII.] 158.00B.471 %XXLVIII./B%+Y this misled, too low things men have prov'd, [p.325] 158.00B.472 And too high; beasts and angels have been lov'd; 158.00B.473 This Ape, though else through-vain, in this was wise, 158.00B.474 He reach'd at things too high, but open way 158.00B.475 There was, and he knew not she would say nay; 158.00B.476 His toyes prevaile not, likelier meanes he tries, 158.00B.477 He gazeth on her face with teare-shot eyes, 158.00B.478 And up lifts subtly with his russet pawe 158.00B.479 Her kidskin apron without feare or awe 158.00B.480 Of nature; nature hath no gaole, though she hath \(law. 158.00B.481 %XXLIX./F%+Irst she was silly and knew not what he meant, 158.00B.482 That vertue, by his touches chaft and spent, 158.00B.483 Succeeds an itchie warmth, that melts her quite, 158.00B.484 She knew not first, nor cares not what he doth, 158.00B.485 And willing halfe and more, more than halfe wroth, 158.00B.486 Shee neither puls nor pushes, but out-right 158.00B.487 Now cries, and now repents; when %1Thelemite%2 158.00B.488 Her brother, entred, and a great stone threw 158.00B.489 After the Ape, who, thus prevented, flew. 158.00B.490 This house thus batter'd down, the Soule possest a \(new. [CW:L.] 158.00B.491 %XL./A%+Nd whether by this change she lose or win [p.326] 158.00B.492 she[sic] comes out next, where th'Ape wold have gone \(in, 158.00B.493 %1Adam%2 and %1Eve%2 had mingled bloods, and now 158.00B.494 Like Chimiques equall fires, her temperate wombe 158.00B.495 Had stew'd and form'd it: and part did become 158.00B.496 A spungie liver, that did richly allow, 158.00B.497 Like a free conduit, on a high hils brow, 158.00B.498 Life-keeping moysture unto every part, 158.00B.499 Part hardned it selfe to a thicker heart, 158.00B.500 Whose busie furnaces lifes spirits doe impart. 158.00B.501 %XLI./A%+Nother part became the well of sense, 158.00B.502 The tender well arm'd feeling brain, fro%M whence, 158.00B.503 Those sinowy strings which doe our bodies tie, 158.00B.504 Are ravel'd out, and fast there by one end, 158.00B.505 Did this Soule limbes, these limbes a soule attend, 158.00B.506 And now they joyn'd, keeping some qualitie 158.00B.507 Of every past shape; she knew treachery, 158.00B.508 Rapine, deceit, and lust, and ills enough 158.00B.509 To bee a woman. %1Themech%2 she is now, 158.00B.510 Sister and wife to %1Caine%2, %1Cain%2 that first did plow. [CW:LII.] 158.00B.511 %XLII./W%+Ho ere thou beest that read'st this sullen Writ, [p.327] 158.00B.512 Which just so much courts thee, as thou dost it, 158.00B.513 Let me arrest thy thoughts, wonder with me, 158.00B.514 Why plowing, building, ruling and the rest, 158.00B.515 Or most of those arts, whence our lives are blest, 158.00B.516 By cursed %1Caines%2 race invented be, 158.00B.517 And blest %1Seth%2 vext us with Astronomy. 158.00B.518 There's nothing simply good, nor ill alone, 158.00B.519 Of every qualitie Comparison, 158.00B.520 The onely measure is, and judge, Opinion. [CW:HOLY.] 158.00B.0SS %1The end of the Progresse of the Soule%2. /[horiz.rule] 158.00B.0$$ %1In 52 10-l. sts separated by space & numbered in roman caps above each st; prefatory epistle printed in front matter%2; Semicolon at end of l.455 did not ink properly in CtY,MH: speck above comma, not a semicolon.