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158.00G.HE1  %XTHE/ %XPROGRESS/ %XOF THE SOUL./ %X%1First Song%2.
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158.00G.001  %XI./I%+ Sing the progress of a deathless soul,
158.00G.002  Whom Fate, which God made, but doth not %/controul,
158.00G.003  Plac'd in most shapes; all times before the law
158.00G.004  Yoak'd us, and when, and since, in this I sing,
158.00G.005  And the great world t'his aged evening,
158.00G.006  From infant morn, through manly noon I draw,
158.00G.007  What the gold Chaldee, or silver Persian saw,
158.00G.008  Greek brass, or Roman iron, 'is in this one;
158.00G.009  A work to out-wear %1Seths%2 pillars, brick and stone,
158.00G.010  And (holy writ excepted) made to yeeld to none.
158.00G.011  %XII./T%+Hee, eye of Heaven, this great Soul envies not,
158.00G.012  By thy male force, is all we have begot.
158.00G.013  In the first East, thou now beginst to shine,
158.00G.014  Suck'st early balm, and Iland spices there,
158.00G.015  And wilt anon in thy loose-rein'd careere
158.00G.016  At Tagus, Po, Sene, Thames, and Danow dine,
158.00G.017  And see at night thy Western land of Mine, [CW:Yet]
158.00G.018  Yet hast thou not more Nations seen then she, [p.289]
158.00G.019  That before thee one day began to be,
158.00G.020  And thy frail light being quench'd, shall long, long outlive %\(thee.
158.00G.021  %XIII./N%+Or holy %1Janus%2 in whose soveraign boat
158.00G.022  The Church, and all the Monarchies did float;
158.00G.023  That swimming Colledge, and free Hospitall
158.00G.024  Of all mankinde, that Cage and vivary
158.00G.025  Of fowles, and beasts, in whose womb, Destiny
158.00G.026  Us, and our latest Nephews did install
158.00G.027  (From thence are all deriv'd, that fill this All)
158.00G.028  Didst thou in that great stewardship embark
158.00G.029  So diverse shapes into that floating park,
158.00G.030  As have been moved, and inform'd by this heavenly spark.
158.00G.031  %XIV./G%+Reat Destiny the Commissary of God,
158.00G.032  That hast mark'd out a path and period
158.00G.033  For every thing, who, where we off-spring took,
158.00G.034  Our ways and ends, seest at one instant. Thou
158.00G.035  Knot of all causes, thou whose changelesse brow 
158.00G.036  Ne'r smiles nor frowns, O vouchsafe thou to look
158.00G.037  And shew my story, in thy eternal book.
158.00G.038  That (if my prayer be fit) I may understand
158.00G.039  So much my self, as to know with what hand,
158.00G.040  How scant, or liberal this my lifes race is spand.
158.00G.041  %XV./T%+O my six lusters almost now out-wore,
158.00G.042  Except thy book owe me so many more,
158.00G.043  Except my legend be free from the letts
158.00G.044  Of steep ambition, sleepy poverty, [CW:Spirit]
158.00G.045  Spirit quenching sicknesse, dull captivity, [p.290]
158.00G.046  Distracting businesse, and from beauties nets,
158.00G.047  And all that calls from this, and t'others whets,
158.00G.048  O let me not launch out, but let me save
158.00G.049  Th'expence of brain and spirit; that my grave
158.00G.050  His right and due, a whole unwasted man may have.
158.00G.051  %XVI./B%+Ut if my dayes be long, and good enough
158.00G.052  In vain this sea shall enlarge, or enrough
158.00G.053  It self; for I will through the wave, and fome,
158.00G.054  And hold in sad lone ways, a lively spright
158.00G.055  Make my dark heavy Poem light, and light.
158.00G.056  For though through many straights, and lands I roam,
158.00G.057  I launch at Paradise, and I saile towards home;
158.00G.058  The course I there began, shall here be staid,
158.00G.059  Sailes hoised there, stroke here, and Anchors laid
158.00G.060  In %1Thames%2, which were at %1Tygris%2 and %1Euphrates%2 waid.
158.00G.061  %XVII./F%+Or the great soul which here amongst us now
158.00G.062  Doth dwell, and moves that hand, and tongue, and brow,
158.00G.063  Which as the Moon the sea moves us, to hear
158.00G.064  Whose story, with long patience you will long;
158.00G.065  (For 'tis the crown, and last strain of my song)
158.00G.066  This soul to whom %1Luther%2 and %1Mahomet%2 were
158.00G.067  Prisons of flesh; this soul which oft did tear,
158.00G.068  And mend the wracks of th'Empire, and late %1Rome%2,
158.00G.069  And liv'd when every great change did come,
158.00G.070  Had first in Paradise, a low, but fatal roome. [CW:VIII.]
158.00G.071  %XVIII./Y%+Et no low room, nor then the greatest, lesse, [p.191(sic)]
158.00G.072  If (as devout and sharp men fitly guesse)
158.00G.073  That Crosse, our joy, and griefe, (where nailes did tie
158.00G.074  That All, which always was all, every where,
158.00G.075  Which could not sinne, and yet all sinnes did bear;
158.00G.076  Which could not die, yet could not chuse but die;)
158.00G.077  Stood in the self-same room in Calvary,
158.00G.078  Where first grew the forbidden learned tree,
158.00G.079  For on that tree hung in securitie
158.00G.080  This soul made by the Makers will from pulling free.
158.00G.081  %XIX./P%+Rince of the Orchard, fair as dawning morn,
158.00G.082  Fenc'd with the law, and ripe as soon as born
158.00G.083  That apple grew, which this soul did enlive
158.00G.084  Till the then climing serpent, that now creeps
158.00G.085  For that offence, for which all mankinde weeps,
158.00G.086  Took it, and t'her whom the first man did wive
158.00G.087  (Whom and her race, onely forbiddings drive)
158.00G.088  He gave it, she, t'her husband, both did eat;
158.00G.089  So perished the eaters, and the meat,
158.00G.090  And we (for treason taints the bloud) thence die and sweat.
158.00G.091  %XX./M%+An all at once was there by woman slain,
158.00G.092  And one by one we'are here slain o'r again
158.00G.093  By them. The mother poyson'd the well-head, 
158.00G.094  The daughters here corrupt us, Rivolets,
158.00G.095  No smalness scapes, no greatness breaks their nets, [CW:She]
158.00G.096  She thrust us out, and by them we are led [p.292]
158.00G.097  Astray, from turning, to whence we are fled.
158.00G.098  Were prisoners judges, 'twould seem rigorous,
158.00G.099  She sinn'd, we bear; part of our pain is, thus
158.00G.100  To love them, whose fault to this painful love yoak'd us.
158.00G.101  %XXI./S%+O fast in us doth this corruption grow,
158.00G.102  That now we dare aske why we should be so,
158.00G.103  Would God (disputes the curious Rebell) make
158.00G.104  A law, and would not have it kept? Or can
158.00G.105  His creatures will crosse his? Of every man
158.00G.106  For one, will God (and be just) vengeance take?
158.00G.107  Who sinn'd? 'twas not forbidden to the Snake
158.00G.108  Nor her, who was not then made; nor is 't writ
158.00G.109  That %1Adam%2 cropt, or knew the Apple, yet
158.00G.110  The worm, and she, and he, and we endure for it.
158.00G.111  %XXII./B%+Ut snatch me heavenly Spirit, from this vain
158.00G.112  Reckoning their vanity, less is their gain
158.00G.113  Then hazard still to meditate on ill,
158.00G.114  Though with good mind, their reasons like those toyes
158.00G.115  Of glassie bubbles, which the gamesome boyes
158.00G.116  Stretch to so nice a thinnesse through a quill,
158.00G.117  That they themselves break, and do themselves spill,
158.00G.118  Arguing is heretiques game, and Exercise
158.00G.119  As wrastlers perfects them; Not liberties
158.00G.120  Of speech, but silence; hands, not tongues, end heresies. [CW:XIII.]
158.00G.121  %XXIII./J%+Ust in that instant when the serpents gripe [p.293]
158.00G.122  Broke the sleight veines, and tender conduit pipe,
158.00G.123  Through which this soul from the trees root did draw
158.00G.124  Life, and growth to this Apple, fled away,
158.00G.125  This loose soul, old, one and another day.
158.00G.126  As lightning, which one scarce dare say, he saw,
158.00G.127  'Tis so soon gone, (and better proof the law
158.00G.128  Of sense, then faith requires) swiftly she flew
158.00G.129  T'a dark and foggy Plot; Her, her fates threw
158.00G.130  There through th'earths pores, & in a Plant hous'd her anew.
158.00G.131  %XXIV./T%+He plant thus abled, to it self did force
158.00G.132  A place, where no place was; by natures course
158.00G.133  As aire from water, water fleets away
158.00G.134  From thicker bodies, by this root throng'd so
158.00G.135  His spungy confines gave him place to grow:
158.00G.136  Just as in our streets, when the people stay
158.00G.137  To see the Prince, and so fill up the way
158.00G.138  That weasels scarce could passe, when she comes near.
158.00G.139  They throng, and cleave up, and a passage cleare,
158.00G.140  As if for that time their round bodies flatned were.
158.00G.141  %XXV./H%+[%1fragment%2]s right Arm he thrust out towards the East,
158.00G.142  Westward his left; th' ends did themselves digest
158.00G.143  Into ten lesser strings, these fingers were:
158.00G.144  And as a slumberer stretching on his bed;
158.00G.145  This way he this, and that way scattered [CW:His]
158.00G.146  His other legge, which feet with toes up bear; [p.294]
158.00G.147  Grew on his middle part, the first day, hair,
158.00G.148  To show, that in loves business he should still
158.00G.149  A dealer be, and be us'd, well or ill:
158.00G.150  His apples kindle; his leaves, force of conception kill.
158.00G.151  %XXVI./A%+ Mouth but dumbe, he hath; blind eyes, deaf eares,
158.00G.152  And to his shoulders dangle subtle hairs;
158.00G.153  A young %1Colossus%2 there he stands upright,
158.00G.154  And as that ground by him were conquered,
158.00G.155  A leafie garland weares he on his head
158.00G.156  Enchas'd with little fruits, so red and bright,
158.00G.157  That for them you would call your loves lips white,
158.00G.158  So, of alone[sic] unhaunted place possest 
158.00G.159  Did this souls second Inne, built by the guest
158.00G.160  This living buried man, this quiet mandrake, rest.
158.00G.161  %XXVII./N%+O lustful woman came this plant to grieve,
158.00G.162  But 'twas because there was none yet but %1Eve%2:
158.00G.163  And she (with other purpose) kill'd it quite;
158.00G.164  Her sinne had now brought in infirmities,
158.00G.165  And so her cradled child, the moist-red eyes
158.00G.166  Had never shut, nor slept since it saw light,
158.00G.167  Poppy she knew, she knew the mandrakes-might;
158.00G.168  And tore up both, and so cool'd her childs blood;
158.00G.169  Unvertuous weeds might long unvex'd have stood;
158.00G.170  But he's short liv'd, that with his death can doe most good [CW:XVIII.]
158.00G.171  %XXVIII./T%+O an unfetter'd souls quick nimble haste [p.295]
158.00G.172  Are falling starres, and hearts thoughts, but slow pac'd:
158.00G.173  Thinner then burnt aire flies this soul, and she 
158.00G.174  Whom four new coming, and four parting Suns
158.00G.175  Had found, and left the Mandrakes tenant, runs
158.00G.176  Thoughtlesse of change, when her firm destiny
158.00G.177  Confin'd, and enjayl'd her, that seem'd so free,
158.00G.178  Into a small blew shell, the which a poor
158.00G.179  Warm bird o'respread, and sate still evermore,
158.00G.180  Till her inclos'd child kickt, and pick'd it self a dore.
158.00G.181  %XXIX./O%+Ut crept a sparrow, this souls moving Inne,
158.00G.182  On whose raw armes stiffe feathers now begin
158.00G.183  As childrens teeth through gummes, to break with pain,
158.00G.184  His flesh is jelly yet, and his bones threds,
158.00G.185  All a new downy mantle overspreads.
158.00G.186  A mouth he opes, which would as much contain
158.00G.187  As his late house, and the first hour speaks plain,
158.00G.188  And chirps aloud for meat. Meat fit for men
158.00G.189  His father steals for him, and so feeds then
158.00G.190  One, that within a moneth, will beat him from his hen.
158.00G.191  %XXX./I%+N this worlds youth wise nature did make hast,
158.00G.192  Things ripened sooner, and did longer last;
158.00G.193  Already this hot cock in bush and tree,
158.00G.194  In field and tent o'rflutters his next hen,
158.00G.195  He askes her not, who did so taste, nor when, [CW:Nor]
158.00G.196  Nor if his sister or his neece she be, [p.296]
158.00G.197  Nor doth she pule for his inconstancy
158.00G.198  If in her sight he change, nor doth refuse
158.00G.199  The next that cals; both liberty do use;
158.00G.200  Where store is of both kindes, both kindes may freely %\(chuse.
158.00G.201  %XXXI./M%+En, till they took laws which made freedome less,
158.00G.202  Their daughters and their sisters did ingress,
158.00G.203  Till now, unlawfull, therefore ill; 'twas not
158.00G.204  So jolly, that it can move this soul: Is
158.00G.205  The body so free of his kindnesses,
158.00G.206  That self-preserving it hath now forgot,
158.00G.207  And slackneth so the souls and bodies knot,
158.00G.208  Which temperance straitens; freely on his she friends
158.00G.209  He blood, and spirit, pith, and marrow spends,
158.00G.210  Ill steward of himself, himself in three years ends.
158.00G.211  %XXXII./E%+Lse might he long have liv'd; man did not know
158.00G.212  Of gummy blood, which doth in Holly grow,
158.00G.213  How to make bird-lime, nor how to deceive
158.00G.214  With fain'd cals, his nets, or enwrapping snare
158.00G.215  The free inhabitants of the plyant ayre.
158.00G.216  Man to beget, and woman to conceive
158.00G.217  Askt not of roots, nor of cock-spar[%1fragment%2]owes, leave:
158.00G.218  Yet chuseth he, though none of these he fears,
158.00G.219  Pleasantly three, then straitned twenty years
158.00G.220  To live, and to encrease his race himself outwears. [CW:XXIII.]
158.00G.221  %XXXIII./T%+His coale with overblowing quench'd and dead, [p.297]
158.00G.222  The soul from her too active organs fled
158.00G.223  T' a brook; a female fishes sandy Roe
158.00G.224  With the males jelly, newly leav'ned was,
158.00G.225  For they had intertouch'd as they did passe,
158.00G.226  And one of those small bodies, fitted so,
158.00G.227  This soul inform'd, and able it to row
158.00G.228  It self with finny oares, which she did fit,
158.00G.229  Her scales seem'd yet of parchment, and as yet
158.00G.230  Perchance a fish, but by no name you could call it.
158.00G.231  %XXXIV./W%+Hen goodly, like a ship in her full trim,
158.00G.232  A Swan, so white that you may unto him
158.00G.233  Compare all whitenesse, but himself to none,
158.00G.234  Glided along, and as he glided watch'd,
158.00G.235  And with his arched neck this poor fish catch'd:
158.00G.236  It mov'd with state, as if to look upon
158.00G.237  Low things it scorn'd, and yet before that one
158.00G.238  Could think he sought it, he had swallowed cleare
158.00G.239  This, and much such, and unblam'd, devour'd there
158.00G.240  All, but who too swift, too great, or well armed were.
158.00G.241  %XXXV./N%+Ow swome a prison in a prison put,
158.00G.242  And now this Soul in double walls was shut,
158.00G.243  Till melted with the Swans digestive fire,
158.00G.244  She left her house the fish, and vapor'd forth;
158.00G.245  Fate not affording bodies of more worth [CW:For]
158.00G.246  For her as yet, bids her again retire [p.298]
158.00G.247  T'another fish, to any new desire
158.00G.248  Made a new prey; For, he that can to none
158.00G.249  Resistance make, nor complaint, is sure gone,
158.00G.250  Weaknesse invites, but silence feasts oppression.
158.00G.251  %XXXVI./P%+Ace with the native stream, this fish doth keep,
158.00G.252  And journies with her towards the glassie deep,
158.00G.253  But oft retarded, once with a hidden net
158.00G.254  Though with great windowes, (for when need first taught
158.00G.255  These tricks to catch food, then they were not wrought
158.00G.256  As now, with curious greediness to let
158.00G.257  None scape, but few, and fit for use to get,)
158.00G.258  As, in this trap, a ravenous Pike was tane,
158.00G.259  Who, though himself distrest, would fain have slain
158.00G.260  This wretch; So hardly are ill habits left again.
158.00G.261  %XXXVII./H%+Ere by her smalnesse she two deaths or'past,
158.00G.262  Once innocence scap'd, and left the oppressor fast;
158.00G.263  The net through-swome, she keeps the liquid path,
158.00G.264  And whether she leap up sometimes to breath
158.00G.265  And suck in ayre, or find it underneath,
158.00G.266  Or working parts like mills, or limbecks hath
158.00G.267  To make the water thinne, and ayre like faith
158.00G.268  Cares not, but safe the Place she's come unto
158.00G.269  Where fresh, with salt waves meet, and what to doe
158.00G.270  She knows not, but between both makes a boord or two. [CW:XXVIII.]
158.00G.271  %XXXVIII./S%+O farre from hiding her guests, water is, [p.299]
158.00G.272  That she shows them in bigger quantities
158.00G.273  Then they are. Thus her doubtful of her way,
158.00G.274  For game and not for hunger a sea Pie
158.00G.275  Spied through this traiterous spectacle, from high,
158.00G.276  The seely fish where it disputing lay,
158.00G.277  And t'end her doubts and her, bears her away,
158.00G.278  Exalted she's but to the exalters good.
158.00G.279  (As are by great ones, men which lowly stood,)
158.00G.280  It's rais'd to be the Raisers instrument and food.
158.00G.281  %XXXIX./I%+S any kinde subject to rape like fish?
158.00G.282  Ill unto man they neither doe, nor wish,
158.00G.283  Fishers they kill not, nor with noise awake,
158.00G.284  They doe not hunt, nor strive to make a prey
158.00G.285  Of beasts, nor their young sonnes to bear away;
158.00G.286  Fowles they pursue not, nor do undertake
158.00G.287  To spoyl the nests industrious birds do make;
158.00G.288  Yet them all these unkinde kindes feed upon,
158.00G.289  To kill them is an occupation,
158.00G.290  And laws make Fasts, and Lents for their destruction.
158.00G.291  %XXXX./A%+ Sudden stiffe land-wind in that self hour
158.00G.292  To sea-ward forc'd this bird, that did devour
158.00G.293  The fish; he cares not, for with ease he flies,
158.00G.294  Fat gluttonies best orator: at last
158.00G.295  So long he hath flowen, and hath flowen so fast, [CW:That]
158.00G.296  That leagues o'rpast at sea, now tyr'd he lies, [p.300]
158.00G.297  And with his prey, that till then lauguisht[sic] dies:
158.00G.298  The souls no longer foes, two wayes did erre,
158.00G.299  The fish I follow, and keep no Calender
158.00G.300  Of the other: he lives yet in some great Officer.
158.00G.301  %XXXXI./I%+Nto an embryon fish, our Soul is thrown,
158.00G.302  And in due time thrown out again, and grown
158.00G.303  To such vastness, as if unmanacled
158.00G.304  From %1Greece%2, %1Morea%2 were, and that by some
158.00G.305  Earthquake unrooted, loose %1Morea%2 swome,
158.00G.306  Or seas from %1Africks%2 body had severed
158.00G.307  And torn the hopeful Promontories head;
158.00G.308  This fish would seem these, and when all hopes faile,
158.00G.309  A great ship overset, or without sail
158.00G.310  Hulling, might (when this was a whelp) be like this %\(whale.
158.00G.311  %XXXXII./A%+T every stroke his brazen finnes do take.
158.00G.312  More circles in the broken sea they make
158.00G.313  Then cannons voyces, when the ayre they tear:
158.00G.314  His ribbes are pillars, and his high arch'd roof
158.00G.315  Of bark that blunts best steel, is thunder-proof,
158.00G.316  Swimme in him swallow'd Dolphins without fear,
158.00G.317  And feel no sides, as if his vast womb were
158.00G.318  Some Inland sea, and ever as he went
158.00G.319  He spouted rivers up, as if he meant
158.00G.320  To joyn our seas, with seas above the firmament. [CW:XXXIII.]
158.00G.321  %XXXXIII./H%+E hunts not fish, but as an officer, [p.301]
158.00G.322  Stayes in his Court, at his own net, and there
158.00G.323  All suitors of all sorts themselves enthrall;
158.00G.324  So on his back lies this whale wantoning,
158.00G.325  And in his gulfe-like throat suckes every thing
158.00G.326  That passeth near. Fish chaseth fish, and all,
158.00G.327  Flyer and follower, in this whirlpool fall;
158.00G.328  O might not States of more equalitie
158.00G.329  Consist? and is it of necessity
158.00G.330  That thousand guiltless smals, to make one great must die?
158.00G.331  %XXXXIV./N%+Ow drinks he up seas, and he eats up flocks,
158.00G.332  He justles Ilands, and he shakes firm rocks.
158.00G.333  Now in a roomful house this soul doth float,
158.00G.334  And like a Prince she sends her faculties
158.00G.335  To all her limbs, distant as Provinces.
158.00G.336  The Sun hath twenty times both Crab and Goat
158.00G.337  Parched, since first launch'd forth his living boat,
158.00G.338  'Tis greatest now and to destruction
158.00G.339  Nearest; There's no pause at perfection,
158.00G.340  Greatnesse a period hath, but hath no station.
158.00G.341  %XXXXV./T%+Wo little fishes, whom he never harm'd,
158.00G.342  Nor fed on their kind, two not throughly arm'd
158.00G.343  With hope that they could kill him, nor could do
158.00G.344  Good to themselves by his death: they did not eat
158.00G.345  His flesh, nor suck those oyls, which thence outstreat, [CW:Con-]
158.00G.346  Conspir'd against him, and it might undo [p.302]
158.00G.347  The plot of all, that the plotters were two,
158.00G.348  But that they fishes were, and could not speak.
158.00G.349  How shall a Tyrant wise strong projects break,
158.00G.350  If wretches can on them the common anger wreak?
158.00G.351  %XXXXVI./T%+He flail-finn'd Thresher, and steel-beak'd Sword-fish
158.00G.352  Onely attempt to do, what all do wish.
158.00G.353  The Threasher backs him: and to beat begins;
158.00G.354  The sluggard Whale yeelds to oppression,
158.00G.355  And t'hide himself from shame and danger, down
158.00G.356  Begins to sink; the sword-fish upward spins,
158.00G.357  And gores him with his beak; his staffe-like finnes
158.00G.358  So well the one, his sword the other plies,
158.00G.359  That now a scoffe, and prey, this tyrant dies,
158.00G.360  And (his own dole) feeds with himself all companies.
158.00G.361  %XXXXVII./W%+Ho will revenge his death? or who will call
158.00G.362  Those to account, that thought and wrought his/ (fall?
158.00G.363  The heirs of slain kings, we see are often so
158.00G.364  Transported with the joy of what they get,
158.00G.365  That they, revenge and obsequies forget,
158.00G.366  Nor will against such men the people goe,
158.00G.367  Because he's now dead, to whom they should show
158.00G.368  Love in that act. Some kings by vice being grown
158.00G.369  So needy of subjects love, that of their own
158.00G.370  They think they lose, if love be to the dead Prince shown.
158.00G.371  %XXXXVIII./T%+His Soul now free from prison, and passion,
158.00G.372  Hath yet a little indignation
158.00G.373  That so small hammers should so soon down beat [CW:So]
158.00G.374  So great a castle. And having for her house [p.303]
158.00G.375  Got the strait cloyster of a wretched mouse
158.00G.376  (As basest men, that have not what to eat,
158.00G.377  Nor enjoy ought, do farre more hate the great
158.00G.378  Than they, who good repos'd estates possesse)
158.00G.379  This Soul, late taught that great things might by lesse
158.00G.380  Be slain, to gallant mischief doth her self addresse.
158.00G.381  %XXXXIX./N%+Atures great master-piece, an Elephant,
158.00G.382  The onely harmelesse great thing; the giant
158.00G.383  Of beasts; who thought none had, to make him wise,
158.00G.384  But to be just, and thankful, loth t' offend
158.00G.385  (Yet nature hath given him no knees to bend)
158.00G.386  Himself he up-props, on himself relies,
158.00G.387  And foe to none; suspects no enemies,
158.00G.388  Still sleeping stood; vext not his fantasie
158.00G.389  Black dreams, like an unbent bow carelesly
158.00G.390  His sinewy Proboscis did remisly lie.    
158.00G.391  %XXL./I%+N which as in a gallery this mouse
158.00G.392  Walk'd and survey'd the rooms of this vast house,
158.00G.393  And to the brain, the souls bed-chamber, went,
158.00G.394  And gnaw'd the life cords there; Like a whole town
158.00G.395  Clean undermin'd the slain beast tumbled down,
158.00G.396  With him the murth'rer dies, whom envy sent
158.00G.397  To kill, not scape; for onely he that meant
158.00G.398  To die, did ever kill a man of better roome,
158.00G.399  And thus he made his foe, his prey and tombe:
158.00G.400  Who cares not to turn back, may any whither come. [CW:XLI(miscatch:it's"XLI.")]
158.00G.401  %XXLI./N%+Ext, hous'd this Soul a Wolves yet unborn whelp [p.304]
158.00G.402  Till the best midwife, Nature gave it help
158.00G.403  To issue. It could kill, as soon as goe:
158.00G.404  %1Abel%2, as white, and mild as his sheep were,
158.00G.405  (Who, in that trade, of Church and Kingdomes, there
158.00G.406  Was the first type) was still infested so,
158.00G.407  With this wolfe, that it bred his loss and woe;
158.00G.408  And yet his bitch, his sentinell, attends
158.00G.409  The flock so near, so well warns and defends,
158.00G.410  That the wolfe (hopelesse else) to corrupt her intends.
158.00G.411  %XXLII./H%+E took a course, which since, succesfully,
158.00G.412  Great men have often taken, to espie
158.00G.413  The counsels, or to break the plots of foes,
158.00G.414  To %1Abels%2 tent he stealeth in the dark,
158.00G.415  On whose skirts the bitch slept; ere she could bark,
158.00G.416  Attachd her with strait gripes, yet he call'd those
158.00G.417  Embracements of love, to loves work he goes,
158.00G.418  Where deeds move more then words, nor doth she show,
158.00G.419  Nor much resist, nor needs he straighten so
158.00G.420  His prey, for, were she loose, she would not bark nor go.
158.00G.421  %XXLIII./H%+E hath ingag'd her; his, she wholly bides:
158.00G.422  Who not her own, none others secrets hides.
158.00G.423  If to the flock he come, and %1Abel%2 there,
158.00G.424  She faines hoarse barkings, but she biteth not,
158.00G.425  Her faith is quite, but not her love forgot: [CW:At]
158.00G.426  At last a trap, of which some every where [p.307]
158.00G.427  %1Abel%2 had plac'd, ends all his loss, and fear,
158.00G.428  By the wolves death; and now just time it was
158.00G.429  That a quick soul should give life to that mass
158.00G.430  Of blood in %1Abels%2 bitch, and thither this did pass.
158.00G.431  %XXLIV./S%+Ome have their wives, their sisters some begot,
158.00G.432  But in the lives of Emperours you shall not
158.00G.433  Read of a lust, the which may equal this;
158.00G.434  This wolf begot himself, and finished
158.00G.435  What he began alive, when he was dead.
158.00G.436  Son to himself, and father too, he is
158.00G.437  A ridling lust, for which Schoolmen would miss
158.00G.438  A proper name. The whelp of both these lay 
158.00G.439  In %1Abels%2 tent, and with soft Moaba,
158.00G.440  His sister, being young, it us'd to sport and play.
158.00G.441  %XXLV./H%+E soon for her too harsh, and churlish grew,
158.00G.442  And %1Abel%2 (the dam dead) would use this new
158.00G.443  For the field, being of two kinds thus made,
158.00G.444  He, as his dam, from sheep drove wolves away,
158.00G.445  And as his Sire, he made them his own prey.
158.00G.446  Five years he liv'd, and couzened with his trade,
158.00G.447  Then hopeless that his faults were hid, betrayd
158.00G.448  Himself by flight, and by all followed,
158.00G.449  From dogs, a wolf, from wolves a dog he fled;
158.00G.450  And like a spie to both sides false, he perished.
158.00G.451  %XXLVI./I%+T quickned next, a toyful Ape, and so
158.00G.452  Gamesome it was, that it might freely go
158.00G.453  From tent to tent, and with the children play, [CW:His]
158.00G.454  His organs now so like theirs he doth find, [p.308]
158.00G.455  That why he cannot laugh and speak his mind,
158.00G.456  He wonders. Much with all, most he doth stay
158.00G.457  With %1Adams%2 fift daughter %1Siphatecia%2,
158.00G.458  Doth gaze on her, and where she passeth, pass,
158.00G.459  Gathers her fruits, and tumbles on the grass,
158.00G.460  And wisest of that kind, the first true lover was.
158.00G.461  %XXLVII./H%+E was the first that more desir'd to have 
158.00G.462  One than another; first that ere did crave
158.00G.463  Love by mute signes, and had no power to speak;
158.00G.464  First that could make love faces, or could do
158.00G.465  The valters sombersalts, or us'd to wooe
158.00G.466  With hoiting gambols, his own bones to break
158.00G.467  To make his Mistress merry; or to wreak
158.00G.468  Her anger on himself. Sins against kind
158.00G.469  They easily do, that can let feed their mind
158.00G.470  With outward beauty, beauty they in boyes and beasts do \find.
158.00G.471  %XXLVIII./B%+Y this misled, too low things men have prov'd,
158.00G.472  And too high; beasts and Angels have been lov'd;
158.00G.473  This Ape, though else through-vain, in this was wise,
158.00G.474  He reach'd at things to[sic] high, but open way
158.00G.475  There was, and he knew not she would say nay;
158.00G.476  His toyes prevail not, likelier means he tries,
158.00G.477  He gazeth on her face with tear-shot eyes,
158.00G.478  And up lifts subtly with his russet paw
158.00G.479  Her kidskin apron without fear of[sic] awe
158.00G.480  Of nature, nature hath no goal,[sic] though she hath law. [CW:XLIX(miscatch)]
158.00G.481  %XXLIX./F%+Irst she was silly, and knew not what he meant, [p.309]
158.00G.482  That virtue, by his touches chaf't and spent,
158.00G.483  Succeeds an itchie warmth, that melts her quite,
158.00G.484  She knew not first, nor cares not what he doth,
158.00G.485  And willing half and more, more then half wroth,
158.00G.486  She neither puls nor pushes, but out-right
158.00G.487  Now cries, and now repents; when %1Thelemite%2
158.00G.488  Her brother, entred, and a great stone threw
158.00G.489  After the Ape, who, thus prevented flew.
158.00G.490  This house thus batter'd down, the soul possest a new.
158.00G.491  %XL./A%+Nd whether by this change she lose or win
158.00G.492  [l.c.]she comes out next, where th'Ape would have gon in.
158.00G.493  %1Adam%2 and %1Eve%2 had migled[sic] blouds, and now
158.00G.494  Like Chymiques equal fires, her temperate womb
158.00G.495  Had stew'd and form'd it: and part did become
158.00G.496  A spungie liver, that did richly allow,
158.00G.497  Like a free conduit, on a high hils brow,
158.00G.498  Life-keeping moysture unto every part,
158.00G.499  Part hardned it self to a thicker heart,
158.00G.500  Whose busie furnaces lifes spirits do impart.
158.00G.501  %XLI./A%+Nother part became the Well of sense,
158.00G.502  The tender well-arm'd feeling brain, from whence,
158.00G.503  Those sinew strings which do our bodies tie,
158.00G.504  Are ravel'd out, and fast there by one end,
158.00G.505  Did this Soul limbs, these limbs a soul attend, [CW:and][miscatch]
158.00G.506  And now they joyn'd, keeping some quality [p.310]
158.00G.507  Of every past shape; she knew treachery,
158.00G.508  Rapine, deceit, and lust, and ils enough
158.00G.509  To be a woman. %1Themech%2 she is now,
158.00G.510  Sister and wife to %1Cain%2, %1Cain%2 that first did plow.
158.00G.511  %XLII./W%+Ho ere thou beest that read'st this sullen Writ
158.00G.512  Which just so much courts thee; as thou dost it,
158.00G.513  Let me arrest thy thoughts; wonder with me
158.00G.514  Why plowing, building, ruling and the rest,
158.00G.515  Or most of those arts, whence our lives are blest,
158.00G.516  By cursed %1Cains%2 race invented be,
158.00G.517  And blest %1Seth%2 vext us with Astronomy.
158.00G.518  There's nothing simply good, nor ill alone,
158.00G.519  Of every quality comparison
158.00G.520  The only measure is, and judge Opinion.
158.00G.0SS  %1The end of the Progress of the Soul%2. /[horiz. line across page]
158.00G.0$$  %1Ll. 40, 110, 120, 170, 200, 210, 220, 230, 250, 260, 270, 280, 300, 310, 320, 330, 350, 360, 370, 380, 
390, 410, 420, 430, 450, 460, 480, 490, 500, 510, 520 ind; [?] = in shadow (gutter) on mf(CtY); [...] = not clear on mf(CtY); 
52 10-l. sts separated by space & numbered with cap Roman numerals centered above each st & followed by a period; each
st begins with a drop-cap, the first one being inside a printer's device, 4 ll. deep; p. 291 is mislabeled "191"%2. l.416: there 
might be an apostrophe before the "d" in "Attachd"--there's room for it, but too faint.