The Glorious Lover, Book 1 · Chapter 3
CHAP. III.
Shewing how upon the arrival of the glorious Prince, th… Vice-Roy of that Country contrived in a barbarous maner to take away his Life. And of the horrid Maſſacre that fell out upon it in the Town of Bethlehem. And how the Prince eſcaped and fled nto Egypt. Alſo diſcovering how the Creature he came; to be a ſuiter to was preingaged by the black King to the Monſter o… def…rmity, a Baſtard of his own begetting, calle… Luſt. And of the great and fearful battel that fell ou… between the Prince of Light, and Apollyon Prince of Darkneſs; and how Apollyon was over-come and, after three amazing Incounters, forc'd t… fly.
THough Goodneſs ſtill's oppos'd by envious Hate▪
Vertue (like Palms) thrives by th' oppreſſing weight▪
Our Princes Welcome is in part expreſt,
But what enſues is worſe than all the reſt.
Of his ſad uſage further I'le declare,
And the curs'd cruel Foes he met with there.
No ſooner flutt'ring Fame the news had told
Of his arrive; and that ſome Seers of old
(Heralds of Fate) proclaim'd him on Record
To be a high-born Prince, and mighty Lord:
But preſently the Voyce-Roy of that Land
Was fill'd with Indignation on each hand;
Fearing, 'tis like, he might depoſed be,
Or much diminiſht in his Dignitie;
That this great ſtranger might aſſume his Crown,
Or quite eclipſe his periſhing Renown.
For when the Sun doth riſe and ſhine ſo clear,
The Moon and Stars do all ſtraight diſappear.
Not knowing what ſtrange evils might ariſe;
He therefore did a bloody Plot deviſe.
Such was his Rage and undeſerved ſpight,
He needs would butcher this ſweet Lamb of Light;
Who though to none he thought one dram of ill,
Yet he reſolves his precious Blood to ſpill:
But failing of one Treacherous Deſign,
He and his Gang do in a worſe combine:
Which was by ſtrict Inquiries for to hear,
When this bright Star did firſt to men appear?
That ſo he might exactly know the Day
When he arriv'd, and in a Manger lay.
Which known, to make all ſure he ſtraight contrives
To ſacrifice a thouſand harmleſs Lives,
And kill the Males, yea every one of them
Which had been born in famous Bethlehem,
From two years old or under, ever ſince
The late prediction of this new-born Prince.
Judging this way ('tis like) might be the beſt
To cut off him, unknown, amongſt the reſt.
Which horrid Maſſacre he brought to paſs,
And one more bloody ſure there never was:
If Circumſtances were but weighed well,
Both what they were, and why that day they fell
On the poor Babes; they no compaſſion have,
But hurle them from the Cradle to the Grave.
The weeping Mothers rais'd a ſwelling flood
Of their own tears, mixt with their Childrens blood;
In every ſtreet are heard moſt diſmal Cries,
Be wailing thoſe untimely Obſequies:
As had been propheſied long before,
By Rachel's moans, refuſing to give o're,
She ſighs, and weeps, and has no comfort got,
Becauſe her hopeful Children now are not.
Great was the ſlaughter; yet their hopes were croſt,
The precious Prey theſe raging Blood-hounds loſt:
For th' Prince of Peace had notice of this thing,
And fled to Egypt from this wrathful King;
And there remaining, graciouſly was fed,
Until this Savage Murderer was dead.
And when he heard what had that wretch befel,
He haſtned back to'th Land of Iſrael.
But news being brought of Archilaus's Raign,
Soon found it needful to remove again.
So being warn'd of God, to Galilee
He turn'd aſide; and there at preſent we
Shall leave him, whilſt we may more fully hear
The great deſign of this his coming there.
Some poſſibly may ſay, was't not to take
Unto himſelf a Kingdom, and ſo make
Himſelf Renowned, Great and very High,
Above each Prince and Earthly Monarchy?
…
Was't not to take the Crowns of every King,
And all their Glory to the Duſt to bring,
To ſet their Diadems on his own head,
That ſo the Nations might be better led?
Was't not to take Revenge upon his Foes,
And grind to Powder all that him oppoſe?
Was it not to commence his glorious Raign,
That ſo he might the pride of Nations ſtain?
Herod, tis like, as you before did hear,
Such things might dream, and it might vainly fear:
But wholly groundleſs: for (alas) he came
Not as a King to puniſh, but a Lamb,
To offer up in ſacrifice his Life,
To put an end to all tormenting ſtrife,
And only gain a poor, but long'd-for Wife.
His ſole deſign, I told you, it was Love,
'Twas that alone which brought him from above,
Theſe hardſhips, and theſe pains to undergo,
And many more, which yet we have to ſhow:
For theſe are nothing, in compariſon
Of thoſe which muſt be told e…re we have done.
He in thoſe parts had been but thirty year,
And little had he don that we can he…r
About obtaining of the Creatures love,
But gloriouſly did then the matter move,
Unto the Soul, who little did it mind,
For ſhe (alas) was otherwiſe inclin…d:
For the Black King that had uſurp'd that Land,
An Ill ſhapt Baſtard had, of proud command,
Whom having dreſt up in a much Gallantry,
He did appear ſo pleaſant in her Eye,
That he before had her affections won,
And in her heart eſtabliſhed his Throne;
Though he deſign'd no leſs than to betray
And murder her in an infidious way:
Of which the ſilly Soul was not aware,
But fondly blind could not diſcern the ſnare.
Too like (alas) to many now a dayes,
Whom fawning, words and flattery betrays.
This Imp of Darkneſs, and firſt-born of Hell
Transform'd by Witchcra…, and a curſed Spell,
Like a brisk gawdy Gallant now appears,
And ſtill falſe locks, and borrowed Garments wears:
Then boldly ſets upon her, and with ſtrong
And ſweet lip'd Rhetorick of a Courtly tongue
Salutes her Ears, and doth each way diſcover
The Amorous Language of a wanton Lover.
He ſmiles, he toyes, and now and then lets fly
Imperious glances from his luſtful Eye;
Adorns her Orient Neck with Penly charms,
And with rich Bracelets decks her Ivory Arms:
Boaſts the extent of his Imperial Power,
And offers Wealth and worldly pleaſure to her.
Jocund he ſeem'd, and full of ſprightly Mirth,
And the poor Soul never inquir'd his Birth.
She lik'd his Face, but dream't not of the Dart
Wherewith he waited to transfix her Heart.
There is no foe to ſuch a Dalilaw,
As pretends love, yet ready is to draw
The Poyſonous Spear, and with a treacherous kiſs
Bereaves the Soul of everlaſting Bliſs.
If you would know this treacherous Monſter's name
(As you before have heard from whence he came)
'Tis he by whom thouſands deceiv'd have bin,
Heav'ns foe, and Satan's curſed Off-ſpring, SIN.
A violater of all Righteous Laws,
And one that ſtill to all Uncleaneſs draws;
Author of Whored omes, Perjuries, Diſorders,
Thefts, Rapines, Blood, Idolatries, and Murders.
From whom all Plagues, and all Diſeaſes flow!
And Death it ſelf to him his be'ng doth ow.
This Monſter of Pollution, the undone
Poor Soul too long had been enamour'd on;
And by the Craft his Sire Apollyon lent,
Doubted not to obtain her full Conſent.
But when Apollyon ſaw this Prince of Peace,
His wrathfull ſpight againſt him did encreaſe:
So brave a Rival he could not endure,
But ſought all means his Ruine to procure.
Shall I, ſaith he, thus loſe my hop'd-for prey,
See my Deſigns all blaſted in one day,
Which I have carried on from Age to Age,
With deepeſt Policy, and fierceſt Rage?
My utmoſt Stratagems I firſt will try,
And rather on the very Spot Ile dye.
Thus Helliſhly reſolv'd, he does prepare
Straight to commence the bold and Impious War,
And now the ſharp Encounter does begin
A Fight ſo fierce no eye had ever ſeen,
Nor ſhall hereafter ere behold agen.
But firſt be pleas'd to take a proſpect here,
Of the two Combatants as they appear:
The firſt a Perſon of Celeſtial Race,
Lovely his ſhape, ineffable his Face;
The frown with which he ſtruck the trembling Fiend
All ſmiles of humane Beauty did tranſcend:
His head's with Glory arm'd, and his ſtrong hand
No power of Earth or Hell can long withſtand.
He heads the mighty Hoſts in Heav'n above,
And all on Earth, who do Jehovah love.
His Camp's ſo great, they many millions are,
With whom no one for Courage may compare,
They are all choſen men, and cloath'd in white,
Ah! to behold them, what a lovely ſight
Is it! And yet more grave and lovely far
To joyn and make one in this Holy War.
The other was a King of Courage bold,
But very grim and ghaſtly to behold;
Great was his power, yet his garb did ſhow
Sad Symptoms of a former overthrow:
But now recruited with a numerous Train,
Arm'd with diſpair, he tempts his fate again.
Under his Banner the black Regiments fight,
And all the Wicked Troops which hate the light:
His Voluntiers are ſpread from North to South,
And flaming Sulphur belches from his Mouth.
Such was the grand Importance of their ſight,
It did all eyes on Earth and Heaven invite
To be ſpectators, and attention lend:
So much did ne're on any Field depend;
No not Pharſalia's Plains, where Caeſar fought,
And the Worlds Empire at one conqueſt caught.
Alas, the Iſſue of that famous Fray,
May not compare with this more fatal Day.
Should the Black monſtrous Tyrant Prince prevail,
The Hearts and hopes of all man-kind muſt fail:
But above all, ſhe who caus'd their conteſt
Would be more miſerable than all the reſt;
Shee, ſhe, poor ſoul! for ever were undone,
And never would have help from any one;
Twas for Her ſake alone the War begun.
Some fabulous Writers tell a wonderous ſtory,
And give I know not what St. George the Glory
Of reſcuing bravely a diſtreſſed Maid
From a ſtrange Dragon, by his Generous aid.
This I am ſure our bleſſed Captain fought
With a fierce Dragon, and Salvation wrought
For her, who elſe had been devoured quite
By that Old Serpents ſubtility and ſpight.
But now tis time their Combate to diſplay
Behold the Warriers ready in Array.
Apollyon well ſtor'd with crafty wit
Long time had waited for a ſeaſon fit,
That ſo he might ſome great advantage get.
And knowing well the Prince of Light had faſted
Ful forty days, then preſently he haſted
To give him Battle, and a Challenge makes,
Which no leſs cheerfully Chriſt undertakes.
The King of Darkneſs the firſt onſet gave,
Thinking his foe to ſtartle, or out-brave.
He flung at him a very cruel Dart,
And aym'd to hit him juſt upon the Heart.
He'd have him doubt or queſtion, if twere ſo?
Whether he were the Son of God or no?
But the bleſt Lord did uſe his Sword ſo well,
That down the others weapons ſtraight way fell:
It made him reel, and forc'd him back to ſtand,
And beat his Lance at once out of his hand.
At which this diſappointed wrathful King
Doth gnaſh his threatning teeth, and ſhews his ſting;
Is mad and foams, and fain the Dog would bite:
He ſwells like to a Toad, enough to fright
A mortal man, on him to caſt an eye
And then breaks out with ſad and hideous cry.
Apollyon King of Darkneſs.
Shall I be foiled thus? or thus give o're,
Whom never any could yet ſtand before?
Have not the Mighty fallen by my hand,
Enforc'd to yeild to me in every Land?
Whole Kingdoms (Sir) have trucled to my pow'r▪
If once I'm mov'd, Millions I can devour.
Nay, with one ſtroke, thou very well doſt know,
I all the World at once did overthrow.
My very Name is frightful unto all,
Who trembling fly, if I upon them fall.
My voyce is like unto a mighty Thunder▪
And with a word I keep the Nations under.
See how they faint, and ſhrink, and ſhreek for fear,
If of my coming once they do but hear:
They quiver all, and like a Leaf do ſhake,
And dare not ſtand when I approaches make.
Beſides all this, much more I have to boaſt:
Which of the Champions of thy Earthly Hoſt
Have I not overcome, and put to flight?
None ever able were with me to fight.
Noah that Servant (Holy Juſt) of thine,
I did o'recome by'th juce of his own Vine:
And Righteous Lot I next may reckon up,
A Trophy unto my victorious Cup,
Whereby he into Inceſt fell two Times:
And theſe thou know'ſt are no Inferiour Crimes▪
Thy Jacob too, though he could wreſtle well,
Yet by my Arm moſt grievouſly he fell:
And ſo likewiſe did his moſt Zealous Mother:
By Lies I made him to ſupplant his Brother.
Joſeph for thee, although he was ſincere,
I quickly taught by Pharoah's Life to ſwear.
And Judah, from whoſe Loins thou doſt proceed,
I worſted much, do but the Story read.
Moſes himſelf, thy Captain Generall,
By me receiv'd a ſhrew'd and diſmal fall,
Although ſo meek, when I did him engage,
I mov'd him into paſſion and great rage,
By which I did ſo vex his troubl'd mind,
That he could not the Land of Promiſe find.
Sampſon was very ſtrong, I know, yet he
Was overcome by Dalilah and me.
And David, though a King, and moſt devout,
Suſtain'd by me almoſt a total Rout;
Although he slew a Lyon, and a Bear,
And my Goliah likewiſe would not ſpare,
But with his ſling that Champion did deſtroy,
Who did the Camp of Iſrael annoy:
For all theſe mighty Acts, when once I came
To try his ſtrength, I brought him unto ſhame:
The people numbred, and his God forſaken,
By Adult'ry and Murder over-taken.
And Solomon, a mighty King and wiſe,
Did I by force and ſubtilety ſurprize;
I planted for him ſuch a curious Net,
As ſoon Intangled his unwary feet;
Strange Womens charms withdrew his heart from thee
To doting Luſt, and curs'd Idolatrie.
The time would fail me, ſhould I number all
The Noble Worthies, I have caus'd to fall.
Ne're any yet upon the Earth did dwell,
But by my conquering ſword they vanquiſht fell.
And thinkſt thou, Man, that I to thee will yield,
When sleſht with Vict'ories, baſely quit the Field.
Miſtake not thus, Ile have the other blow,
I want no ſtrength nor Courage thou ſhalt know.
Prince of Light.
Thy pride, Apollyon, and thy Helliſh Rage,
Long ſince thy utter Downfal did preſage.
Vain are thy Boaſts, theſe Rants no good will doe,
I know thou art a cowardly bragging Foe.
Forbear with Lies my Servants to condemn,
'Twere only foils, not falls, thou gaveſt them.
Lurking in Secret, thou didſt treacherouſly
At unawares ſometimes upon them fly;
But rallying ſtraight they did renew the Fight,
Quencht all thy Darts, and ſoon put thee to ſlight:
And now beyond thy reach, in full renown,
For their reward, enjoy an endleſs Crown.
And though on ſome thou haſt prevail'd too far,
With me thou art unable to wage War.
'Tis for their ſakes that forth my wrath is ſpread;
Thou bruisdſt their Heels, but I will bruiſe thy Head.
Apollyon.
Stop there I pray, let's try the other Bout,
And ſee if thou canſt me ſo quickly rout.
I am reſolv'd my utmoſt force to try,
For all my hopes I find at Stake do ly:
E're I'le be baffled thus, and loſe my Prey,
Upon thy back ſtill ſharper Strokes I'le lay.
Prince of Light.
What is the Cauſe thou art ſo furious now,
And thus on me doſt bend thy Brazen brow?
What is thy fear? why doſt thou rage? or why
Doſt tremble thus, and look ſo gaſhfully?
Why doth thy fading Colour come and go?
Speak, Helliſh Fiend! what I command thee, do.
Apollyon.
Great Reaſon's for't; I partly underſtand
The Cauſe why thou art come into this Land:
And having found what thy intentions are,
Needs muſt the ſame me terrify and ſcare.
I do perceive what did thee chiefly move
To leave the Glory which thou hadſt above;
'Twas love that thou didſt to a Creature bear,
Which unto me in truth is very dear;
And I will make my gliſtering Spear to bend,
E're I to thee in this will condeſcend;
Before I will her loſe, I'le tear and roar,
And all Infernal Pow'rs I will Implore,
That I Aſſiſtance of them may obtain,
Againſt a Foe I do ſo much diſdain.
Prince of Light.
But why ſhould this ſtir up thy helliſh rage,
If I in love am moved to engage
The precious Soul, and her betroth to me,
What wrong can that (vile monſter) do to thee?
Thy horrid pride hath wrought thy overthrow,
And thou wouldſt fain have her be damned too.
But know this Match in Heav'n's made, & thy hand
Can not prevent nor break this Sacred Band.
Apollyon.
She's preingag'd to one, whom I do Love,
And I concern'd am; for 'twas I did move
The queſtion to her, did firſt the Contract make,
And I'm reſolv'd ſhe never ſhall it break.
The party too is my own offspring dear,
And I to him moſt true Affections bear:
And reaſon there is for't, 'twas he alone
Founded my Kingdom, and firſt rais'd my Throne.
'Tis he who every where doth for me ſtand,
Yea and maintains my Cauſe in every Land.
My Subjects he brings in both great and ſmall;
Without his Aid ſoon would my Kingdom fall.
And if this contract ſhould be broke, I ſee
But little Service more can he do me.
Blame me not therefore, if I grow inrag'd,
And thus in furious battel am engag'd.
Prince of Light.
Thou canſt not hide from me thy curſt deſign,
Moſt horrid hatred is that love of thine.
Thou ſeek'ſt her life, her blood, nought elſe will do
But her moſt deſperate final overthrow.
I likewiſe ſee how the ſad game is laid,
How ſhe by treacherous Loves to Sin's betraid:
But I that League reſolve to break aſunder,
Diſſolve your Charms, & quickly bring thee under;
Although I know thou art a Son of Thunder.
I'le ſpoyl all your deſigns, and make appear
That only I that Soul do love moſt dear.
I'le ſpill my deareſt blood upon the Ground,
But your Infernal Plots I will confound.
I am her friend, and will ſo faithful prove,
That all ſhall ſay I'm worthy of her love.
My Life is in my hand. I le lay it down
E're ſhe ſhall miſs of the Eternal Crown.
Thou damned art, and wouldſt (I fully know)
Bring her into the ſame eternal wo:
But know, vile Fiend, 'tis more than thou canſt do,
Unleſs thou can'ſt this day prevail o're me,
Thoſe dreadful Torments ſhe ſhall never ſee.
At this Apollyon's parched Lips did quiver,
Theſe words, like darts, ſtruck through his heart and liver,
He gnaw'd his very tongue for pain and wo,
And ſtampt, and foam'd, and knew not what to do,
Till e're a while, like to a Lyon bold,
Upon his Spear he furiouſly takes hold,
And doth the ſecond time the Lord engage,
With greater violence and fiercer rage.
As when loud Thunder roars, and rends the Skie,
Or murdering Cannons let their Bullets fly:
So did he cauſe as 'twere the Earth to quake,
When he at him the ſecond time did make;
And by the force of his permitted power,
Snatches him up, as if he would devour
Him, like the prey which hungry Lyons eat;
But not prevailing, down he did him ſet
Upon a Pinacle 'oth Temple high,
And then again upon him does let fly:
But finding he no hurt to him could do,
He ſtrives him headlong down from thence to throw
Pretending if he were ſo great an one,
His foot could not be daſht againſt a Stone.
But then our Prince did draw his Sword again,
Not doubting in the leaſt he ſhould obtain
Another victory againſt this foe;
And did indeed give him ſo great a blow,
That he fell down, being forced to give ore,
And ſhamefully retreated, as before,
Now would one think the Battel quite were done,
And time for the black Prince away to run:
But he reviv'd, and did freſh Courage take;
As men would do, when all doth ly at ſtake,
And a third Battel was reſolv'd to ſee,
What ere the fatal Conſequence might be.
Apollyon now to his laſt ſhift was driven,
Almoſt of all his Magazine bereaven.
But one poor Weapon more he had to try;
If worſted there, reſolved was to fly.
And here indeed God ſuffer'd him once more
To take him up, as he had done before.
Ah! twas a ſight moſt diſmal to behold,
What foe was e're thus impudently bold!
That ſo was bafled, forced to retreat,
And found his Enemie too wiſe and great
A thouſand times for him, yet would eſſay
By force of Arms to carry him away.
Don't Heaven and Earth, and all amazed ſtand
To ſee the Prince of Light in Satan's hand,
Or rather in his Arms carry'd on high,
As if he would have kill'd him ſecretly;
But on a mighty Mountain him he ſet,
Hoping he might ſome great advantage get;
A cunning Stratagem he did deviſe,
Thinking thereby our Saviour to ſurprize,
And him 'orecome by ſubtile Policy,
And that was to preſent unto his Eye
The Glory of this World, the only Snare
By which poor Mortals often ruin'd are.
This Helliſh Prince is full of Craft and Wiles,
And with's inventions all the World beguiles.
From him the Politick Achitophel,
And our more modern famous Machiavel,
With other States-men learn't their puzling Arts
To plague the World, that Science he imparts,
To imbroil Nat'ions, and cheat honeſt Hearts.
Sly Stratagems in War, moſt wiſe men know
Have oft prevail'd, where Force no good could do.
The Walls ſometimes of Caſtles down do fall,
When n'ere a Bullet hath been ſhot at all,
Unleſs diſcharged from a Silver Gun;
Thouſands (alas!) this way have been undone.
Strong Citties Gates (we know) have open'd been
With Golden Keyes, and Enemies let in,
Which force nor ſtrength could ne're have made to fly,
Nor been broke down by fierceſt Battery.
The Maxime's true, which frequently we read,
That Policy doth very far exceed
The Strength and pow'r of great & haughty Kings;
And to ſubjection mighty Nations brings.
But all the Strength, nor Craft, nor power either,
Which Satan hath with all his fiends together,
Could with this Glorious Lord prevail i'th leaſt,
Who hath the ſtrength of Heaven to aſſiſt,
And was himſelf Omnipotent in power:
Doth Satan think he can a God devour?
Can fading Glories of vile Earth intice,
Or break his purpoſe off, when Paradiſe
Could not upon him any Influence have,
To turn his love from her he came to ſave?
How ſoon deep Policy is overthrown,
And crafty fraud to fooliſh madneſs come!
Art thou, Apollyon, ſuch a wretched Sot?
Haſt thou no other Bait, nor weapon got?
Is this thy wit, and can'ſt thou do no more
Than give him that which was his own before?
How prodigal thou ſeem'ſt? wilt thou beſtow
At once on him all Kingdomes here below?
What then will all thy flattered Subjects do?
If thus thou raſhly giv'ſt them all away,
What wilt thou do thy ſelf another day?
What! is poor Soul worth more than all the world?
That all thou haſt ſhall thus away be hurld,
Rather then thou of Soul would'ſt be bereav'd?
'Tis time for her to ſee ſhe ben't deceiv'd.
What! all the Kingdoms of the world! Pray who
Did give them all, or any unto you?
Ah! what a Traytor's here! Is't not a ſhame
Before thy Soveraign's face to make a Claim
Unto thoſe Kingdoms, where thou haſt no right?
Thou know'ſt they do belong to'th Prince of light.
Thine if thou call'ſt them, 'tis by Uſurpation,
No other right haſt thou to any Nation.
But we diſcourſe too long: behold a ſight,
Apollyon rallies all his ſcattered might.
Now nothing elſe than a full Conqueſt will
The haughty Wretch his wild Ambition fill.
How fain would he Majeſtick Steps have trod,
And worſhip'd be, nay worſhip'd by a God?
But the wiſe Prince of Light doth ſtraight advance
To check his bold and vain Extravagance,
Declares his pow'r, and ſhakes the awfull Rod;
Thou ſhalt not (what?) tempt (who?) the Lord thy God?
This well-plac'd ſtroak did Satan quite confound;
He cannot ſtay, yet's loth to quit the ground.
But ſeeing that he needs muſt now be gone;
Looks back, and grins, and howling, thus goes on.
Apollyon.
Although I find thou art for me too ſtrong,
Yet I'le revenged be, for all the wrong
I have ſuſtain'd, either on thee or thine;
For which the powers of Hell ſhall all combine,
T' engage thee in another ſort of Fight,
Although at preſent I am bafled quite.
Moreover, this I further have to ſay,
So long as thou doſt in this Country ſtay,
Be ſure of troubles thou ſhalt have thy fill,
I'le ſett my Servants on thee, and they will,
By help from me, add ſorrows to thy dayes,
Strew all thy Paths with Throns, and croſs thy ways.
I'le render thee as odious as I can,
That thou mayſt be diſown'd by every man.
What I, and all Infernal Powers can do,
To make thee miſerable, or o'rethrow
The great Deſign, which thou art come about,
We are reſolved now to work it out.
And though thou thinkſt this Soul for to obtain,
I tell thee now I have her in my Chain;
And doubt not but I there ſhall hold her faſt,
Till tired out, thy love be over-paſt.
Nay let me tell thee further in thine Ear,
She unto thee doth perfect hatred bear:
Thee, nor thy Portion doth ſhe like at all,
Although for her thou doſt thy ſelf inthrall,
And into Troubles and afflictions bring:
What wiſe man ever would do ſuch a thing?
What love, where thou no love art like to have,
Tho thou the ſame a thouſand times ſhouldſt Crave?
If this proves not moſt true, then me you ſhall
The Father of Lies hereafter Juſtly call.
Boaſt not this Conqueſt, though I go my way,
I'le meet the better Arm'd another day.
A hideous Clapy of Thunder then was heard,
And ſtreight the curſed Spirit diſappeard.