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158.00E.HE1 %XTHE /%XPROGRESSE /%XOF THE SOULE. /%X%1First Song%2.
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158.00E.001 %XI./I%+ Sing the progresse of a deathlesse/ soule,
158.00E.002 Whom Fate, which God made, but/ doth not controule,
158.00E.003 Plac'd in most shapes; all times be-/fore the law
158.00E.004 Yoak'd us, and when, and since, in this I sing,
158.00E.005 And the great world t'his aged evening,
158.00E.006 From infant morn, through manly noon I draw,
158.00E.007 What the cold Chaldee, or silver Persian saw,
158.00E.008 Greek brasse, or Roman iron, 'is in this one;
158.00E.009 A work to'outweare %1Seths%2 pillars, brick and stone,
158.00E.010 And (holy writ excepted) made to yeeld to none.
158.00E.011 %XII./T%+Hee, eye of Heaven, this great Soul envies not,
158.00E.012 By thy male force, is all we have begot.
158.00E.013 In the first East, thou now beginst to shine,
158.00E.014 Suck'st early balme, and Iland spices there, [CW:And]
158.00E.015 And wilt anon in thy loose-rein'd careere [p.294]
158.00E.016 At Tagus, Po, Sene, Thames, and Danow dine,
158.00E.017 And see at night thy Western land of Mine,
158.00E.018 Yet hast thou not more Nations seen then shee,
158.00E.019 That before thee one day began to be,
158.00E.020 And thy fraile light being quench'd, shall long, long\ (outlive thee.
158.00E.021 %XIII./N%+Or holy %1Ianus%2 in whose soveraign boate
158.00E.022 The Church, and all the Monarchies did floate;
158.00E.023 That swimming Colledge, and free Hospitall
158.00E.024 Of all mankinde, that Cage and vivary
158.00E.025 Of fowles, and beasts, in whose wombe, Destiny
158.00E.026 Us, and our latest nephewes did install
158.00E.027 (From thence are all deriv'd, that fill this All)
158.00E.028 Didst thou in that great stewardship embark
158.00E.029 So diverse shapes into that floating park,
158.00E.030 As have been moved, and inform'd by this heavenly\ (spark.
158.00E.031 %XIV./G%+Reat Destiny the Commissary of God,
158.00E.032 That hast mark'd out a path and period
158.00E.033 For every thing, who, where we off-spring tooke,
158.00E.034 Our ways and ends, seest at one instant. Thou
158.00E.035 Knot of all causes, thou whose changelesse brow
158.00E.036 Ne'r smiles nor frownes, o%C vouchsafe thou to look
158.00E.037 And shew my story, in thy eternall book.
158.00E.038 That (if my prayer be fit) I may understand
158.00E.039 So much my self, as to know with what hand,
158.00E.040 How scant, or liberall this my lifes race is spand. [CW:V.]
158.00E.041 %XV./T%+O my sixe lusters almost now out-wore, [p.295]
158.00E.042 Except thy booke owe me so many more,
158.00E.043 Except my legend be free from the letts
158.00E.044 Of steep ambition, sleepy poverty,
158.00E.045 Spirit quenching sicknesse, dull captivity,
158.00E.046 Distracting businesse, and from beauties nets,
158.00E.047 And all that cals[sic] from this, and t'others whets,
158.00E.048 O let me not launch out, but let me save
158.00E.049 Th'expence of brain and spirit; that my grave
158.00E.050 His right and due, a whole unwasted man may have.
158.00E.051 %XVI./B%+Ut if my dayes be long, and good enough,
158.00E.052 In vaine this sea shall enlarge, or enrough
158.00E.053 It selfe; for I will through the wave, and fome,
158.00E.054 And hold in sad lone ways, a lively spright
158.00E.055 Make my darke heavy Poem light, and light.
158.00E.056 For though through many straights, & lands I roam,
158.00E.057 I launch at Paradise, and I saile towards home;
158.00E.058 The course I there began, shall here be staid,
158.00E.059 Sailes hoised there, stroke here, and Anchors laid
158.00E.060 In Thames, w%5ch%6 were at Tygris, & Euphrates waid.
158.00E.061 %XVII./F%+Or the great soule which here amongst us now
158.00E.062 Doth dwell, and moves that hand, and tongue, &/ (brow,
158.00E.063 W%5ch%6 as the Moone the sea moves us, to heare
158.00E.064 Whose story, with long patience you will long;
158.00E.065 (For 'tis the crown, and last straine of my song)
158.00E.066 This soule to whom %1Luther%2 and %1Mahomet%2 were [CW:Prisons]
158.00E.067 Prisons of flesh; this soule which oft did teare, [p.296]
158.00E.068 And mend the wracks of th'Empire, and late Rome,
158.00E.069 And liv'd when every great change did come,
158.00E.070 Had first in Paradise, a low, but fatall roome.
158.00E.071 %XVIII./Y%+Et no low room, nor then the greatest, lesse,
158.00E.072 If (as devout and sharp men fitly guesse)
158.00E.073 That Crosse, our joy, and griefe, (where nailes did tie
158.00E.074 That All, which always was all, every where,
158.00E.075 Which could not sinne, and yet all sinnes did beare;
158.00E.076 Which could not die, yet could not chuse but die;)
158.00E.077 Stood in the selfe-same room in Calvary,
158.00E.078 Where first grew the forbidden learned tree,
158.00E.079 For on that tree hung in securitie
158.00E.080 This soule made by the Makers will from pulling\ (free.
158.00E.081 %XIX./P%+Rince of the Orchard, faire as dawning morn,
158.00E.082 Fenc'd with the law, and ripe as soon as born
158.00E.083 That apple grew, which this soule did enlive
158.00E.084 Till the then climing serpent, that now creeps
158.00E.085 For that offence, for which all mankinde weeps,
158.00E.086 Took it, and t'her whom the first man did wive
158.00E.087 (Whom and her race, onely forbiddings drive)
158.00E.088 He gave it, she, t'her husband, both did eate;
158.00E.089 So perished the eaters, and the meat,
158.00E.090 And we (for treason taints the bloud) thence die &\ (sweat.
158.00E.091 %XX[no#period]/M%+An all at once was there by woman slain,
158.00E.092 And one by one we'are here slain o'r again [CW:By]
158.00E.093 By them. The mother poysoned the well-head, [p.297]
158.00E.094 The daughters here corrupt us, Rivolets,
158.00E.095 No smalness scapes, no greatnesse breaks their nets,
158.00E.096 She thrust us out, and by them we are led
158.00E.097 Astray, from turning, to whence we are fled.
158.00E.098 Were prisoners judges, 'twould seem rigorous,
158.00E.099 She sinn'd, we bear; part of our pain is, thus
158.00E.100 To love them, whose fault to this painful love yoak'd\ (us.
158.00E.101 %XXI./S%+O fast in us doth this corruption grow,
158.00E.102 That now we dare aske why we should be so,
158.00E.103 Would God (disputes the curious Rebell) make
158.00E.104 A law, and would not have it kept? Or can
158.00E.105 His creatures will crosse his? Of every man
158.00E.106 For one, will God (and be just) vengeance take?
158.00E.107 Who sinn'd? 'twas not forbidden to the Snake
158.00E.108 Nor her, who was not then made; nor is't writ
158.00E.109 That %1Adam%2 cropt, or knew the Apple, yet
158.00E.110 The worm, and she, and he, and we endure for it.
158.00E.111 %XXII./B%+Ut snatch me heavenly Spirit, from this vain
158.00E.112 Reckoning their vanity, lesse is their gain
158.00E.113 Then hazard still to meditate on ill,
158.00E.114 Though with good mind, their reasons like those\ (toyes
158.00E.115 Of glassie bubbles, which the gamesome boyes
158.00E.116 Stretch to so nice a thinnesse through a quill,
158.00E.117 That they themselves break, and do themselves spil,
158.00E.118 Arguing is heretiques game, and Exercise
158.00E.119 As wrastlers perfects them; Not liberties
158.00E.120 Of speech, but silence; hands, not tongues, end\ (heresies. [CW:XIII.]
158.00E.121 %XXIII./J%+Ust in that instant when the serpents gripe [p.298]
158.00E.122 Broke the sleight veines, and tender conduit pipe,
158.00E.123 Through which this soul fro%M the trees root did draw
158.00E.124 Life, and growth to this Apple, fled away,
158.00E.125 This loose soule, old, one and another day.
158.00E.126 As lightning, which one scarce dares say, he saw,
158.00E.127 'Tis so soon gone, (and better proofe the law
158.00E.128 Of sense, then faith requires) swiftly she flew
158.00E.129 T'a dark and foggy Plot; Her, her fates threw
158.00E.130 There through th'earthpores, & in a Pla%Mt hous'd her\ (anew.
158.00E.131 %XXIV./T%+He plant thus abled, to it selfe did force
158.00E.132 A place, where no place was; by natures course
158.00E.133 As aire from water, water fleets away
158.00E.134 From thicker bodies, by this root throng'd so
158.00E.135 His spungy confines gave him place to grow:
158.00E.136 Just as in our streets, when the people stay
158.00E.137 To see the Prince and so fill up the way
158.00E.138 That weesels scarce could passe, whe%M she comes nere
158.00E.139 They throng, and cleave up, and a passage cleare,
158.00E.140 As if for that time their round bodies flatned were.
158.00E.141 %XXV./H%+Is right Arm he thrust out towards the East,
158.00E.142 Westward his left; th'ends did themselves digest
158.00E.143 Into ten lesser strings, these fingers were:
158.00E.144 And as a slumberer stretching on his bed;
158.00E.145 This way he this, and that way scattered
158.00E.146 His other legge, which feet with toes up beare; [CW:Grew]
158.00E.147 Grew on his middle part, the first day, haire, [p.299]
158.00E.148 To show, that in loves businesse he should still
158.00E.149 A dealer be, and be us'd, well or ill:
158.00E.150 His apples kindle; his leaves, force of conception kil.
158.00E.151 %XXVI./A%+ Mouth but dumbe, he hath; blind eyes, deafe/ (eares,
158.00E.152 And to his shoulders dangle subtile hairs;
158.00E.153 A young %1Colossus%2 there he stands upright,
158.00E.154 And as that ground by him were conquered,
158.00E.155 A leafie garland weares he on his head
158.00E.156 Enchas'd with little fruits, so red and bright
158.00E.157 That for them you would call your loves lips white,
158.00E.158 So, of alone[sic] unhaunted place possest
158.00E.159 Did this soules second Inne, built by the guest
158.00E.160 This living buried man, this quiet mandrake, rest.
158.00E.161 %XXVII./N%+O lustfull woman came this plant to grieve,
158.00E.162 But 'twas because there was none yet but Eve:
158.00E.163 And she (with other purpose) kill'd it quite;
158.00E.164 Her sinne had now brought in infirmities,
158.00E.165 And so her cradled child, the moist-red eyes
158.00E.166 Had never shut, nor slept since it saw light,
158.00E.167 Poppy she knew, she knew the mandrakes might;
158.00E.168 And tore up both, and so coold her childs blood;
158.00E.169 Unvertuous weeds might long unvex'd have stood;
158.00E.170 But hee's short liv'd, that with his death can doe/ (most good.
158.00E.171 %XXVIII./T%+O an unfetter'd souls quick nimble haste
158.00E.172 Are falling starres, and hearts thoughts, but slow\ (pac'd: [CW:Thinner]
158.00E.173 Thinner then burnt aire flies this soule, and she [p.300]
158.00E.174 Whom four new coming, and four parting Suns
158.00E.175 Had found, and left the Mandrakes tenant, runs
158.00E.176 Thoughtlesse of change, when her firm destiny
158.00E.177 Confin'd, and enjail'd her, that seem'd so free,
158.00E.178 Into a small blew shell, the which a poor
158.00E.179 Warm bird orespread, & sat still evermore,
158.00E.180 Till her inclos'd child kickt, and pick'd it selfe a\ (dore.
158.00E.181 %XXIX./O%+Ut crept a sparrow, this soules moving Inne,
158.00E.182 On whose raw armes stiffe feathers now begin
158.00E.183 As childrens teeth through gummes, to break with/ (pain,
158.00E.184 His flesh is jelly yet, and his bones threds,
158.00E.185 All a new downy mantle overspreads.
158.00E.186 A mouth he opes, which would as much contain
158.00E.187 As his late house, and the first houre speaks plain,
158.00E.188 And chirps aloud for meat. Meat fit for men
158.00E.189 His father steales for him, and so feeds then
158.00E.190 One, that within a moneth, will beate him from his\ (hen.
158.00E.191 %XXX./I%+N this worlds youth wise nature did make hast,
158.00E.192 Things ripened sooner, and did longer last;
158.00E.193 Already this hot cock in bush and tree,
158.00E.194 In field and tent o'rflutters his next hen,
158.00E.195 He askes her not, who did so taste, nor when,
158.00E.196 Nor if his sister or his neece she be,
158.00E.197 Nor doth she pule for his inconstancy
158.00E.198 If in her sight he change, nor doth refuse
158.00E.199 The next that cals; both liberty do use;
158.00E.200 Where store is of both kindes, both kindes may\ (freely chuse. [CW:XXI.]
158.00E.201 %XXXI./M%+En, till they took laws which made freedome/ (less, [p.301]
158.00E.202 Their daughters & their sisters did ingress,
158.00E.203 Till now, unlawfull, therefore ill 'twas not
158.00E.204 So jolly, that it can move this soul. Is
158.00E.205 The body, so free of his kindnesses,
158.00E.206 That self-preserving it hath now forgot,
158.00E.207 And slackneth so the soules, and bodies knot,
158.00E.208 Which temperance straitens; freely on his she friends
158.00E.209 He blood, and spirit, pith and marrow spends,
158.00E.210 Ill steward of himself, himself in three years ends.
158.00E.211 %XXXII./E%+Lse might he long have liv'd; man did not know
158.00E.212 Of gummy blood, which doth in hollow grow,
158.00E.213 How to make bird-lime, nor how to deceive
158.00E.214 With fain'd cals, his nets, or enwrapping snare
158.00E.215 The free inhabitants of the plyant ayre.
158.00E.216 Man to beget, and woman to conceive
158.00E.217 Askt not of roots, nor of cock-sparrowes, leave:
158.00E.218 Yet chuseth he, though none of these he feares,
158.00E.219 Pleasantly three, then straitned twenty years
158.00E.220 To live, and to encrease his race himself outwears.
158.00E.221 %XXXIII./T%+His coale with overblowing quench'd and dead,
158.00E.222 The soul from her too active organs fled
158.00E.223 T'a brook; a female fishes sandy Roe
158.00E.224 With the males jelly, newly leav'ned was,
158.00E.225 For they had intertouch'd as they did passe, [CW:And]
158.00E.226 And one of those small bodies, fitted so, [p.302]
158.00E.227 This soule inform'd, and abled it to row
158.00E.228 It selfe with finny oares, which she did fit,
158.00E.229 Her scales seem'd yet of parchment, and as yet
158.00E.230 Perchance a fish, but by no name you could call it.
158.00E.231 %XXXIV./W%+Hen goodly, like a ship in her full trim,
158.00E.232 A Swan, so white that you may unto him
158.00E.233 Compare all whitenesse, but himselfe to none,
158.00E.234 Glided along, and as he glided watch'd,
158.00E.235 And with his arched neck this poor fish catch'd:
158.00E.236 It mov'd with state, as if to look upon
158.00E.237 Low things it scorn'd, and yet before that one
158.00E.238 Could think he sought it, he had swallowed cleare
158.00E.239 This, and much such, and unblam'd, devour'd there
158.00E.240 All, but who too swift, too great, or wel armed were.
158.00E.241 %XXXV./N%+Ow swome a prison in a prison put,
158.00E.242 And now this Soul in double wals was shut,
158.00E.243 Till melted with the Swans digestive fire,
158.00E.244 She left her house the fish, and vapor'd forth;
158.00E.245 Fate not affording bodies of more worth
158.00E.246 For her as yet, bids her againe retire
158.00E.247 T'another fish, to any new desire
158.00E.248 Made a new prey; For, he that can to none
158.00E.249 Resistance make, nor complaint, is sure gone.
158.00E.250 Weaknesse invites, but silence feasts oppression.
158.00E.251 %XXXVI./P%+Ace with the native streame, this fish doth keep,
158.00E.252 And journies with her towards the glassie deep, [CW:But]
158.00E.253 But oft retarded, once with a hidden net [p.303]
158.00E.254 Though with great windowes, (for when need first\ (taught
158.00E.255 These tricks to catch food, then they were not /(wrought
158.00E.256 As now, with curious greedinesse to let
158.00E.257 None scape, but few, and fit for use to get,)
158.00E.258 As, in this trap a ravenous Pike was tane,
158.00E.259 Who, though himselfe distrest, would fain have slain
158.00E.260 This wretch; So hardly are ill habits left again.
158.00E.261 %XXXVII./H%+Ere by her smallnesse she two deaths or'past,
158.00E.262 Once innocence scap'd, & left the oppressor fast;
158.00E.263 The net through-swome, she keeps the liquid path,
158.00E.264 And whether she leape up sometimes to breath
158.00E.265 And sucke in ayre, or finde it underneath,
158.00E.266 Or working parts like mils, or limbecks hath
158.00E.267 To make the water thinne, and ayre like faith
158.00E.268 Cares not, but safe the Place she's come unto
158.00E.269 Where fresh, with salt waves meet, and what to doe
158.00E.270 She knows not, but between both makes a boord/ (or two.
158.00E.271 %XXXVIII./S%+O farre from hiding her guests, water is,
158.00E.272 That she showes them in bigger quantities
158.00E.273 Then they are. Thus her doubtfull of her way,
158.00E.274 For game and not for hunger a sea Pie
158.00E.275 Spied through this traiterous spectacle, from high,
158.00E.276 The seely fish where it disputing lay,
158.00E.277 And t'end her doubts and her, beares her awy,[sic]
158.00E.278 Exalted she's, but to the exalters good,
158.00E.279 (As are by great ones, men which lowly stood,)
158.00E.280 It's rais'd to be the Raisers instrument and food. [CW:XXX.(miscatch)]
158.00E.281 %XXXIX./I%+S any kinde subject to rape like fish? [p.304]
158.00E.282 Ill unto man they neither doe, nor wish,
158.00E.283 Fishers they kill not, nor with noise awake,
158.00E.284 They doe not hunt, nor strive to make a prey
158.00E.285 Of beasts, nor their young sonnes to bear away;
158.00E.286 Fowles they pursue not, nor doe undertake
158.00E.287 To spoyle the nests industrious birds doe make;
158.00E.288 Yet them all these unkinde kindes feed upon,
158.00E.289 To kill them is an occupation,
158.00E.290 And laws make Fasts, and Lents for their destruction.
158.00E.291 %XXXX./A%+ Sudden stiffe land-winde in that selfe houre
158.00E.292 To sea-ward forc'd this bird, that did devoure
158.00E.293 The fish; he cares not, for with ease he flies,
158.00E.294 Fat gluttonies best oratour: at last
158.00E.295 So long he hath flowen, and hath flowen so fast,
158.00E.296 That leagues o'r-past at sea, now tyr'd he lies,
158.00E.297 And with his prey, that till then languisht dies:
158.00E.298 The soules no longer foes, two ways did erre,
158.00E.299 The fish I follow, and keep no calender
158.00E.300 Of the other; he lives yet in some great officer.
158.00E.301 %XXXXI./I%+Nto an embryon fish, our Soule is thrown,
158.00E.302 And in due time thrown out again, and grown
158.00E.303 To such vastnesse, as if unmanacled
158.00E.304 From Greece, Morea were, and that by some
158.00E.305 Earthquake unrooted, loose Morea swome,
158.00E.306 Or seas from Africks body had severed [CW:And]
158.00E.307 And torne the hopefull Promontories head; [p.305]
158.00E.308 This fish would seem these, and when all hopes faile,
158.00E.309 A great ship overset, or without saile
158.00E.310 Hulling, might (when this was a whelp) be like\ (this whale.
158.00E.311 %XXXXII./A%+T every stroke his brazen finnes doe take,
158.00E.312 More circles in the broken sea they make
158.00E.313 Then cannons voyces, when the ayre they teare:
158.00E.314 His ribbes are pillars, and his high arch'd roof
158.00E.315 Of bark that blunts best steel, is thunder-proof,
158.00E.316 Swimme in him swallow'd Dolphins without feare,
158.00E.317 And feel no sides as if his vast womb were
158.00E.318 Some Inland sea, and ever as he went
158.00E.319 He spouted rivers up, as if he meant
158.00E.320 To joyne our seas, with seas above the firmament.
158.00E.321 %XXXXIII./H%+E hunts not fish, but as an officer,
158.00E.322 Stayes in his Court, at his owne net, and there
158.00E.323 All suitors of all sorts themselves enthrall;
158.00E.324 So on his back lies this whale wantoning,
158.00E.325 And in his gulfe-like throate suckes every thing
158.00E.326 That passeth neare. Fish chaseth fish, and all,
158.00E.327 Flyer and follower, in this whirlpool fall;
158.00E.328 O might not States of more equalitie
158.00E.329 Consist? and is it of necessity
158.00E.330 That thousand guiltlesse smals, to make one great,\ (must die?
158.00E.331 %XXXXIV./N%+Ow drinkes he up seas, and he eats up flocks,
158.00E.332 He justle[%1fragment%2?] lands, and he shakes firme rocks. [CW:Now]
158.00E.333 Now in a roomfull house this soule doth floate, [p.306]
158.00E.334 And like a Prince she sends her faculties
158.00E.335 To all her limbs, distant as Provinces.
158.00E.336 The Sun hath twenty times both Crab and Goat
158.00E.337 Parched, since first launch'd forth his living boat,
158.00E.338 'Tis greatest now and to destruction
158.00E.339 Nearest; There's no pause at perfection,
158.00E.340 Greatnesse a period hath, but hath no station.
158.00E.341 %XXXXV./T%+Wo little fishes, whom he never harm'd,
158.00E.342 Nor fed on their kind, two not throughly arm'd
158.00E.343 With hope that they could kill him, nor could doe
158.00E.344 Good to themselves by his death: they did not eat
158.00E.345 His flesh, nor suck those oyls, which thence outstreat,
158.00E.346 Conspir'd against him, and it might undoe
158.00E.347 The plot of all, that the plotters were two,
158.00E.348 But that they fishes were, and could not speake.
158.00E.349 How shall a Tyran wise strong projects breake,
158.00E.350 If wretches can on them the common anger wreak?
158.00E.351 %XXXXVI./T%+He flail-finn'd Thresher, and steel-beak'd Sword-/(fish
158.00E.352 Onely attempt to doe, what all doe wish.
158.00E.353 The Thresher backs him: and to beate begins;
158.00E.354 The sluggard Whale yeelds to oppression,
158.00E.355 And t'hide himselfe from shame and danger, down
158.00E.356 Begins to sink; the sword-fish upward spins,
158.00E.357 And gores him with his beake; his staffe-like finnes
158.00E.358 So well the one, his sword the other plies,
158.00E.359 That now a scoffe, and prey, this tyran dies,
158.00E.360 And (his owne dole) feeds with himselfe all com-\(panies. [CW:XXXVII.]
158.00E.361 %XXXXVII./W%+Ho will revenge his death? or who will call [p.307]
158.00E.362 Those to account, that thought and wrought/ (his fall?
158.00E.363 The heirs of slain kings, we see 'are often so
158.00E.364 Transported with the joy of what they get,
158.00E.365 That they, revenge and obsequies forget,
158.00E.366 Nor will against such men the people goe,
158.00E.367 Because he's now dead, to whom they should show
158.00E.368 Love in that act. Some kings by vice being grown
158.00E.369 So needy of subjects love, that of their own
158.00E.370 They think they lose, if love be to the dead Prince\ (shown.
158.00E.371 %XXXXVIII./T%+His Soule now free from prison, and passion,
158.00E.372 Hath yet a little indignation
158.00E.373 That so small hammers should so soone downe beat
158.00E.374 So great a castle. And having for her house
158.00E.375 Got the strait cloyster of a wretched mouse
158.00E.376 (As basest men, that have not what to eate,
158.00E.377 Nor enjoy ought, doe farre more hate the great
158.00E.378 Than they, who good repos'd estates possesse)
158.00E.379 This Soul, late taught that great things might by\ (lesse
158.00E.380 Be slain, to gallant mischief doth her selfe addresse.
158.00E.381 %XXXXIX./N%+Atures great master-peece, an Elephant,
158.00E.382 The onely harmelesse great thing; the giant
158.00E.383 Of beasts; who thought none had, to make him wise,
158.00E.384 But to be just, and thankfull, loth t' offend
158.00E.385 (Yet nature hath given him no knees to bend)
158.00E.386 Himselfe he up-props, on himselfe relies, [CW:And]
158.00E.387 And foe to none, suspects no enemies, [p.308]
158.00E.388 Still sleeping stood; vext not his fantasie
158.00E.389 Black dreames, like an unbent bow carelesly
158.00E.390 His sinewy Proboscis did remisly lie.
158.00E.391 %XXL./I%+N which as in a gallery this mouse
158.00E.392 Walk'd, & survey'd the roomes of this vast house,
158.00E.393 And to the braine, the soules bed-chamber, went,
158.00E.394 And gnaw'd the life cords there; Like a whole town
158.00E.395 Cleane undermin'd, the slaine beast tumbled downe,
158.00E.396 With him the murth'rer dies, whom envy sent
158.00E.397 To kill, not scape; for, onely he that meant
158.00E.398 To die, did ever kill a man of better roome,
158.00E.399 And thus he made his foe, his prey, and tombe:
158.00E.400 Who cares not to turn back, may any whither come.
158.00E.401 %XXLI./N%+Ext, hous'd this Soule a Wolves yet unborne/ (whelp
158.00E.402 Till the best midwife, Nature, gave it help
158.00E.403 To issue. It could kill, as soone as goe:
158.00E.404 %1Abel%2, as white, and mild as his sheep were,
158.00E.405 (Who, in that trade, of Church, and kingdomes, there
158.00E.406 Was the first type) was still infested so,
158.00E.407 With this wolfe, that it bred his losse and woe;
158.00E.408 And yet his bitch, his sentinell, attends
158.00E.409 The flock so neare, so well warns and defends,
158.00E.410 That the wolfe, (hopelesse else) to corrupt her in-\(tends.
158.00E.411 %XXLII./H%+E tooke a course, which since, succesfully,
158.00E.412 Greate men have often taken, to espie [CW:The]
158.00E.413 The counsels, or to break the plots of foes, [p.309]
158.00E.414 To %1Abels%2 tent he stealeth in the darke,
158.00E.415 On whose skirts the bitch slept; ere she could barke,
158.00E.416 Attach'd her with strait gripes, yet he call'd those
158.00E.417 Embracements of love; to loves worke he goes,
158.00E.418 Where deeds move more then words; nor doth she/ (show,
158.00E.419 Nor much resist[,] nor needs he straiten so
158.00E.420 His prey, for, were she loose, she would not bark/ (nor goe%5.%6["."inverted?]
158.00E.421 %XXLIII./H%+E hath ingag'd her; his, she wholly bides;
158.00E.422 Who not her owne, none others secrets hides.
158.00E.423 If to the flock he come[,] and %1Abel%2 there,
158.00E.424 She faines hoarse barkings, but she biteth not,
158.00E.425 Her faith is quite, but not her love forgot.
158.00E.426 At last a trap, of which some every where
158.00E.427 %1Abel%2 had plac'd, ends all his losse, and feare,
158.00E.428 By the wolves death; and now just time it was
158.00E.429 That a quick soule should give life to that masse
158.00E.430 Of blood in %1Abels%2 bitch, and thither this did passe.
158.00E.431 %XXLIV./S%+Ome have their wives, their sisters some begot,
158.00E.432 But in the lives of Emperours you shall not
158.00E.433 Reade of a lust, the which may equall this;
158.00E.434 This wolfe begot himselfe, and finished
158.00E.435 What he began alive, when he was dead.
158.00E.436 Sonne to himselfe, and father too, he is
158.00E.437 A ridling lust, for which Schoolemen would misse
158.00E.438 A proper name. The whelp of both these lay
158.00E.439 In %1Abels%2 tent, and with soft Moaba,
158.00E.440 His sister, being young, it us'd to sport and play. [CW:XLV.]
158.00E.441 %XXLV./H%+E soone for her too harsh, and churlish grew, [p.310]
158.00E.442 And %1Abel%2 (the dam dead) would use this new
158.00E.443 For the field, being of two kindes thus made,
158.00E.444 He, as his dam, from sheep drove wolves away,
158.00E.445 And as his Sire, he made them his own prey.
158.00E.446 Five yeares he liv'd, and cozened with his trade,
158.00E.447 Then hopelesse that his faults were hid, betraid
158.00E.448 Himselfe by flight, and by all followed,
158.00E.449 From dogs, a wolfe; from wolves a dogge he fled;
158.00E.450 And like a spie to both sides false, he perished.
158.00E.451 %XXLVI./I%+T quickned next a toyfull Ape, and so
158.00E.452 Gamesome it was, that it might freely goe
158.00E.453 From tent to tent, and with the Children play,
158.00E.454 His organs now so like theirs he doth finde,
158.00E.455 That why he cannot laugh and speake his minde,
158.00E.456 He wonders. Much with all, most he doth stay
158.00E.457 With %1Adams%2 fift daughter %1Siphatecia%2,
158.00E.458 Doth gaze on her, and, where she passeth, passe,
158.00E.459 Gathers her fruits, and tumbles on the grasse,
158.00E.460 And wisest of that kinde, the first true lover was.
158.00E.461 %XXLVII./H%+E was the first that more desir'd to have
158.00E.462 One than another; first that ere did crave
158.00E.463 Love by mute signes, and had no power to speake;
158.00E.464 First that could make love faces, or could doe
158.00E.465 The valters sombersalts, or us'd to wooe
158.00E.466 With hoiting gambols, his own bones to breake [CW:To]
158.00E.467 To make his Mistris merry; or to wreake [p.311]
158.00E.468 Her anger on himselfe. Sinnes against kinde
158.00E.469 They easily do, that can let feed their mind
158.00E.470 With outward beauty, beauty they in boyes & beasts\ (do find.
158.00E.471 %XXLVIII./B%+Y this misled, too low things men have prov'd,
158.00E.472 And too high; beasts and angels have been lov'd;
158.00E.473 This Ape, though else through-vain, in this was wise,
158.00E.474 He reach'd at things too high, but open way
158.00E.475 There was, and he knew not she would say nay;
158.00E.476 His toyes prevaile not, likelier meanes he tries,
158.00E.477 He gazeth on her face with teare-shot eyes,
158.00E.478 And up lifts subtly with his russet pawe
158.00E.479 Her kidskin apron without feare or awe
158.00E.480 Of nature; nature hath no goale,[sic] though she hath\ (law.
158.00E.481 %XXLIX./F%+Irst she was silly and knew not what he meant,
158.00E.482 That vertue, by his touches chaf't and spent,
158.00E.483 Succeeds an itchie warmth, that melts her quite,
158.00E.484 She knew not first, nor cares not what he doth,
158.00E.485 And willing halfe and more, more then halfe wroth,
158.00E.486 Shee neither puls nor pushes, but out-right
158.00E.487 Now cries, and now repents; when %1Thelemite%2
158.00E.488 Her brother, entred, and a great stone threw
158.00E.489 After the Ape, who, thus prevented flew.
158.00E.490 This house thus batter'd down, the soule possest a\ (new. [CW:L.]
158.00E.491 %XL./A%+Nd whether by this change she lose or win [p.312]
158.00E.492 She coms out next, where th'Ape wold have gon\ (in.
158.00E.493 %1Adam%2 and %1Eve%2 had mingled bloods, and now
158.00E.494 Like Chymiques equall fires, her temperate wombe
158.00E.495 Had stew'd and form'd it: and part did become
158.00E.496 A spungie liver, that did richly allow,
158.00E.497 Like a free conduit, on a high hils brow,
158.00E.498 Life-keeping moysture unto every part,
158.00E.499 Part hardned it selfe to a thicker heart,
158.00E.500 Whose busie furnaces lifes spirits doe impart.
158.00E.501 %XLI./A%+Nother part became the Well of sense,
158.00E.502 The tender well arm'd feeling brain, fro%M whence,
158.00E.503 Those sinewy strings which doe our bodies tie,
158.00E.504 Are ravel'd out, and fast there by one end,
158.00E.505 Did this Soule limbs, these limbs a soule attend,
158.00E.506 And now they joyn'd, keeping some qualitie
158.00E.507 Of every past shape; she knew treachery,
158.00E.508 Rapine, deceit, and lust, and ills enough
158.00E.509 To be a woman. %1Themech%2 she is now,
158.00E.510 Sister and wife to %1Cain, cain%2 that first did plow.
158.00E.511 %XLII./W%+Ho ere thou beest that read'st this sullen Writ
158.00E.512 Which just so much courts thee, as thou dost/ (it,
158.00E.513 Let me arrest thy thoughts; wonder with me,
158.00E.514 Why plowing, building, ruling and the rest,
158.00E.515 Or most of those arts, whence our lives are blest,
158.00E.516 By cursed %1caines%2 race invented be, [CW:And]
158.00E.517 And blest %1Seth%2 vext us with Astronomy. [p.313]
158.00E.518 There[']s nothing simply good, nor ill alone,
158.00E.519 Of every qualitie Comparison
158.00E.520 The onely measure is, and judge, Opinion.
158.00E.0SS %1The end of the Progresse of the Soule.%2 /[horiz.rule]
158.00E.0$$ %1Ll. 40, 110, 120, 160, 170, 200, 210, 220, 230, 250, 260, 270, 280, 300, 310, 320, 330, 340, 350, 360, 370, 380, 390, 410, 420, 430, 440, 450, 460, 480, 490, 500, 510, 520 ind; 52 10-l. sts separated by line-spaces and numbered with cap roman numerals centered above sts & followed by periods; each st begins with a drop-cap, the first one being 6 ll. high & decorated; miscatch @ l.280/p.303: "XXX." vs. correct "XXIX." p. 304%2. l.7: "e" in "Persian" lost or very faint in CtY. l.99: semicolon after "bear" is very faint or missing in all of our copies. l.168: if there's a comma after "both", it's very faint (see TAMU copy for best view). l.310: end-of-line period inverted (or perhaps a stray dot?). l.332: final "s" in "justles" is clearer in D and has largely deteriorated by E. l.419: comma(?) after "resist" is very faint or missing in all of our copies. l.423: there's a comma after "come" that didn't fully ink in some copies of D,E,F (TEM, 7-31-15); l.518: if there's an apostrophe in "There's", it's very faint.