THE SUMMARY OF WISDOM, By Edward Benlowes Esq Love not the World, neither the things that are in the World; if any Man love the World, the love of the FATHER is not in him: For all that is in the World, the Lust of the Eyes, the Lust of the Flesh, and the Pride of Life, is not of the FATHER, but is of the World; and the World passeth away, and the Lust thereof. But He that doth the Will of God abideth for ever. 1 Joh. 2. 15, 16, 17. IN DOMINO CONFIDO printer's or publisher's device LONDON, Printed for Humphrey Mosely, and are to be sold at the Prince's Arms in St. Paul's Churchyard, 1657. THE SUMMARY OF WISDOM, By the Author of THEOPHILA. Love not the World, neither the Things that are in the World; if any man love the World, the Love of the FATHER is not in him, etc. 1 Joh. 2. 15, 16, 17. 1 Worldling's we court not, envy not, nor fear; May Friends to Virtue lend their Ear: While Sinners split on shelves, Saints to heavens Harbour steer. 2 Earthlings! What's Heap of Wealth? What's Honour's Height? What's Pleasure's May? can toys so slight Bless Heav'n-descended Souls with Life's eternal Light? 3 Riches from most men, swift as Eagles, fly; Honours on popular breath rely; Pleasure's a flash;— And All combined, but Vanity. 4 Why dotest thou, WORLD, on these? we will not stay: juggler, We know thy tempting Way; Which is, by Charms to mock our Sense, and then betray. 5 Art toils to serve thee; Sables yield their Skins; The Silkworm for thy Wardrobe spins; The Rock with Gems, the Sea with Pearls, embosse thy Sins▪ 6 To bribe thy Palate, Lust draynes Earth, Air, Seas; Whence Finny, Wing'd, hoofed Droves must please The Glutton, made thereby a spital of each Disease. 7 False World, Asps poison equals not thy Gall, Embittering Souls to Hell. Thus all Thy Darlings thou delud'st with thy enchanting Call. 8 I wonder not unbridled fools run on; Since all their heavens on earth alone; Which, though thou seem'st to give, as soon as given, 't is gone. 9 Kiss, and betray, than Nero's Rage outdare; He, whom thou hugg'st, should most beware: I shall un-mask thy Guiles, and thy fond Gull's un-snare. 10 Thy Smile is but a trap, thy frown a bubble, Thy Praise a squib, thy beauty stubble; Who know thee best, have found a Theatre of Trouble: 11 Where Men and Devils meet; and Sense, compact With Fraud, gilled every vicious fact: Where we must Evil hear, or suffer it, or act. 12 Thy Friends are thiefs of Time; The chat they vent (Light Airs please toyish ears▪) is spent On trash, which Minds seduce with cheating blandishment. 13 Thy gifted Sythemen have Religion mown, Which, in their Meeting-barnes, is grown From Best to All (like Corinth's Schism) from All, to none. 14 Thy Shop vents braided Ware of apish fashion; Thy Gauds (Wealth, Sport, Pride) breed Vexation; Like Oboes, on Earth's Stage, oft ushering in— Damnation. 15 Ah, while, like Larks, fools with vain feathers play, Pleased with Sin's glass, are snatched away, In midst of their Excess, to Hell's tormenting Bay! 16 World, thou soul-wracking Ocean! Flatteries blow Thee up, thou blue with Spite dost grow, Brinish with Lust, like the Red-sea, with Blood dost flow. 17 And, like the Basilisks prodigious eyes, Thy first sight kills, but thyself dies First seen: Quicksighted Faith thy Darts prevents, and spies. 18 Hadst been less cruel, thou hadst been less kind; Thy Gall, proved Medicine, heals my Mind: Thus Hell may help to Heaven, the Fiend a Soul befriend. 19 The age-bowed Earth groans under Sinners weight! justice, oppressed, to Heaven takes flight, Vengeance her place supplies, which with keen Edge will smite. 20 False World! is Hell the Legacy to thy Friend? Crawl with thy trifles to the Fiend: We scorn thy Pack.— thIs year May bVrnIng CLose thy enD▪ For All that is in the World, The Lust of the Eyes, is not of the FATHER, but is of the World, etc. 21. MIdas, to th' Bar; thou void of Grace, yet stored With Gold, thy minted God, a dored: Thou, and thine Idol, perish in thy wretched Hord. 22 Thy heart is locked up in thy shrined Chink: O, heavy Gold, bred near Hell's brink! Misgotten Elf, thou Heav'n-designed Souls dost sink! 23 Whose Gain is Godliness,— The Scripture he Perverts:— Days him with Interest fee, Who Incest still commits with his Coins Progeny. 24 Thou hast too much, yet still thou whinest for more; Thou, wishing, want'st; art, wanting, poor: Thou wouldst even plunder Hell for Cash to cram thy Store. 25 While gripes of Famine mutiny within, And tan, like hides, the shrivelled skin Of those thou hast decoyed into thy tangling Gin. 26 Whose skin, sear as the bark of sapless wood, Clings to their bones, for want of food; Friendless, as are Sea-monsters thrown ashore by th' Flood. 27 Though Fasts be all their Physic, their Corpse all Their Earth, who for thy Pity call, Yet art thou harder to them than their bed, the stall. 28 Penurious Churl, When shall I (says thine Heir) Ransack thy Chests? so ease thy Care: Purchase, instead of Ground, a Grave!— Dye, Wretch, to spare! 29 Hath treacherous Coin swelled by thy Curse?— Live still Lay-Elder: Soon thy Crimes fulfil: The heaviest Curse on this side Hell's to thrive in iii. 30 How cursed Love of Money doth bewitch The leprous Mind with pleasing Itch! This Slave to his own Servant, ne'er was poor, till rich! 31 Graves may be sooner cloyed, than craving eyes: Bribes blanche Gehazi till he dies. Thou, Fool, Death shall this night thy Dunghill Soul surprise. 32 Nor would this. City-Wolf lead Men to Snares, Nor vex his Mind with carking Cares, Viewed he himself i'th' Mirror which Despair prepares. 33 So wasteful, Usurer, as thyself, there's none; Who partest with three true Gems, for one Brittle as glass;— thy Fame, Rest, Soul for ever gone! 34 Who Nettles sow, shall Prickles reap; the train To Hell is idolised Gain: Unless thou Fiends canst bribe, thou go'st to endless Pain! 35 His hide-bound-Conscience opens now.— I've run On rocks (he howls) too late to shun! Grace left, Wrath seized me! Gold, my God, hath me undone! 36 Often to Hell in Dreams I headlong fall! From Devils than I seem to crawl, While Furies round about with whips my Soul appall! 37 Atheism our Root, for Boughs were Factions store, Hypocrisy our Leaves gilded o'er, Wrath, Treachery, and Extortion, were the Fruit we bore! 38 Like profane Esau have we sold our bliss, For shine of Pelf, that nothing is! This desperates our Rage, we still blaspheme at This! 39 Thus cursed Gripers restless Tortures feel, Whose hearts seemed rocks, whose bowels steel. I burn, (cries Dives) for one drop, denied, I kneel! 40 Fire each where broils me, Fire as black as Night! Goblins mine Eyes, Ears Shrieks affright! Sins Debt still paying; ne'er discharged, is Infinite! For all that is in the World, The Lust of the Flesh, is not of the FATHER, but is of World, etc. 41 Strew Flowers for Spendthrift; Antemasks he might Act before Apes, Spectators right: Whose Dops, Shrugs, Puppet-plays, show best by Candle-light. 42 Hot shows the Season by his dusty head; With fancied ribbons round bespread; Modish, and maddish, all untrust, as going to bed. 43 Ho! First brisk Wine, next let a sparkling Dame Fire our high Blood, then quench our Flame! Blessed is the Son, whose Father's gone i'th' Devils Name. 44 Each pottle breeds a Ruby, Drawer, score 'em: Cheeks died in Claret, seem o'th' Quorum, When our Nose-Carbuncles, like Link-bois, blaze before 'um. 45 Complete thy funetall-Pyle; shouldst thou mark well How down the Drunkard's throat to Hell Death smoothly glides; to swim so sadly would thee quell! 46 Spawns of Excess, Dropsies and Surfeits are; From Tenants Sweats thy Bill of Fare: Each Glutton digs with's teeth his Grave, whose Maws his Care. 47 He's sick, and staggers. Doctor, his Case state us; His cachexy results from Flatus Hypochondrunkicus, ex Crapula Creatus. 48 Scarce Well, he swills what should the Needy store; And grinds between his teeth the Poor, Who beg dry crumnies, which they with Tears would moisten o'er. 49 He a sharp Reckoning shall, with Dives, pay; Whose Feasts did hasten' his Audit-day; Death brought the Voider, and the Devil took away! 50 Enter his Courtesan, who fans his Fire; Her prattling Eyes teach loose Desire: Foundlings to catch this art-fair Fly, like Trout, aspire. 51 With Paint, false hair, and naked Breasts She jets, And Patches, (Lusts new Lime-twigs) sets; Like Tickets on the Door, Herself (for Gold) She lets. 52 Her Basilisk-like Glances taint the Air Of Virgin-Modesty, and snare His tangling Thoughts in trammels of her ambush hair. 53 With her profusely he mispends his days In Balls, and Dances, Treatments, Plays; And in his Bosom this close-biting-Serpent lays. 54 Death, after Sickness, seize this Helen must; Whose radiant Eyes, now Orbs of Lust, Shall sink, as falling Stars, which, jellyed, turn to dust. 55 How wildly shows corrupted Nature's Face, Till decked by Reason, Learning, Grace? Without which Politure the Noblest Stem is base! 56 Fools rifle out Time's Lottery: Who misspend The Souls rich Joys, alive descend, And antedate with stings their neverending End! 57 Thy Acts outsin the Devil; Who's ne'er soiled With Gluttony or Lust, ne'er foiled By Drink; nor in the Net of Slothfulness entoyled. 58 Therefore in Time beware; let not Sin-charms Bewitch thee, till Wrath cries to Arms. Sins first Face smiles, her second frowns, her third Alarms. 59 How blind mad Sinners are when they transgress! All Woes are, than such Blindness, less! That Wretch most wretched is who sleights his Wretchedness! 60 When Death shall quench thy Flames, and Fiends thee seize, In brimstone-Torrents, without Ease, Thou'lt broyl midst blackest Fires, and roar midst burning Seas! For all that is in the World, The Pride of Life, is not of the FATHER, but is of the World; and the World passeth away, and the Lusts thereof, etc. 61 USher Aspiro in with's Looms of State, To wove Fraud's Web, and his own Fate; Who, mounted up, throws down the steps him raised of late, 62 His posture is ambiguous, his Pace Is stately high, who thinks it Grace, If he casts forth a word, and deigns but half a face: 63 Nor minds he what he speaks; For by false Light, Like to his Faith, he thrives; Whose Sight, Clouded with Jealousy, can never judge aright. 64 By dubious Answers he is wont to guess At men's Dislikes; and fears no less Feigned Quips, than just Reproofs: Fear haunts him in each Dress. 65 Ambition prompts to Precipices steep, Which Envy gets, and Hate doth keep; His daily thoughts of climbing break his nightly Sleep. 66 Could he with's foot spurn Empires into Air, And sit i'th' Universal Chair Of State; Were Pageants made for him, as the World's Mayor; 67 Those fond Disguisements could not long him fence, But Crosses still would vex his Sense, And leave him blest but in the Preterperfect Tense. 68 Even That at which Prides towering Project flies, If gained obliquely, sinks, and dies: Earth's Potentates! great Aims, Plots, Fears makes Tragedies▪ 69 Achitophel and Absalon prove This, (Who of their Plots, not Plagues did miss) To Matchiavels: That Ill worst to the Plotter is. 70 Pompey and Caesar so ambitious grow, A Battle must be fought to show Which of those Cocks o'th' Game o'er Rome at last should crow▪ 71 The World, as Great— Cham, Turk, Mogul up-cryes, Tuscans Great Duke, (all, no great prize) Great Alexander:— The Nine Worthy— Ironies. 72 Even Sceptres reel like reeds: Who had no Bound, Is bounded in six foot of ground; Here lies the Great— Thou liest, here but his dust is found. 73 Who lately swelled to be his Lordship's slave, May trample now upon his grave, That levels All. Best Lectures dust-seeled Pulpits have. 74 Where's now the Assyrian Lion? Persian Bear? Greek Leopard? Rome's spread-Eagle where? Where now famed Troy, that did in old Time domineer? 75 Troy's gone, yet Simois stays. See Fates strange Play! That which was fixed, is fled away; And what was ever sliding, that doth only stay! 76 Therefore, why gapest thou thus for Shadows? who Neglected lets the Substance go, Led by false hope, he makes sad End in endless Woe! 77 The Mighty mighty Torments shall endure, If impious: Hell admits no Cure: Ambition's never safe, though often too secure. 78 If Pride on Wing could reach the Stars; yet shall, Like Lucifer, its Carcase fall: Pride mounted Babel's Tower, and arched Satan's Hall. 79 In Centre of the terrible Abyss, Remotest from Supernal Bliss, That hapless, hopeless, easeless, endless Dungeon is! 80 Where Nought is heard, but Yelling! O, that I Might once more live! or once more die! Cursing his Woes, he woos GOD'S Curse Eternally! But He that doth the Will of GOD, abideth for ever. Lord, Teach us so to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto Wisdom. 81 LUst brings forth Sin; Sin Shame; Shame-cryes, Repent; Repentance weeps; Tears Prayer do vent; Prayer brings down Grace; Grace Faith; Faith Love; Love zeal up sent. 82 Who fears GOD, is, without Despondence, sad; Timorous, without Despair; and glad, Without wild freaks: Whereas the World's Knave, Fool, or Mad. 83 Part should the World what are in Man combined; The Body melts to be refined; Grace cheers the Suffering, Glory crowns the conquering Mind. 84 Nor Chance, Change, Fraud, nor Force, the Just Man fright, In greatest Pressures He stands right; Ever the same, (While Sloth feels Want, Ambition Spite.) 85 From costly Bills of greedy Empyricks free; From Plea of Ambidexters' Fee; From hypocritick Schism of Kirkish Tyranny. 86 He with Observance honours Virtue's Friends; And to their faithful Counsel bends; But not on empty forms of Worldly gauds depends. 87 In praising GOD, above the Stars He climbs; And pitying Courts, with all their Crimes, And Fawns, and Frowns, dares to be good in Worst of Times. 88 Joy, Little World, spite of the Greater, blest; Scanted abroad, within dost feast, Hast CHRIST Himself for Cates, The Holy GHOST for Guest. 89 Thou walkest in Groves of Myrrh, with CHRIST thy Guide, (The best of Friends that e'er was tried) By Thee in Vale of Tears spiritual Joys descried. 90 Knew but the World what glorious Joys still move In Faith's bright Orb, 't would soar above All Sense, and centre in the Point of Heavenly Love! 91 O, Loves highest Height! Thou art the Wise man's Bliss! T' enjoy Thee's Heaven, Hell Thee to miss! The Earth, yea, Heaven hath its Beatitude from This! 92 No Christian Kings win by each others Loss; What One gets by Retail, in Gross All lose; While still the Crescent gains upon the Crosse. 93 As Children fight for toys; So Kings for clods: heavens Heir's more great, and rich by odds: For All is His, and He is CHRIST'S, and CHRIST is GOD'S. 94 No Bank on Earth such Sums of Wealth can lend, As Saints, who on heavens Grace depend; GOD'S Word their Law, His SPIRIT their Guide, The LAMB their Friend. 95 But, what's vain Man? what his earth-crawling Race? That GOD should such a shadow grace, And him Eternally in GLORIES Region place? 96 No Surfeits Maw-worm's there, no itch of Lust, No Tympany of Pride, no rust Of Envy, no Wraths spleen, nor Obdurations crust. 97 But, there, though Bliss exceeds, It never cloys; For, sweet Fruitions Feast employs Still new Desire; Where none can count his least of Joys! 98 The Soul there (throwing off her rags of clay, Laid in Earth's Wardrobe, till last Day) Ever triumphs in every Beatific Ray. 99 There, each Saint doth an endless Kingdom own! There each King hath a starry Crown! Each Sceptre there o' re-powers the Worlds, and Devils frown! 100 None blest, but He who finds the JUDGE his Friend, When the last Trump shall Summons send! The End doth crown, the Work, may JESUS crown The END▪ SUMMA SAPIENTIAE, per Authorem THEOPHILAE. Nolite diligere MUNDUM, neque ea quae sunt in MUNDO; si quis dilexerit MUNDUM, Amor PATRIS non est in eo, etc. Johan. 2. 15, 16, 17. 1 AMbitionis, & Invidiae, & Formidinis expers, Respuo Mundicolas; Faveant Virtutis Alumni: Coelestis Statio His, aestu sorbente scelestos. 2 Terrigenae! quid acervus Opum? quid culmen Honorum? Flora Voluptatum? possuntne rependere Menti Coeligenae Vitam, quae sunt peritura, perennem? 3 Pluribus aufugiunt Gazae pernicibus alis; Est Honor incerti demulcens aura Popelli; Luxuriesque vapor;— Complexim cunctaque vana. 4 Munde, quid haec fugiriva colis? Star, nolle morari: Novimus, Impostor, quod es insidiosus Amicis; Circaeo faciles illudis Carmine Sensus. 5 Ars tibi subservire studet; tibi Russica molles Exuvias Mustela parat; tibi Serica Bombyx; Gemmis Petra, Salum Baccis tua Crimina ditant▪ 6 Fert lautas tibi Luxus Opes Terrae, Aëris, Undae; Undè Tuis properant Pinnae, Pennaeque, Feraeque; Ex quibus innumeros sibi procreat Helluo Morbos. 7 Aspidis ira tuum non aequat, Munde, Venenum: Indè venenatas protrudis ad Infera Mentes, Praestigiis damnans Cultores, Leno, Gehennae. 8 Non fatuos laxis excurrere miror habenis; In Mundo solum tuus expetit assecla Coelum; Quod dare, Munde, licèt videaris, ut unda recedit. 9 Oscula fige dolosa, Nerone neronior ipso; Quò magìs arrides, magìs hinc sibi quisque caveret: Denudabo Dolos, solvamque è compede plexos. 10 Perfidiosus Amor tuus est; tua, bullula, bilis, Laus ignis fatuus, tua forma fugacior Euro; Te benè qui norûnt miserum sensêre Theatrum: 11 Daemon ubi consors Homini; Sensusque, doloso Ore, dat injustis injusta Encomia factis: Hîc audire, pative, Malúmve patrare, necesse. 12 Sunt Socii fures pretiosi Temporis; istud (Vana placent. Vanis) quodcunque loquendo refundunt, Flectit ad▪ Illecebras sancto de Tramite Mentes. 13 Praetextu Lucis, Pessundant Sacra Profani; Optima quae fuerant, Conventibus Omnia fiunt; Omnia Nil Pariunt, nisi Schismata, (More Corinthi.) 14 Quisquilias, Animae pretio, proponis emendas; Provenit ex Opibus, joculis, & Honoribus Angor; Saepè Gehennali Praeludia splendida Busto! 15 Heu! dum Vanipetae Plumis, ut Alauda, jocantur, Dumque favent Scelerum Speculis,— in Criminis actu, Horrida Tartareae raptantur ad Agmina Flammae! 16 Perdanimum tu, Munde, Fretum! turgescis in altum Obsequio, palles Livore, Libidine falsus, Sanguine profuso, Rubium velut Aequor, inundas. 17 Prodigiosa refers Basilisci▪ Lumina, primo Destruis intuitu, visus prior, ipse necaris: Teque, Tuumque Fides praevertit Acumine virus. 18 Si minùs immittis, mitis minùs indè fuisses; Menti, felle tuo, Panacea probata paratur: Itur ad Astra, per Orcum; Animae sic Dis fit Amicus. 19 Pondere Peccantûm Tellus gibbosa gemiscit: Astraea ad superum, violata, revertit Olympum; Sera, at certa, Reos Vindicta severa prehendet. 20 An Styga, Munde, Tuis tua Testamenta resignant? I tricis, Delire, tuis ad Daemona; Totum Te dedignamur:— sit ConfLagratIo MVnDI. Nam Omnia quae sunt in Mundo, Libido Oculorum, non est ex PATRE, sed ex Mundo, etc. 21 MIda, tende Manum; tibi Gratia rara, sed Auri Satque, superque; tuum Nummum, quasi Numen adoras: Tu, Numenque tuum Nummi pereatis in Areâ. 22 Aestuat angustae cor opertum in carcere Cistae: Proli, Auri grave Pondus, Humi propè Viscera nati! Coelipetas premis (heu!) male-partum, ad Tartara Mentes! 23 Cui Lucrum Pietas;— Sanctae Sacra cuncta prophanat Scripturae:— Usuram Lux quaeque rependit Avaro, Progeniem proprii postquàm incesta verit Auri. 24 Inter Opes es inops, congesto es egenus in Auro; Sic, cupiendo, cares; fulvumque, carendo, Metallum Eripe res ipso, quo fias ditior, Orco. 25 Ilia dum stringunt Inopum Jejunia, tortum Ut corium, rugosa Cutis flaccescit Eorum, Subdola quos plexâ illexisti in retia Fraude. 26 Est macilenta quibus pellis, velut arida cortex, Deficiente cibo, vix ossibus haeret; Amicis Destituuntur, Aquis ut nudae in Littora Phocae. 27 Pharmaca sint tenui licèt His Jejunia victu, Nilque habeant Terrae, nisi Corpora; Durior Illis Es, quam,▪ ubi decumbunt, sunt dura cubilia Saxi. 28 Sordide, quando tuas (Haeres ita muslitat)▪ Arcas Evacuabo? fores minùs anxius indè; Sit ipsi Pro Cumulo Tumulus! Moriendo, Miserrime, parcas! 29 Perfida MEROSIAE si auxêre Stipendia DIRAE, Judg. 5. 23. Vive, rapax Senior●;— Subito tua Crimina, comple: Prospera quêis Peccata, quid infaelicius illis? 30 Auri sacra Fames, quali Incantamine Mentem Fascinat! inducens placidâ Prurigine Lepram; Servo Verna suo, crescente fit indigus Aere. 31 Ingluviem forsan possis satiare Sepulchri, Haud Oculi; Morbo periit Gehasius isto: Haec Nox est Animam, Stulte, ablatura lutosam! 32 Civicus iste Lupus Laqueos nec tenderet ullis, Nec Curis esset, Mentem torquentibus, amens, Cernere si posset quod Desperatio tendit. 33 Te, Danista furens, non est profusior ullus; Qui perdis triplicem vitreo pro Munere Gemmam: Te bona Fama, Quies, Anima & pretiosa relinquunt! 34 Qui serit Urticas, metet aspera. Numen Avari Ignifluos Erebi ad Rivos deducit; adibis Aeternas, mollire nequis si Daemona, Poenas! 35 Conscius ipse Mali, fremit. Ah, Miser (inquit) ad istos Allisus pereo Scopulos! me Gratia liquit! Me Furor invasit! Me cultum prodidit Aurum! 36 Tartara sunt mediâ mihi saepè oblata Quiete! Indè sugam videor moliri à Dite tremendo, Undique dum Furiae tacito Tortore flagellant! 37 Pro Radice Atheismus erat; pro centupla Ramis Factio; pro variâ Simulatio Fronde; Furores, Raptus, & Insidiae nostrâ pro Fruge fuerunt! 38 jusensati, & Opum illecti fulgore, profanus Sicut Esau, superam post terga reliquimus AULAM; Hinc Rabies desperat, abhinc Blasphemia frendet! 39 Sic execrandi stimulis cruciantur Avari; Quorum visa Petrae sunt Pectora, Viscera ferrum; Uror, ait Dives, tamen unica gutta negatur! 40 Ignis adurit ubique, nigredine nigrior Ignis! Spectra Oculo! Asp'ra Auri! semper sua Debita Poenis Solvet, at exsolvet nunquam quae Debita Culpis! Nam Omnia quae sunt in Mundo, Libido Carnis non est ex PATRE, sed ex Mundo, etc. 41 INtrat Asotus ovans; Vario strue Flore Theatrum; Simia quaeque aptus Spectator Cercopitheco est: Sic Caput, & Collum, sic Crura, & Brachia torquet. 42 Pulvere conspersus, Lux est aestiva, Capillos; Ornant, imò onerant curtas Redimicula Braccas; Est, ac si Cubitum iturus, Thorace recincto. 43 Affer (ait) Vinum, scintillantémque Puellam, Ut quam, Bacche, creas, extinguat Cypria Flammam! jupiter ascendens est retrogrado Saturno. 44 Amphora quaeque parit (signentur prome) Pyropum: Ora Mero tinctus, ceu Purpura judicis, ardet, Praemicet igniferi cum, pro Face, Pustula Nasi. 45 Conde tuam, moribunde, Pyrem: Si, Stulte, notares Ut fluit Ebriaci citò Mors, per Gutturis Alveûm, Ad Phlegethonta natans, tàm tristè natare paveres! 46 Crapula prae nimio Luxu generatur, & Hydrops; Fercula Ventricolae Sudore parantur Agrestûm: Helluo quisque fodit sibi dente vorace Sepulchrum. 47 Hunc Vertigo gravat. Dic undè Cachexia, Doctor, I sta venit? Generatur (ait) Vertigo Cerebri Flatu Hypochondriaco, quem Crapula crebra creavit. 48 Semivalens, Miseris quod prosit, Gutture sorbet; Mendicique ejus sub dente teruntur; Egeno Sicca negat, madidis quae frusta rigaret Ocellis. 49 Divitis Exemplo, Rationem reddet amaram; Cujus Festa Necem festinavere; Canistrum Mors tulit horrendum, mox abstulit Omnia Daemon! 50 Luminibus jaculando Faces venit Aulica Siren, Discat & ex Oculo lasciva Cupido loquaci: Blandi hanc sollicitant, Muscam ceu Trutta venustam. 51 Picta Genas, variata Comas, nudata Papillas, Affixae Malis Maculae (quasi Signa) notant quòd Copia sit Veneris, nisi desit Copia Solis. 52 Aspectu damnosa suo, Basiliscus ut atrox, Virginei castos deturpat Honoris Amores, Subdola crispato praetendens Retia Crine. 53 Cum Meretrice bonas Decoctor conterit Horas Saltibus, & Choreis, Epulisque, Jocisque protervis; Hancque fovet Gremio morsuram prodigus Anguem. 54 Post morbos Helenam prendent hanc Tormina Mortis; Lumina nunc cujus radiosa, Libidinis Orbes, In Sordes, Meteora velut, Cinerésque revertent. 55 quam rudis informi facie Natura videtur, Donec eam Ratio, Doctrina, & Gratia forment? Nobilis absque quibus vilescit Stemmatis Heros! 56 Integra Vita perit Brutis: Praesentia si quis Perpretiosa Animae disperdit Gaudia, vivus Deperit, infandâ semper stimulatus Erinni! 57 Daemona Flagitiis superant tua Facta nefandis; Quem Gula nec faedat, lucrosa Libido nec angit, Non Vino victus, non à Torpedine vinctus. 58 Dum licet, ergò cave; Scelerum ne Fascina Sensum Incantent, donec Furor arripit Arma. Malorum Prima placet Facies, fremit altera, tertia torquet. 59 O, quam sunt rabidi Peccantes Luminis Orbi! Quaelibet Aerumnae tali sunt Nocte minores! Nemo magìs Miser est Misero haud miserante Seipsum! 60 cum tuus effraenis sub Mortem elangueat Ardor, Sulphuris in Stagnum raptus per Daemona, nigro Igne perureris, Pelagóque flagrante ululabis! Nam Omnia quae sunt in Mundo, Superbia Vitae, non est ex PATRE, sed ex Mundo; & Mundus transit, & Libido ipsius, etc. 61 AMbitiosus adest, fallendi callidus Arte, Quâ texat Fraudis telam, Fatumque sinistrum; Dejicit ille Gradûs, per quos modò scandit in Altum. 62 Se gerit ambiguè, Gressúsque elatior illi; Qui satìs ostensum reputat, de More, Favorem, Vel tria, contorquens Vultum, si Verbula Spargat: 63 Verba nec illa Sinu profert; Nam Luce dolosâ, More suae fidei, lucratur; cernere rectè Non Oculus Valet Errorum caligine septus. 64 Si quis respondet dubiè, putat indè cavendum Esse sibi; &, quàmvis sint ficta severa, veretur Ac si vera: Reum Mens, undique conscia, terret. 65 Praecipiti levis Ambitio petit ardua Cursu, Invidiam pariens, Odio comitata perenni; Nocte Diéque tumens Requiem distorquet Erinnys. 66 Si cuncta expansum calcare per Aëra posset Sceptra pede, & Mundi regeret si solus habenas, Unicus Imperiis det ut omnia Jura subactis; 67 Non tamen Illa diù felicem reddere possent, Undique sed Curis miser imperitantibus esset, Séque fuisse sciat, non sentiat esse beatum. 68 Quae petit Icariis Fastus sublimior Alis, Si malè parta, ruunt subitò: Quaecunque cruenta Prodidit Ambitio sunt personata Theatris. 69 Hoc probat Achitophel, hoc degener Absalon (Ausis Defecere suis, Poenans sed utérque dedêre) Matchiavelliacis: Quod Fraus pessundat Agentem. 70 Ambitione pari gliscunt in Praelia, diris Pompeius, Caesár que Animis: Stat, nôsse Duelli Arbitrio, domitam cui Sors addixerit Urbem. 71 Magnificat Mundus Chammum, Turcamque, Magorque, Hetruscumque Ducem (non sint licèt omnia tanti) Magnum & Alexandrnm.— Ter Tres reor— Ironias. 72 Sunt Sceptra, ut cannae: Cui non suffecerat Orbis, Sarchophagus, licèt angustus, comprêndit. Ineptè Dicitui, Hîc Magnus jacet— Erro, quid hîc nisi pulvis? 73 Dudum qui Satrapae servire tumebat ovanti; Audet nunc imo positum calcare Sepulchro, Quod Cunctos aequat. Documenta dat optima Marmor. 74 Dic ubi nunc Syrus est Leo? dic ubi Persicus Ursus? Graecus ubi Leopardus abit? dispansa potentis Romae ubi nunc Aquila est? ubi celsae Maenia Troiae? 75 Troia abiit, Simoisque manet. Legem aspice Fati! Urbs quae fixa fuit, diffugit Mobilis; atque Permanet in fluxu stabilis Constantia Rivi! 76 Ergò, quid assiduis inhias Conatibus Umbras? Qui solidum amittit Corpus, spe ductus inani, Tristia perpetuo concludit Fata Dolore! 77 Magnates, Vos magna manent Tormenta, Tyranni Si sitis; Nulli parcit furialis Erinnys; Saepiùs Ambitio secura est, tutaque nunquam. 78 Vertice si feriat pennata Superbia Stellas; Cum Satanâ tamen est ruitura; Superbia struxit Culmina Babelis, torvique Ergastula Ditis. 79 Terribilis dirae Centro stat Carcer Abyssi, Sedibus à superis procul, ah, procul Aetheris Aulâ! Quò spes nulla Boni, quò Meta nec ulla Malorum! 80 Ruget in Igne furens. O, si mihi vivere rursus Fas soret extincto! Mortémve subire! Perennem Execrando DEI damnatus acuminat Iram! Sed Qui facit Voluntatem DEI, manet in Aeternum. Domine, doce nos dies nostras ita enumerare, ut applicemus Sapientiae Corda nostra. 81 TUrpe Libido parit; Pudor hinc; resipisce susurrat Tunc Pudor; erumpunt Lachrymae; Precibusque revertit Gratia; abindè Fides, & Amor, Zelusque resurgunt. 82 Qui timet OMNISCIUM, dolet absque Horrore; pavetque, Sed non desperat; Scelerum sine turbine gaudet: Cum Mundus Nequam, Fatuúsve Furénsve notetur. 83 Separet aetheream licèt hic à Corpore Mentem; Liquitur ut tantùm deponat inania Corpus: Gratia pugnantem, Vincentèm Gloria cingit. 84 Non terrent Casus, Fraus, Vis, Mutatio justum; Quò magìs opprimitur, revirescit amoenior; Usque Par Sibi (dum Timidúsque caret, Tumidúsque macrescit.) 85 Non Medicastrorum Sostris emungitur; Et non Lucrosis juristae Ambagibus angitur; Et non Presbyteri Hunc vexat, Scotos populata, Tyrannis. 86 Cultori eximios Virtutis praebet Honores; Datque piis monitis Aurem; Sed Phasmata Mundi Frivola contemnit, vacuis splendentia formis. 87 TRIN-UNI jubilando, corusca supervolat Astra; Cúmque suo miserans pomposa Palatia Fastu, Astu, Aestu, esse bonus, Vitiis ringentibus, audet. 88 Munde minor, gaude, Majore frement, beatus; Orbus in Orbe licèt, Bellaria Mentis abundant, SPIRITUS est Conviva Tibi, Convivia CHRISTUS. 89 Dirigis ad Myrrhae Lucos, Duce NUMINE, gressus; (CHRISTUS enim Lateri fidissimus astat Achates) Delicias Coeli Lachrymarum è Valle tueris. 90 Si sciret Mundus quae Gloria, Gaudia quanta Arcessenda Fide, Sensum sublimibus Alis Sperneret, immensóque DEI flagraret Amore! 91 O, Quis Amoris Honor! Felicibus unica Merces! Te coluisse valet Coelum, caruisse Barathrum! Hinc ornatur Humus, micat hinc Seraphinus Olympus! 92 Bellica Christiadum Discordia dira Regentûm! Uni quod Palma, est Reliquis Jactura; Per Orbem Dum Vexilla Crucem debellant Turcica CHRISTI. 93 Pro nuce, ceu Pueri, confligunt undique Reges: Ditior his Coeli, longéque potentior, Haeres; Cuncta tenens, cum sit CHRISTI, CHRISTUS que DEI sit. 94 Totus, Munde, tuus Thesaurus deficit; atquì Coelica pro solido satis est His Gratia Fulcro, Queîs Lex Jussa DEI, Dux SPIRITUS, AGNUS Amicus. 95 Sed, quid inanis Homo? terrae quid origo repentis? Tantillae quòd Tanta DEUS concederet umbrae? Inque Beatorum supremâ Sede locaret! 96 Non ibi Guttur hians, petulansve Libidinis Aestus, Turgescens non Fastus ibi, livensve Rubigo, Ira nec excrucians, aut Obduratio crustans. 97 Sed fluit Infinita, ut & insatiata Beatis, Usque Potita licèt, tamen usque Petita Voluptas! Quarum quae minor est Animi transcendit Acumen! 98 Mens ibi (deposito terrenae Pondere Molis Telluris Camerâ, summum expectante Tribunal,) jugitèr Angelico suffusa Nitore triumphat. 99 Quisque ibi Sanctorum Regno sine Fine fruetur! Quisque ibi stellato Rex est Diademate cinctus! Quaeque ibi Sceptra premunt Mundi Satanaeque Furorem▪ 100 Faelix Nemo nisi cui JUDEX astat Amicus, Buccina terribilis cum clanxerit ultima, Surge! Meta coronat Opus, Metamque coronet JESUS! FINIS.