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Now let a sacred Trance transport thy Spirit
O Man, to that vnholy-holy Mount;
Christ -crosse supporting Mount, where He did merit
By bitter death, from death, thy Lifes remount:
Mount-Tabor All will mount to see his glorie,
But few his griefe, will mount Mount Caluarie.

There see, ah see, (though torture-tyred quight)
How He (Weake Worme) creeps vp the Hill in Haste:
Yet, lo, the ruthlesse Iewes, with maine, and might,
(Beyond His might) do lugge him to His last:

Now , Eie of Sp'rite, behold this Spectacle;
Christs Crosse him speed, Crosse on his Backe He beares;
That Tree, (that Soule-refreshing Vmbracle
Together with our Sinne) His shoulders teares:
" When Crosse, and Sinne, and Gods most heauie hate
" Depend on Flesh, they Flesh doe lacerate!

Ah! see how th' All-supporting shoulders bow
Vnder this Burden most importable!
And, how his Legs do double, as they goe;
As forc'd to beare much more than they are able:

Now , Soule returne, with thy sole Soules returne
It will not be, they will not pittie him;
Againe He goes, no torment serues their turne,
But Death, with torment, must part Life, from Lymme:
Now, Barrabas is free'd, Christ iudg'd to die;
One spils, the other sheds blood, diuersly!

That Man-destroyer is from Death preseru'd;
This Man-preseruer, Death must straight destroy:
Right's made away, and Wrong is still reseru'd;
In nought but in Christ crucifi'd they ioy:

While that blest Body, Sauiour of each Soule,
(Whose Bodies are the Temples of his Spright)
Hung on the Crosse, by Death DEATH to controule
The Temples Vaile, Stones, Graues, Earth, Skies , and Light ,
Rent, claue, op't, quakt, and (thundring) waxt obscure,
To see LIFE dye, and Griefe theire God deuoure!

These lifelesse Bodies, wanting Soules, and Sence,
(With sense of his Soules, Soule-tormenting, smart)

Now [in the resurrection of his Light
That late lay buried in the Ocean Lake ]
Arise dead Muse resume thy wonted Spright
And once againe, with Him , thy Iourny take
Through Heau'n, to find him out, that All did make:
Yet knowes he more then he did ere create:
For all created Was when as he spake
With Time; whose Tearme had no eternall state:

Now , o're the Eastern Mountaines Headles heigh
We see that Eye (by which our Eies do see)
To peepe, as it would steale on Theeuish Night ,
Which from that EyeS -sight, like a Theefe doth flee
Least by the Same it should surprized be:
Then, is it time (my Muse ) thy wings to stretch
(Sith they are short, too short the worse for thee)
For, this daies Iournie hath a mightie Reach,

Now, mantle Muse , sith now thou straite must Tow 'r:
For lo, the modest East doth blush for shame
That shameles Night on it should haue such pow'r
To lie' with It, till Phaebus sees the same,
And partes them with a farre more blushing flame:
By which our Hemisphere Inhabiters
May see to toile in Ernest , or in Game
Then, vp betimes aboue the pale-fac'st Stars ,

Lo how Apollos Pegasses prepare
To rend the ring-hedge of our Horizon
Be ready Muse , sith they so ready are
To flee with them in such proportion,
That both may moue by heau'nly motion:
And yet their Mouer moues not, but doth rest
In restful-restlesse perfect Action;
By which the worst still fals out for the best
For him, and them that by him still are blest.

Now Heauens bright Eye (awake by Vespers sheene)
Peepes through the purple windowes of the East,
While Night doth sinke beneath the Earth vnseene;
Fearing with lightnes to be sore opprest;
Then vp my wakefull Muse to worke for Rest.
Thou shalt not soundly sleepe till thou hast view'd
Thy iournies end; wherein who ends are blest:
Then, let thy course be zealously pursu'd

Now rouze thee Muse , preuent Apollos rising,
And ruminate on that which thou hast seen:
Thy Waie is old, then shun new waies deuising:
For all deuises from this way haue beene,
The waies to wracke, though nere so gaudy greene:
And though it be obscure as it is steepe,
(And thou in it maist soone be ouerseene)
Yet ( Snaile -like) cling to it, and climbing creep,