Balaam's beast did Balak's hafte delay, nd the full purpose of the prophet brake, Then he beheld the angel by the way, irst out from beast, and to his master spake: 'hose execration able to aftound
he fun, when he his fummer's height did boaft, nd with a word could instantly confound he world, were it a congregated hoft. e whose wife lips could oracles compile, nd judgments irrevocable did pafs, hould be confounded by the thing most vile, y that bafe creature, the dull worthlefs afs, uling his mouth as with a rider's bit, idden by Belback to denounce their fall: oth all his dreadful menaces acquit, sunding their bleffing and their enemies fall. When this mild man that only did remain, f those from Egypt that the Lord did bring, 'hich he in juftice fundry ways had flain, or their falfe worship and their murmuring. nce he remifs at Meriba was prov'd
nd there his zeal not ardently expreft,
Where the sweet South lays forth her fwelling
With a pleas'd eye he filently survey'd, To that fair city whose high towers do reft Under the palm trees most delicious shade. When this meek man approaching to his death, In death ev'n pleas'd fair Canaan to behold, Whilft he had use of his expiring breath, Thus his last farewell mildly doth enfold. Ifrael (quoth hc) dear Ifrael now adieu, Mofes no more is, that your leader was, Jofhua and Caleb, none but only you, Of the last age muft over Jordan país. Th' Egyptian horrors yet 'twas I did fee, And through those strange calamities did wade, And Ifrael's charge impofed was on me, When they (but then) had fear cely learn'd to dade. Forty-two journies have I ftraitly pafs'd Since first this glorious pilgrimage begun, In wrath or mercy where as first or laft, Some wond'rous thing hath happily been done. M' immortal Maker that fo oft have seen
The Lord did fwear though him he dearly lov'd) (That God of wonder) these complaints not boot, le should not come to Canaan as the rest.
and now approaching Abaris, the place
In yonder fields fo delicate and green, That may not fet my miferable foot.
rom whence he might that promis'd country fee,
So much the Lord good Mofes pleas'd to grace)
ut there his days must confummated be.
When this great prophet zealoufly had bless'd ach fev'ral tribe with a particular good,
Those parting them with forrow so opprefs'd,
Thus leaning back against the rifing cleeve, Railing his faint hands to the hopeful skies, Meek as the morning never feen to strive, Great'it of the prophets, the good Mofes dies. An hundred twenty hardly paffed years, His natural vigour no whit did affuage,
As in the height and fummer of his age. Who being diffolv'd, the angels did inter Near to Bethpeor in the vallied ground, But yet fo fecret kept his fepulchre
That it by mortal never should be found.
That shedding tears, their eyes shed drops of His eyes as bright, his body then appears
To Nebo feated admirably high,
The fpirit prepares him fafely to retire)
Which thrufts his head into the cloudy sky,
Iga fo proudly thither dare afpire.
ilga the height of Abaris, and this
The height of Pifga over all doth stand,
That as the eye of mighty Abaris
urveyeth the imparalleled land.
here goodly Gilead unto him he shews
s far as ever he could look to Dan,
The length and breadth how every way it goes, all her brow kiss the calm Mediterian.
Whose absence thence gave leisure to their luft, Oppugning Aaron, idols them to frame, And by their power ftill ftrengthen this disgust, In him denouncing the Almighty's flame. A gold made god how durft you ever name, For him fo long had led you from the sky, In fight of Sinai crowned with a flame, His glory thence refiding in your eye? Such things might melt mortality to fee, That even the very elements did fright, He that in Egypt had perform'd for thee What made the world amazed at his might. Thy foul tranfpierced ne'er before thou felt'st, But like a quarry it even clave thy breaft, Coming from Sinai when as thou beheld'st Th' elected Ifrael kneeling to a beaft.
Him fenfe forfook, his finews strengthless are, He came fo much amazed therewithal,
The ftony tables flipp'd him unaware,
Might we those muster'd Ifraelites admire, From plains of Sinai mighty Mofes led, Or elfe to view that opulent defire, To that rich ark so freely offered, The marv'lous model of that rareft piece, Th' engravings, caryings, and embroideries tell, The cunning work and excellent device Of neat Aholiah, and Bezaliel.
But we our Moses seriously purfue, And our strong nerves to his high praise apply, That through this maze shall guide us as a clew, And may his virtues absolutely try. Whose charge being weary of their mighty arms, And much offended they had march'd fo long, As oft disturbed with their stern alarms, Suppofe by Mofes to have fuffered wrong. When with the luggage fuch as lagg'd behind, And that were fet the carriages to keep, 'Gainst God and Mofes grievoufly repin'd,
That with their own weight brake them in the fall, Wanting a little fustenance and fleep.
Down this proud lump ambitioufly he flung,
Into base duft diffolving it with fire,
That fince they for variety did long,
They should thereby even furfeit their defire. And fent the mineral through their hateful throats, Whence late those horrid blafphemies did fly, On beftial figures when they fell to doat In prostitution to idolatry.
Now when this potion that they lately took, This chymic medicine (their deferved fare) Upon their beards, and on their bofoms stuck, He doth their flaughter presently prepare. What's he himself to Levi could ally Before this calf not finfully did fall,
Girds not his broad blade to his finewy thigh, When he hears Mofes unto arms to call? Killing not him appointed he should flay, Though they had flept in either's arms before, Though in one womb they at one burthen lay, Yea, when this dead, though that could be no more?
You whom not Egypt's tyranny could wound, Nor feas, nor rocks could any thing deny, That till this day no terror might astound On the sharp points of your own swords to die?
When Mofes now those tables to renew
Of that effential Deity doth merit, Which from his hands he diffolutely threw In the deep anguish of his grieved fpirit. When forty days without all nat'ral food, He on Mount Sinai fixed his abode, Retaining Arength and fervour in his blood, Rapt with the prefence of that glorious God. Who in his high eftate whilft he past by In the cleft rock that holy man did hide, Left he should perish by his radiant eye, When Mofes feeing but his glorious fide, Celeftial brightness seized on his face, That did the wond'ring Ifraelites amaze, When he returned from that fovereign place, His brows encircled with fplendidious rays; That their weak sight beholding of the fame, He after cover'd from the common eyes, Left when for answer unto him they came, The lustful people should idolatrize,
Who with their murm'ring moved in his ire, That they so soon his providence mistruft, Down from his full hand flung that forceful fire, Which in a moment bruis'd their bones to duft. Other the mutt'ring Ifraelites among, When now to Pharan having come so far, For flesh, fish, fallads, and for fruits do long, Manna, they say, is not for men of war. Their glut'nous stomachs lothe that heavenlyb That with full chargers hunger here relieves As by the belly when they strongly fed On hearty garlic and the flesh of beeves. Mild man, what fearful agony thee vex'd, When thou thy God unkindly didft upbraid! How grievoufly thy fuff'ring foul perplex'd, When thou repin'st the charge on thee was land! With God to reason why he should dispose On thee that burthen heavy to sustain, As though he did his purposes enclose Within the limits of man's shallow brain. To judge so many marching every day, That all the flesh of forest and of flood, (When the wild deferts scarcely yield them
Should them fuffice for competence of food That thou should'st wish that hand fo fud of trad Thy ling'ring breath should fuddenly expire, Than that the clamorous multitude should pros These wicked slanders to incite his ire. That God to punish whom he still did love, And in compaffion of thy frailties fear, The fpirit he gave thee lastly should remove To those thy burthen that should after bear. O wond'rous man! who parallell'd thee ever! How large a portion diddeft thou inherit ? That unto seventy he should it diffever, Yet all be prophets only with thy spirit? When, lo, a cloud comes failing with the wind, Unto these rebels terrible to fee, That when they now fome fearful thing divin' A flight of quails perceived it to be. A full day's journey round about the hoft, Two cubits thickness over all they flew, That when by Ifrael he was tempted mon, His glory then most notably to shew,
The greedy people with the very fight Are fill'd before they come thereof to taste, That with fuch furfeit gluts their appetite, Their queasy stomachs ready are to caft. Those that for beef in gluttony did call
Those the high'st God his powerfulness to try, Cloys with the fowl that from the heavens do fall, Until they stuff their stomachs by the eye. But whilst the flesh betwixt their teeth they chew, And fuck the fat so delicately fweet,
(With too much plenty that even fulfome grew That lies fo common trodden under feet.) That God impartial and so rightly just,
When he had given them more than they defire, Duly to punish their infatiate lift,
Pours down his plagues confuming as his fire. And with a strong hand violently strake
Their blood, distemper'd with luxurious diet, That foon the fores in groins and arm-pits brake, Thus could the Lord scourge their rebellious riot. Aaron and Miriam, all too much it were For grief when Mofes ready is to die;
But you whom one womb happily did bear 'Gainst your mild brother needs muft mutiny. O unkind Aaron when thou foudly fram'dit, That beaft-like idol bowing Ifrael's knee, He then thee begg'd, and those so bafely blanı'dst, And did divert the judgment due to thee. Immodest Miriam, when the hand of might mig Left thee with lothsome leprofy defil'd, Contemn'd and abject in the vileft fight, From the great host perpetually exil'd: When thou hadst spit the utmost of thy spite, And for thy fin this plague on thee was thrown,
-He not forfook thee, but in heavy plight Kneeling to God obtain'd thee for his own. His wond'rous patience ever was apply'd To those on him that caufelessly complain, Who did with comely carelessness deride What happy men should evermore disdain.
When now the spials for the promis'd foil, For the twelve tribes that twelve in number went, Having discover'd forty days with toil, Safely return'd as happily they went:
Bringing the figs, pomegranates, and the grapes, Whose verdurous clusters that with moisture swell, Seem by the taste and strangeness of the shapes, The place that bare them faithfully to tell: That well exprefs'd the nature of the earth, So full of liquor and so wond'rous great, That from fuch wished fruitfulness in birth, Suck'd the sweet marrow of a plenteous teat. But whilit they stand attentively to hear The fundry foils wherein they late had been, Telling what giants did inhabit there, What towns of war that walled they had seen. Of Anack's offspring when they came to tell, And their huge ftature when they let them fee, And of their shapes so terrible and fell,
Which were fuppos'd the Titanois to be;
That they their God do utterly refuse, Against just Mofes openly exclaim, And were in hand a captain them to choose To guide them back to Goshen whence they came, Not at the dread of the Egyptian days,
What by mild Mofes he to pass had brought, Nor seen by him done at the purple feas, On their vile minds a higher temper wrought. Whom when of God he begg'd with bloody eyes, And against heaven did obstinately strive, Obtain'd fo hardly their immunities, Whose fin feem'd greater than he could forgive. Caleb and Joshua, you courageous men, When bats and ftones against your breasts were
Oppofe yourselves against the other ten, That expedition bafely that diffuade.
Quoth they. To conquer as he did before No more than men, what praife his puiffance yields, But he whose force the very rocks did gore, Can with the fame hand cleave their brazen shields. He that forefaw that this should be our feat, And only knew the goodness of the fame, Poffefs'd the place with those that were so great For us to keep it fafely till we came. For which the Lord did vow that not a man At Sinai muster'd, where fuch numbers were, Should live to come to fruitful Canaan, Only those two fo well themselves that bear. And for the bafeness of those recreant fpies, Whose melting minds this impious slander bred, And the vile people's incredulities, In that their God so strongly promifed. For forty days difcovery of the land, They forty years in wilderness shall waste, Confum'd with plagues from his impetuous hand, Until that age be abfolutely past. Which scarcely spoke, but quickly took effect, For those so cold, and cowardly-before, Hearing the cenfure of their base neglect, To make his vengeance and their fin the more. Ent'ring the land which Moses them denies, Their defp'rate will no better can afford, Offering those lives they did so lightly prize Unto the vengeance of the heath'nish sword. And in the host new factions daily grew, When Choran, Dathan, and Abiram rife, Two hundred men of special note that drew, Whose strength gave power to their confederacies. But the vast earth incontinently clave, And on the sudden hurried them to hell; With the thrill scream the shrieking people gave, The fainting host into a fever fell The rest of the conspirators were left (From the first's fall enforsing their retire, Of all the fuccours of the hoft bereft) Confum'd to ashes with heaven's violent fire And those th' abettors of this vile attempt That did mild Mofes cruelly pursue, From th' other's fin that could not be exempt,
Their hearts funk down, and though the fruits Them with the dreadful pestilence he flew.
By their rare beauty might allure their eyes,
Yet this report their coward fouls did awe, And so much daunt the forward enterprise,
That had not Aaron when all hope was fled, With holy incenfe their atonement wrought, Thrafting himself 'twixt the living and the dead, All had to ruin utterly been brought.
Where fourteen thousand and feven hundred sunk | When they the time no longer could adjourn, Under the burden of their odious fin,
Which now was wax'd fo infufferably rank, It was high time his vengeance should begin. When after this so terrible a thing, Now that triumphant and miraculous wand Brings forth ripe almonds, strongly witueffing In Levi's tribe the priesthood still to stand. With leaves and blosioms bravely it doth flourish, Some budding, fome as inflantly but blown. As when the fame the natural rind did nourish, For Mofes' fake fuch miracles were shewn. Forward to Cade they their journey cast, Where the good Miriam makes her latest hour, Miriam the fair, the excellent, the chaste, Miriam that was of wonianhood the flower, Here bids her brothers lovingly adieu, Who at her parting kifs her clofing eyes, Whose wond'rous lofs fufficiently to rue, More is the grief that tears cannot fuffice. Moist are their eyes, their lips are fhrunk with heat, Their grief within, as outward it appears, 'Their want of water in that place as great, As it to them is plentiful of tears. 'They at one instant mutiny and mourn, Sorrows creep confusedly together, The tears for her incontinent they turn
To words 'gainft Mofes that did guide them thi ther.
Who from the rock Aruck water with the wand, 'That man and beaft might plenteoufly maintain, But he from rocks that fountains can command, Cannot yet ftay the fountains of his brain.
Much woe for Miriam these good men did make Whilft there were two that might bewail this one, But two departing for their mutual fake, Mofes remains to mourn himself alone, Aaron the ancient'ft of Hebrew line, Replete with natural comelinefs and grace, (God-like fo far as man might be divine) Endeth his days in this predeflin'd place. Which being forewarned to await his end, And here the fate foretelling him to die, That the good hour doth only now attend, Will'd to afcend the mountain (being nigh.) With Eleazar his dear child he goes, Led by mild Mofes as the Lord decreed, To his lov'd fon his garments to difpofe, Him in the priesthood 'pointed to fucceed. When turning hack to bid them all adieu, Who look'd as faft to bid this lord farewell. Fountains of late fo fast from rocks ne'er flew, As the falt drops down their fad bofoms fell. Nor the obdurat'st, nor the ftonieft hearts, That in deep forrow melting here forbears, 'Those to whom nature not those drops imparts, Spent what in fighs, the other did in tears. Sated with fobs, but hungry with his fight, Their wat'ry eyes him earnestly purfue, When to difcern him they no longer might, Where their fighs ends, their forrows do renew. Com'n to the top, to the appointed place, His fon in all his ornaments invelted, Which the good Aaron meekly doth embrace, And unto him his offices bequested.
After embraces and a flood of woes, (Which when one ceas'd the other took his turn) From either's eyes that on the other flows. Now at the last point, at the gasp of death, He whom the whole world hath but fuch another, Gives up his latest, his most blessed breath, In the dear arms of his beloved brother: So wifely worketh that eternal being By the ttill changes of their varying flate, (As to the end through the beginning seeing) To build the frame of unavoided fate.
When those given up to their lafcivious wills, Themselves in Midian wantonness that waite, Whose fleshly knowledge fip'd those sugar'd ills, Twenty-four thousand flaughtered at the laft. Of all those that in Sinai number'd are, I' th' plains of Moab muster'd then again, Wafted by time, fire, peftilence, and war, Those promis'd two, and Mofes did remain.
The time expir'd that they for Aaron meurn'd, New conquest now, new comfort them doth bring, Their former hope successively return'd, That feem'd before fo fadly languishing. When they the glorious victory obtain The plains of Horma scatter'd all with shields, Where Arad and his Canaanites are flain, Not the leafl fight of many glorious fields. With Sehon's flaughter feconded again, And Og's great fall of a gigantic strength, Whofe bed of iron fathien'd to contain In breadth four cubits, doubling it in length: The living remnant of the mighty race Of big-bon'd Anack terrible and dread, Which long time bat'ning in that fertile place, Grew like the fat foil wherein they were bred. Not poets fictions of the Phlægrian fields, Where as the giants up to heaven would climb, Heaping on mountains not fuch wonder yields, As did the man that lived in that time. And five proud kings fell in their recreant flight, Before arm'd Ifrael on the Midian plain, Zur, Hur, and Eni, men of wonders might, Reba and Rekem valiantly flain.
And as his stre.gth crush'd mighty kings to daf, And cleft the helms that thunder proof were
That hand that help'd them fcourg'd their impactus When his high judgment to pervert they fought. And fent thofe ferpents (with their fiery fting) With inflammations that their flesh did fweil, Sharply to fcourge their truftless murmurings, That fill in infidelity did dwell.
Rare in this creature was his wond'rous might, 1 hat should effect the nature of the fire, Yet to recure the forance by the fight, Sickness might feem the remedy t' admire. Only by metal miracles to work, Theal, That ferpent's shape, the ferpent's hurt should To shew in him the mysteries that lurk, And being to strange, as firangely doth reveal That the forg'd figure of so vile a thing Should the difcale so prefently remove, Only by th' eye a remedy to bring, Deep fearching magic leaveth to approve.
And there his zeal not ardently exprest,
Th' Egyptian horrors yet 'twas I did fee, And through those strange calamities did wade, And Ifrael's charge impofed was on me, When they (but then) had fearcely learn'd to dadę. Forty-two journies have I straitly pafs'd Since first this glorious pilgrimage begun, In wrath or mercy where as first or laft, Some wond'rows thing hath happily been done. M' immortal Maker that fo oft have feen
'The Lord did fwear (though him he dearly lov'd) (That God of wonder) these complaints not boot,
He should not come to Canaan as the reft.
And now approaching Abaris, the place
In yonder fields fo delicate and green, That may not fet my miferable foot.
From whence he might that promis'd country fee, (So much the Lord good Mofes pleas'd to grace) But there his days must confummated be.
When this great prophet zealoufly had blefs'd Each fev'ral tribe with a particular good,
Whofe parting them with forrow so oppress'd,
Thus leaning back against the rifing cleeve, Railing his faint hands to the hopeful skies, Meek as the morning never feen to strive, Great'it of the prophets, the good Mofes dies. An hundred twenty hardly pafied years, His natural vigour no whit did afsuage,
That shedding tears, their eyes shed drops of His eyes as bright, his body then appears
To Nebo feated admirably high,
(The fpirit prepares him fafely to retire)
Which thrufts his head into the cloudy sky, Pisga fo proudly thither dare afpire. Pisga the height of Abaris, and this The height of Pifga over all doth stand, That as the eye of mighty Abaris Surveyeth the imparalleled land. Where goodly Gilead unto him he shews As far as ever he could look to Dan, The length and breadth how every way it goes, Till her brow kifs the calm Mediterian.
The future time in Ifrael fhall not fee.
As in the height and fummer of his age. Who being diffolv'd, the angels did inter Near to Bethpeor in the vallied ground, But yet fo fecret kept his fepulchre That it by mortal never should be found. Left that his people (if the place were known) Seeing by him the miracles were done, That ever to idolatry were prone, Unto his bones a worshipping should run. One that God grac'd fo many fundry ways, No former age hath mentioned to be, Arrived at the period of his days
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