Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, NOVEMB. 5. 1644, by JOSEPH BEAUMONT


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NOVEMB. 5. 1644, by                    
First Line: Ono mischeivous spirits, it cannot be
Last Line: Blush all in blood, wch ought still to be white in peace.
Subject(s): Treason


O NO Mischeivous Spirits, it cannot be
That all Hell should at once break out, yt yee
Should let Confusion lose, & by
An absolute Impietie
Leave Antichrist Himselfe no way
How Hee ye King of Monsters may
Approve Himselfe, & by some gallant sin
Usher ye whole Worlds dreadfull Dissolution in.

Your Plot is layd too deep: oh it would rend
Hells lowest bowells out, & fouly blend
Them with Heavns beauteous face. You might
Have been content wth finite spight,
And chose some Treason that might not
The whole Worlds former Traytors blot
Out of their Catalogue; you might have bin
Cursed enough, had you but copied some old sin.

It must not be: Heavn has a thousand Wayes
To undermine your vault, and can with ease
Blow up your plot it selfe; but yet
Its infinite Wisdome thinks it fit
That you, The Traytors onely bee
Traytors to your owne Treacherie;
That your owne hand & pen ye way may write
Your deep Designe of Darknes how to bring to light.

O may that Vengeance, wch now sits on You
Heavy & sure, its Wholesome terrour throw
On their foule Zeale wch labour by
Full streams of blood to purifie,
And to reforme, what cleanly they
Esteeme polluted: Must ye Way
Of Puritie be purged by a staine,
And that of Scarlet's deepest Die a Sin ingraine?

Surely this is a Treason too, whose bent's
Not ye two Houses but two Testaments
To undermine, & at one blow
Both Root and Branch to overthrow;
To make both Law & Gospell be
Pliant to lawlesse Fervencie;
To rend ye Lambs skin, & to make his Fleece
Blush all in Blood, wch ought still to be white in Peace.





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