A thousand wild chimeras would him cast, As when a fearful dream, in midst of night, Skips to the brain, and fancies to the sight Some winged fury, straight the hasty foot, Eager to fly, cannot pluck up his root, The voice dies in the tongue, and mouth gapes without boot. Now he would dream that he from heaven fell, And then would snatch the air, afraid to fall; And now he thought he sinking was to hell, And then would grasp the earth; and now his stall Him seemed hell, and then he out would crawl; And ever as he crept would squint aside, Lest him perhaps some fury had espied, And then, alas! he should in chains for ever bide. Therefore he softly shrunk and stole away, Nor ever durst to draw his breath for fear, Till to the door he came, and there he lay Panting for breath, as though he dying were; And still he thought he felt his grapples tear Him by the heels back to his ugly den; Out fain he would have leaped abroad, but then Within the gloomy hole of this pale wight, The serpent wooed Him with his charms to win : But He upon ambrosia daily fed, That grew in Eden-thus He answered: So both away were caught, and to the temple fled. Well knew our Saviour this the serpent was, And the old serpent knew our Saviour well; Never did any this in falsehood pass, Never did any Him in truth excel; With Him we fly to heaven, from heaven we fell With him; but now they both together met Here did Presumption her pavilion spread Over the temple, the bright stars among; (Ah! that her foot should trample on the head Of that most reverend place!) and a lewd throng Of wanton boys sung her a pleasant song, Of love, long life, of mercy, and of grace; And every one her dearly did embrace, And she herself enamoured were of her own face. Poor fool! she thought herself in wondrous price But were she not in a fool's Paradise, She might have seen more reason to despair: But him she like some ghastly fiend did fear; And therefore as that wretch hewed out his cell Under the bowels in the heart of hell, So she above the moon amid the stars would dwell. Her tent with sunny clouds was ceiled aloft, And so exceeding shone with a false light, Heaven without clouds to her deluded sight: Like as a ship in which no balance lies, Fairly along with wind and water flies, And painted masts with silken sails embraves, To laugh awhile at her so proud array; Her waving streamers loosely she lets play, And flagging colours shine as bright as smiling day. But all so soon as heaven his brows doth bend, Up to the Olympic waves, and Argus seems Again to ride upon our lower streams: Right so Presumption did herself behave, Tossed about with every stormy wave, And in white lawn she went most like an angel brave. Gently our Saviour she began to shrive Whether He were the Son of God, or no; For any other she disdained to wive: And if He were, she bid Him fearless throw A flight of little angels, that did wait, Upon their glittering wings to launch Him straight, And longed on their backs to feel his glorious weight. But when she saw her speech prevailed nought, Whose snowy shoulders, like some chalky shore, Restless Olympus seemed to rest upon, With all his swimming globes; so both are gone, All suddenly the hill his snow devours, In lieu whereof a goodly garden grew; As if the snow had melted into flowers, Which their sweet breath in subtle vapours threw, For whatsoe'er might aggravate 18 the sense, 17 Paragon, companion. 18 Used in the sense of "heighten," or "give pleasure to." Not lovely Ida might with this compare, Though many streams his banks besilvered, Though Xanthus with his golden sands he bore; Nor Hybla, though his thyme depastured; Nor Rhodope, nor Tempe's flowery plain; Adonis' garden was to this but vain, Though Plato on his beds a flood of praise doth rain. For in all these some one thing most did grow; For sweet variety herself did throw To every bank; here all the ground she dyed, And damasked all the earth; and here she shed And every sight the yielding sense as captive led. The garden like a lady fair was cut, That lay as if she slumbered in delight, And to the open skies her eyes did shut; The azure fields of heaven were sembled right In a large round, set with the flowers of light; The flowers-de-luce, and the round sparks of dew That hung upon their azure leaves, did shew Like twinkling stars that sparkle in the evening blue. Upon a hilly bank her head she cast, On which the bower of vain delight was built; White and red roses for her face was placed, And for her tresses marigolds were spilt; Them broadly she displayed, like flaming gilt, Till in the ocean the glad day were drowned; Then up again her yellow locks she wound, And with green fillets in their pretty cauls them bound. What should I here depaint her lily hand, Her veins of violets, her ermine breast, Which there in orient colours living stand; Or how her gown with silken leaves is dressed; A wall of price hid in his bushes bears, Shaking at every wind their leafy spears, While she supinely sleeps, nor to be waked fears. Over the hedge depends the graping elm, Whose greener head, empurpured in wine, And half suspect the bunches of the vine, Under the shadow of these drunken elms A fountain rose The font of silver was, and so his showers Seemed to have molten in their shining holes, And on the water, like to burning coals, On liquid silver leaves of roses lay: But when Vain Glory here did list to play, Rose water then it rained, and milk it ran, they say. The roof thick clouds did paint, from which three boys The naked boys unto the water's fall Their stony nightingales had taught to call, When Zephyr breathed into their watery enterall. And all about, embayed in soft sleep, A herd of charmed beasts aground were spread, |