Heavens glorious Eie, which all the world surveyes,
This morning through my window shot his rayes
Where with his hatefull and unwellcome beames
He guilt the Surface of aflictions Streames;
In anger at their bold intrusion I
Did yet into a darker Covert fly:
But They like impudent Suters brisk and rude
Me even to my thickest Shade persude,
Whome when I saw that I could no where shun
I thus began to chide th'immodest Sun.
" How, Gawdy Masker, darst thou looke on me
Whose Sable Coverings thy reproaches be?
Thou to our murtherers thy taper bearst,
Th'oppressive race of men thou warmst and Chearst,
The blood which thou hast Seene pollutes thy light
And renders it more hatefull than the Night.
All good men loath thee growne a common bawd
The Brave that Leadst Impieties abroad,
Who Smiling doest on lust and rapine shine
Nor Shrinkst thy head in at disgorgd wine,
Which Sinners durst not let the see before.
Now thy conniving lookes they dred no more,
Becas thou makst their pleasant gardins growe
And Chearishest the fruitefull seeds they sowe
In feilds, which unto them descended not,
By Violence briberry and oppression gott.
Thou sawst the league of God himselfe dissolvd
Which a whole Nation in one curse Involvd,
Thou Sawst a thankelesse people slaughtring those
Whose noble blood redeemd them from their foes,
Thy staind beames into the Prison came
But lost their boasts, outshind with vertues flame.
Thou sawst the Innocent to exile Led,
And for all this veildest not thy radiant head,
But comst as a gay courtier to deride
Reuines we would in Silent shadows hide.
Since then thou wilt thurst into this darke roome,
By thyne owne light read thy most certeine doom,
Darkenesse shall shortly quench thy impure light
And thou Shalt Sett in Everlasting Night.
Those whome thou flattriest shall se thee expire,
And have no light but their one funerall fire;
Theire shall they in a dreadfull wild amaze
At once see all their glorious Idolls blaze.
Thy Sister, the pale Empris of the Night,
Shall never more reflect thy borrowd light,
Into black blood shall her darke body turne
While that polluted spheres about yow burne,
And the Elementall heaven like melting lead
Drops downe Upon the impious rebells head.
Then Shall our King his Shining host display
At whose approach our mists shall fly away
And wee Illuminated by his Sight
No more shall neede Thy everquenched Light."
This morning through my window shot his rayes
Where with his hatefull and unwellcome beames
He guilt the Surface of aflictions Streames;
In anger at their bold intrusion I
Did yet into a darker Covert fly:
But They like impudent Suters brisk and rude
Me even to my thickest Shade persude,
Whome when I saw that I could no where shun
I thus began to chide th'immodest Sun.
" How, Gawdy Masker, darst thou looke on me
Whose Sable Coverings thy reproaches be?
Thou to our murtherers thy taper bearst,
Th'oppressive race of men thou warmst and Chearst,
The blood which thou hast Seene pollutes thy light
And renders it more hatefull than the Night.
All good men loath thee growne a common bawd
The Brave that Leadst Impieties abroad,
Who Smiling doest on lust and rapine shine
Nor Shrinkst thy head in at disgorgd wine,
Which Sinners durst not let the see before.
Now thy conniving lookes they dred no more,
Becas thou makst their pleasant gardins growe
And Chearishest the fruitefull seeds they sowe
In feilds, which unto them descended not,
By Violence briberry and oppression gott.
Thou sawst the league of God himselfe dissolvd
Which a whole Nation in one curse Involvd,
Thou Sawst a thankelesse people slaughtring those
Whose noble blood redeemd them from their foes,
Thy staind beames into the Prison came
But lost their boasts, outshind with vertues flame.
Thou sawst the Innocent to exile Led,
And for all this veildest not thy radiant head,
But comst as a gay courtier to deride
Reuines we would in Silent shadows hide.
Since then thou wilt thurst into this darke roome,
By thyne owne light read thy most certeine doom,
Darkenesse shall shortly quench thy impure light
And thou Shalt Sett in Everlasting Night.
Those whome thou flattriest shall se thee expire,
And have no light but their one funerall fire;
Theire shall they in a dreadfull wild amaze
At once see all their glorious Idolls blaze.
Thy Sister, the pale Empris of the Night,
Shall never more reflect thy borrowd light,
Into black blood shall her darke body turne
While that polluted spheres about yow burne,
And the Elementall heaven like melting lead
Drops downe Upon the impious rebells head.
Then Shall our King his Shining host display
At whose approach our mists shall fly away
And wee Illuminated by his Sight
No more shall neede Thy everquenched Light."