Mel Heliconium or, Poeticall Honey, Gathered out of The Weeds of Parnassus ... By Alexander Rosse |
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GIGANTES.
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Increased every where,
Opposing God, and all his Ordinances,
And on high pitch'd fancies
Scale heaven, and fain would pull the holy one
Down from his Chrystall throne.
They study to intrap and circumvent
The just and innocent;
Their chief delight is in rebellion,
Rapine, oppression;
They hunt, and vex, and persecute the good,
They shed and drink their blood;
They rent the Church of Christ with Heresies,
They belch out blasphemies
Against the son of that fair mother-maid;
By whom the world was made;
Who lodg'd within that maiden-cherubin
Nine moneths to purge our sin;
From whose mouth issues out the two-edg'd sword
Of his unconquered word,
With which he will cut off, and quite subdue
That proud and barbarous crue;
Great master-Gunner of heavens Ordinance,
Which makes thy lightnings glance,
And shakes earths pillars with loud roaring thunders:
Great Architect of wonders,
Fling down thy thunder-bolts, and with thy darts
Pierce all the Giants hearts
Which would subvert our Church, and State, and King
And all to ruine bring;
Which sorrow at the peace and union
Of happy Albion.
Support me that I may not fall from grace,
With that Ætnean race;
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Earth and corruption,
And so neglect my soul the better part,
Lord humble so my heart,
That I may not so in my thoughts aspire,
As to incense thine ire;
And keep me from ambitious fantasies,
Proud words, and lofty eyes;
And hold me back, lest I should clamber on
Cloud-neighbouring mountains of Presumption.
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