HULACUS

And were it not more cruel, to turn out Poor naked Souls stripped of warm flesh, Like Landlords, Bidding them wander: Then (forsooth) imagine Some unknown Cave or Coast, whither all the myriads Of souls deceased are slipped, and thrust together. Nay, Reason rather says: As at one moment, Some die, and some are born; so may their Ghosts, Without more cost, serve the succeeding age: For sure they do'nt wear; to be cast aside. But enter strait, less, or more noble bodies, According to desert of former deeds. The valiant into Lyons, coward minds Into weak Hares, the ambitious into Eagles Soaring aloft; But the perverse and peevish; Are next indenniz'd into wrinkled Apes: Each vice and virtue wearing seemly shapes. Nature tunes stepdame to her brood, and dammes Deny their monstrous issue. Saturn joined In dismal league with Mars portends some change. Late in a grove by night, a voice was herd To cry aloud, Take heed, more Trojans come. What may be known or done, we'll search, and help, With all religious care. And now's the time, good Brother, of their aid, When dangers, black face frowns upon our state. Away, away, you hearts and tongues profane: Without devotion mysteries are vain. Help us beset with danger, And turn away your anger: Help us begirt with trouble, And now your mercy double: Help us oppressed with sorrow, And fight for us to morrow. Let fire consume the foeman, Let air infect the Roman, Let Seas entomb their fury, Let gaping earth them bury: Let fire and air and water, And earth conspire their slaughter. Fix, holy Brother, now your prayers on One, Britain's chief Patroness; with humble cry, Let us invoke the Moons bright Majesty. they kneel. Me thinks, a gracious luster spreads her brow: And with a nod she ratifies our suit. Draw slaves unwilling, I dare meet my death: And led my Leader. Him, whom all should serve. Nights Sun: A foil to glorify the Day. To die in a good cause. And Hermaphrodite of soul & body. The body hath in weight, the soul in length. Many by land and sea: As steps to glory Throw Palatine on Aesquiline, on both Heap Aventine, to raise one Pyramid: for a Chair of Estate, where thy advanced Head Among those Heroes pictured in the Stars, Oriȝon, Perseus, Hercules, may consult With Jove himself. But shun the Senate house. March round about the Caspian sea; search out Among Cedars tall the Arabian Phoenix nest; Run counter to old Nile, till thou discover His sacred head wrapped up in cloudy mountains: And rather than work fail, Turn Hellespont Out of his channel; Dig that Isthmus down, Which ties great Africa. Shun the Senate house. Be Saturn, and so thou shalt not be Tarquin. A Brutus strong, Repays in Fine: Thy brutish wrong To Brutus line. If I do ill: But not for suffering ill.