PETER RAV. in Matth. The devil is the author of evil, the fountain of wickedness, the adversary of truth, the corrupter of the world, man's perpetual enemy; he planteth snares, diggeth ditches, spurreth bodies, he goadeth souls, he suggesteth thoughts, belcheth anger, exposeth virtues to hatred, maketh vices beloved, soweth errors, nourisheth contention, disturbeth peace, and scattereth affection. MACAR. Let us suffer with those that suffer, and be crucified with those that are crucified, that we may be glorified with those that are glorified. SAVANAR. If there be no enemy, no fight; if no fight, no victory; if no victory, no crown. EPIG. 15. My soul, sit thou a patient looker on ; Judge not the play, before the play is done : Speaks a new scene; the last act crowns the play. THE SECOND BOOK. 1. ISAIAH 1. 11. You that walk in the light of your own fire, and in the sparks that ye have kindled, ye shall lie down in sorrow. D 1. O silly Cupid, snuff and trim Thy false, thy feeble light, And make her self-consuming flames more bright; Is this that sprightly fire, Whose more than sacred beams inspire The ravish'd hearts of men, and so inflame desire? 2. See, boy, how thy unthrifty blaze Consumes, how fast she wanes ; She spends herself, and her, whose wealth maintains Cannot thy lustful blast, Which gave it lustre, make it last? What heart can long be pleas'd, where pleasure spends so fast? 3. Go, wanton, place thy pale-fac'd light ́ Intends to visit mortals, or display Thy torch will burn more clear In night's un-Titan'd hemisphere; Heav'n's scornful flames and thine can never co-appear. In Sic Lumine Lumen ademptum. So shines the Sun in native Splendour bright. The feeble Ray eclipsing with his Light. 4. In vain thy busy hands address Their labour to display Thy easy blaze within the verge of day; If heav'n's bright glory shine, Thy glimm'ring sparks must needs resign; Puff out heav'n's glory, then, or heav'n will work out 5. Go, Cupid's rammish pander, go, Whose dull, whose low desire Can find sufficient warmth from nature's fire; Blow wind made strong with spite: [thine. Thy lesser spark may shine, and warm the new-made Deluded mortals, tell me, when Your daring breath has blown Heav'n's taper out, and you have spent your own, Ah, fools! perpetual night Shall haunt your souls with Stygian fright, [night. Where they shall boil in flames, but flames shall bring |