e climbing surges strike the stars
And the big Ocean all her strength prepares;
Her foame, and slimy mud sh'hath heap'd together
Devouring waves toss'd with the worst of weather:

Jam nutat aether, jam barathrum prope,
Vastisque campi dissidiis hiant:
Jam fractus illabetur orbis
Sacrilego capiti. i, profunda
Inexpiato pollue Tartara
Tyranni leto: solus & igneum
Insume Cocytum, & frementem
Sulphureis Acheronta ripis.

The firmament doth shake, & Hell so neere
Through the earths large chinks, which gapeth doth appear:
The shatt'red world now falls on's impious head,
Goe, Tyrant with thy death unpardoned,
Even Hell it selfe pollute, possesse, alone,
_Cocytus_, and sulphureous _Acheron_.

Ex sacro Salomonis Epithalamio.

Fulcite me floribus, &c.

Adiuro vos, filiae Jerusalem, ne suscitetis, &c.
Ecce iste venit, saliens in montibus, transiliens colles, &c.

ODE 25. LIB. 2.

Out of _Solomons_ sacred Marriage Song, Cant. 2.

_Stay me with flagons, &c._
_I charge O yee daughters of _Jerusalem_, that yee stirre
not up, nor wake, &c._
_Behold hee commeth leaping upon the Mountaines &c._

ODE 25. LIB. 2.

Me stipate rosariis,
Me fulcite crocis, me violariis,
Me vallate Cydoniis,
Me canis, sociae, spargite liliis:
Nam visi mora Numinis
Mi sacris animam torret in ignibus.
Vos o, vos ego filiae
Caelestis Solymae; vos Galaditides,
Vos o per capreas ego
Errantesq; jugis hinnuleos precor,
Antiqui genus Isaci,
Quae saltus Libani, quae viridem vago
Carmelum pede visitis,
Nymphae nobilium gloria montium:

Stay mee with saffron, underneath me set
Full banks of Roses, beds of violet;
Refresh mee with the choicest fruit, and spread
The whitest Lillies round about my head:
For the delay of the seene-pow're divine
In sacred flames, consumes this breast of mine.
Yee Daughters of that holy Citie, yee!
Yee Sisters! I, 'tis I, that humbly pray!
O, I, intreat you, by each Hind, and Roe,
That straying o're the tops of Hills doe goe,
Yee stock of ancient _Isaac_, yee that move
With nimble foot through _Lebanus_ sweet grove,
O're _Carmels_ fragrant top! yee Nymphs so faire
The glory of the noble Hills that are,

Ne vexate tenacibus