The glorious lover a divine poem upon the adorable mystery of sinners redemption /

At this Apollyon's parched Lips did quiver, These words, like darts, struck through his heart and liver, He gnawed his very tongue for pain and woe, And stamped, and foamed, and knew not what to do, ⟨p. 39⟩Till ere a while, like to a Lyon bold, Upon his Spear he furiously takes hold, And doth the second time the Lord engage, With greater violence and fiercer rage. As when loud Thunder roars, and rends the Sky, Or murdering Cannons let their Bullets fly: So did he cause as 'twere the Earth to quake, When he at him the second time did make; And by the force of his permitted power, Snatches him up, as if he would devour Him, like the prey which hungry Lyons eat; But not prevailing, down he did him set Upon a Pinnacle 'oath Temple high, And then again upon him does let fly: But finding he no hurt to him could do, He strives him headlong down from thence to throw Pretending if he were so great an one, His foot could not be dashed against a Stone. But then our Prince did draw his Sword again, Not doubting in the least he should obtain Another victory against this foe; And did indeed give him so great a blow, That he fell down, being forced to give ore, And shamefully retreated, as before,

At this Apollyon's parched Lips did quiver, These words, like darts, struck through his heart and liver, He gnaw'd his very tongue for pain and wo, And stampt, and foam'd, and knew not what to do, ⟨p. 39⟩Till e're a while, like to a Lyon bold, Upon his Spear he furiously takes hold, And doth the second time the Lord engage, With greater violence and fiercer rage. As when loud Thunder roars, and rends the Skie, Or murdering Cannons let their Bullets fly: So did he cause as 'twere the Earth to quake, When he at him the second time did make; And by the force of his permitted power, Snatches him up, as if he would devour Him, like the prey which hungry Lyons eat; But not prevailing, down he did him set Upon a Pinacle 'oth Temple high, And then again upon him does let fly: But finding he no hurt to him could do, He strives him headlong down from thence to throw Pretending if he were so great an one, His foot could not be dasht against a Stone. But then our Prince did draw his Sword again, Not doubting in the least he should obtain Another victory against this foe; And did indeed give him so great a blow, That he fell down, being forced to give ore, And shamefully retreated, as before,