"Art thou with pow'r come down to make us leave / Those conquer'd Souls, which by our wiles we have / Fetter'd, with a design to make them be / Companions with us in our misery"?
— Chamberlayne, Sir James (c.1640-1699)
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed by R. E. for R. Bentley, and M. Magnes [etc.]
Date
1680
Metaphor
"Art thou with pow'r come down to make us leave / Those conquer'd Souls, which by our wiles we have / Fetter'd, with a design to make them be / Companions with us in our misery"?
Metaphor in Context
Now that same restless Spirit, who doth go
Round the vast Orb, to work the overthrow
Of Fallen Man, had then among the rest
Of the assembled Jews, a Man possest;
Who when he heard the ever blessed Lord
Divinely teach, most hellishly he roar'd,
And thus he spake,--Can't we be let alone,
Since we are banisht from the heav'nly Throne,
To have the freedom of this lower World,
Must we from hence as from above be hurl'd,
What have we, Jesus, for to do with thee,
Are we not here from thy Dominion free?
Art thou with pow'r come down to make us leave
Those conquer'd Souls, which by our wiles we have
Fetter'd, with a design to make them be
Companions with us in our misery;
I know thee, who thou art, and must thee own
To be the mighty Saviour, and the Son
Of that just God, whom, by our fatal Pride,
We would have equall'd, but in vain we try'd.
Then Jesus sharply did rebuke the Fiend,
And to his saucy Questions put an end;
Commanding him to hold his peace, and quit
The captiv'd Body, and ne're argue it.
Th'enraged Fiend, who durst no longer stay
Within his conquer'd Tenement of Clay,
All foaming threw him on the paved Floor,
Beating his Face till 'twas imbru'd all o're
With Froth and Blood, then with an hideous yell
Forth sally'd the infernal Imp of Hell.
Round the vast Orb, to work the overthrow
Of Fallen Man, had then among the rest
Of the assembled Jews, a Man possest;
Who when he heard the ever blessed Lord
Divinely teach, most hellishly he roar'd,
And thus he spake,--Can't we be let alone,
Since we are banisht from the heav'nly Throne,
To have the freedom of this lower World,
Must we from hence as from above be hurl'd,
What have we, Jesus, for to do with thee,
Are we not here from thy Dominion free?
Art thou with pow'r come down to make us leave
Those conquer'd Souls, which by our wiles we have
Fetter'd, with a design to make them be
Companions with us in our misery;
I know thee, who thou art, and must thee own
To be the mighty Saviour, and the Son
Of that just God, whom, by our fatal Pride,
We would have equall'd, but in vain we try'd.
Then Jesus sharply did rebuke the Fiend,
And to his saucy Questions put an end;
Commanding him to hold his peace, and quit
The captiv'd Body, and ne're argue it.
Th'enraged Fiend, who durst no longer stay
Within his conquer'd Tenement of Clay,
All foaming threw him on the paved Floor,
Beating his Face till 'twas imbru'd all o're
With Froth and Blood, then with an hideous yell
Forth sally'd the infernal Imp of Hell.
Categories
Provenance
Searching "conque" and "soul" in HDIS (Poetry)
Date of Entry
02/14/2005
Date of Review
05/26/2011
