“There did we promise, if His mercy deign 1
To bear us safe where Phœbus bursts the womb,
Or to blind worlds we would His faith ordain,
Or headstrong Heathenesse to death would doom.
All for our Souls’ eternal health were fain
With pure, veracious shrift our Sprites t’ illume,
Whereby, though Her’eticks may its power decry,
Souls like the ren’ovate Phœnix heav’enward fly.
2
“Tomámos o divino mantimento,
Cum cuja graça sancta tantos dias,
Sem outro algum terrestre provimento,
Se sustentaram já Moysés e Helias:
Pão, de quem nenhum grande pensamento,
Nem sutís e profundas phantesias
Alcançam o segredo, e virtude alta,
Se do juizo a fé não suppre a falta.”
“Then to partake of Ghostly Meat we went, 2
By whose most gracious boon so many days,
Sans taste of other earthly nutriment,
Erst were sustained Elias and Moysès:
Bread, whose deep secrets ne thought eminent
Ne subtle lore, ne soaring phantasies
Shall ever fathom, ever plumb its might,
An to dark Reason Faith deny her light.”