hard fire in Milton's empty
	
     eyes a world of tastes & smells

odors & breezes heats and
	
     colds the resplendent colors

of heaven translated to multi-
	
     farious taste & sound &

touch speak up for yourself
	
     or you won't be heard

beat them as stubble of the 
	
     field mad unthinking

exultation as if one's enemies
	
     were God's as well Come

seare mee, seare mee, I shall beare
	
     in my body the markes of the

Lord Jesus Come friend, Come,
	
     burne mee, cut mee, I feare

it not.  I have learn'd to feare
	
     the fire of Hell, and not what man

can doe unto mee:  Bastwick's wife
	
     kissed his ears We are asked to

believe that a bee came and sucked 
	
     honey from the flowers in his

hand My wife yesterday of her owne 
	
     accord brought me these wedding 

gloves, for this is my wedding
	
     day Shee is but a young

Souldier of Christ, but shee
	
     hath already endured many a sharp

brunt and cut him deep into the 
	
     neck, neare jugular veine, to the

great danger of his life. the marks
	
     of the state engraved in the bodies

of the citizenry an antinomian
	
     tattoo beaten into cropped ears

so that he fainted from the pain
	
     of his tongue pierced pain

as option scarification as fashion
	
     adornment aristocracy engraved

in the aristocrat's pierced ears
	
     antinomianism in the
 
puritan's sawn stumps Jonson's
	
     branded thumb