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<DIV1 TYPE="title page">
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<P>CARMEN
DEO NOSTRO,
TE DECET HYMNVS
SACRED POEMS,
COLLECTED,
CORRECTED,
AVGMENTED,
Mo&s;t humbly Pre&s;ented. TO
MY LADY
THE COVNTSSE OF
DENBIGH
BY
Her mo&s;t deuoted Seruant. R. C.
IN heaty acknowledgment of his immortall
obligation to her Goodnes &amp; Charity.</P>
<P>AT PARIS,
By PETER TARGA, Printer to the Arch|bishope
ef Paris, in S. Victors &s;treete at
the golden &s;unne. M.DC.LII.</P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="2">
<PB REF="2">
<HEAD>CRASHAWE,
THE
ANAGRAMME.
HE WAS CAR.</HEAD>
<L>WAS CAR then Crashawe; or WAS
Crashawe CAR,</L>
<L>Since both within one name combi|ned
are?</L>
<L>Yes, Car's Crashawe, he Car; t'is loue alone</L>
<L>Which melts two harts, of both compo&s;ing one.</L>
<L>So Crashawe's &s;till the &s;ame: &s;o much de&s;ired</L>
<L>By &s;tronge&s;t witts; &s;o honor'd &s;o admired</L>
<L>CAR WAS but HE that enter'd as afriend</L>
<L>With who~ he shar'd his thoughtes, and did co~mend</L>
<L>(While yet he liu'd) this worke; they lou'd each
other:</L>
<L>Sweete Crashawe was his friend; he Crashawes
brother.</L>
<L>So Car hath Title then; t'was his intent</L>
<L>That what his riches pen'd, poore Car should print.</L>
<L>Nor feares he checke pray&s;ing that happie one</L>
<L>Who was belou'd by all; di&s;pray&s;ed by none.</L>
<L>To witt, being pleas'd with all things, he pleas'd all.</L>
<L>Nor would he giue, nor take offence; befall</L>
<L><PB REF="3">
What might; he would po&s;&s;e&s;&s;e him&s;elfe: and liue</L>
<L>As deade (deuoyde of intere&s;t) t'all might giue</L>
<L>De&s;ea&s;e t'his well compo&s;ed mynd; fore&s;tal'd</L>
<L>With heauenly riches: which had wholy call'd</L>
<L>His thoughtes from earth, to liue aboue in'th aire</L>
<L>A very bird of paradice. No care</L>
<L>Had he of earthly trashe. What might &s;uffice</L>
<L>To fitt his &s;oule to heauenly exerci&s;e.</L>
<L>Sufficed him: and may we gue&s;&s;e his hart</L>
<L>By what his lipps brings forth, his onely part</L>
<L>Is God and godly thoughtes. Leaues doubt to none</L>
<L>But that to whom one God is all; all's one.</L>
<L>What he might eate or weare he tooke no thought.</L>
<L>His needfull foode he rather found then &s;ought.</L>
<L>He &s;eekes no downes, no sheetes, his bed's &s;till
made</L>
<L>If he can find, a chaire or &s;toole, he's layd,</L>
<L>When day peepes in, he quitts his re&s;t le&s;&s;e re&s;t.</L>
<L>And &s;till, poore &s;oule, before he's vp he's dres't.</L>
<L>Thus dying did he liue, yet liued to dye</L>
<L>In the virgines lappe, to whom he did applye</L>
<L>His virgine thoughtes and words, and the~ce was &s;tyld</L>
<L>By foes, the chaplaine of the virgine myld</L>
<L>While yet he liued without: His mode&s;tie</L>
<L>Imparted this to &s;ome, and they to me.</L>
<L>Liue happie then, deare &s;oule; inioy the re&s;t</L>
<L>Eternally by paynes thou purchacede&s;t,</L>
<L>While Car mu&s;t liue in care, who was thy friend</L>
<L>Nor cares he how he liue, &s;o in the end,</L>
<L>He may inioy his deare&s;t Lord and thee;</L>
<L>And &s;itt and &s;inge more skilfull &s;ongs eternally.</L>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="3">
<HEAD>AN
EPIGRAMME Vpon the pictures in the following Poemes
which the Authour fir&s;t made with his owne
hand, admirably well, as may be &s;eene in his
Manu&s;cript dedicated to the right Honorable
Lady the L. Denbigh.</HEAD>
<L>Twixt pen and pen&s;ill ro&s;e a holy &s;trife</L>
<L>Which might draw vertue better to the life.</L>
<L>Be&s;t witts gaue votes to that: but painters
&s;wore</L>
<L>They neuer &s;aw peeces &s;o &s;weete before</L>
<L>As thes: fruites of pure nature; where no art</L>
<L>Did lead the vntaught pen&s;ill, nor had part</L>
<L>In th'-worke.</L>
<L>The hand growne bold, with witt will needes conte&s;t.</L>
<L>Doth it preuayle? ah wo: &s;ay each is be&s;t.</L>
<L>This to the eare speakes wonders; that will trye</L>
<L>To &s;peake the &s;ame, yet lowder, to the eye.</L>
<L>Both their aymes are holy, both con&s;pire</L>
<L>To wound, to burne the hart with heauenly fire.</L>
<L>This then's the Doome, to doe both parties right:</L>
<L>This, to the eare speakes be&s;t; that, to the &s;ight.</L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>THOMAS CAR.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="dedication">
<PB REF="4">
<HEAD><FIGURE>
</FIGURE>
NON VI.</HEAD>
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><L>'Tis not the work of force but &s;kill</L>
<L>To find the way into man's will.</L>
<L>'Tis loue alone can hearts vnlock.</L>
<L>Who knowes the <HI>WORD,</HI> he needs not knock.</L></Q>
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<HEAD>TO THE
Noble&s;t &amp; be&s;t of Ladyes, the
Counte&s;&s;e of Denbigh. Per&s;wading her to Re&s;olution in Religion,
&amp; to render her &s;elfe without further
delay into the Communion of
the Catholick Church.</HEAD>
<L>WHat heau'n-intreated HEART is This?</L>
<L>Stands trembling at the gate of bli&s;&s;e;</L>
<L>Holds fa&s;t the door, yet dares not ve~ture</L>
<L>Fairly to open it, and enter.</L>
<L><PB REF="4">
Who&s;e DEFINITION is &agrave; doubt</L>
<L>Twixt life &amp; death, twixt in &amp; out.</L>
<L>Say, lingring fair! why comes the birth</L>
<L>Of your braue &s;oul &s;o &s;lowly forth?</L>
<L>Plead your pretences (o you &s;trong</L>
<L>In weaknes! why you choo&s;e &s;o long</L>
<L>In labor of your &s;elfe to ly,</L>
<L>Nor daring quite to liue nor dy?</L>
<L>Ah linger not, lou'd &s;oul! &agrave; &s;low</L>
<L>And late con&s;ent was a long no,</L>
<L>Who grants at la&s;t, long time tryd</L>
<L>And did his be&s;t to haue deny'd,</L>
<L>What magick bolts, what my&s;tick Barres</L>
<L>Maintain the will in the&s;e &s;trange warres!</L>
<L>What fatall, yet fanta&s;tick, bands</L>
<L>Keep The free Heart from it's own hands!</L>
<L>So when the year takes cold, we &s;ee</L>
<L>Poor waters their owne pri&s;oners be.</L>
<L>Fetter'd, &amp; lockt vp fa&s;t they ly</L>
<L>In a &s;ad &s;elfe-captiuity.</L>
<L>The a&s;tonisht nymphs their flood's &s;trange fate de|plore,</L>
<L>To &s;ee them&s;elues their own &s;euerer shore.</L>
<L>Thou that alone can&s;t thaw this cold,</L>
<L>And fetch the heart from it's &s;trong Hold;</L>
<L>All mighty LOVE! end this long warr,</L>
<L>And of a meteor make a &s;tarr.</L>
<L>O fix this fair INDEFINITE.</L>
<L>And 'mong&s;t thy shafts of &s;oueraign light</L>
<L>Choo&s;e out that &s;ure deci&s;iue dart</L>
<L>Which has the Key of this clo&s;e heart,</L>
<L>Knowes all the corners of't, &amp; can controul</L>
<L>The &s;elf-shutt cabinet of an vn&s;earcht &s;oul.</L>
<L><PB REF="5">
O let it be at la&s;t, loue's houre&punc;</L>
<L>Rai&s;e this tall Trophee of thy Powre;</L>
<L>Come once the conquering way; not to confute</L>
<L>But kill this rebell-wotd, IRRESOLVTE</L>
<L>That &s;o, in spite of all this peeuish &s;trength</L>
<L>Of weaknes, she may write RESOLV'D AT LENGTH,</L>
<L>Vnfold at length, vnfold fair flowre</L>
<L>And v&s;e the &s;ea&s;on of loue's showre,</L>
<L>Meet his well-meaning Wounds, wi&s;e heart!</L>
<L>And ha&s;t to drink the whol&s;ome dart.</L>
<L>That healing shaft, which heaun till now</L>
<L>Hath in loue's quiuer hid for you.</L>
<L>O Dart of loue! arrow of light!</L>
<L>O happy you, if it hitt right,</L>
<L>It mu&s;t not fall in vain, it mu&s;t</L>
<L>Not mark the dry regardles du&s;t.</L>
<L>Fair one, it is your fate; and brings</L>
<L>Aeternall worlds vpon it's wings.</L>
<L>Meet it with wide-&s;pread armes; &amp; &s;ee</L>
<L>It's &s;cat your &s;oul's iu&s;t center be.</L>
<L>Di&s;band dull feares; giue faith the day.</L>
<L>To &s;aue your life, kill your delay</L>
<L>It is loue's &s;eege; and &s;ure to be</L>
<L>Your triumph, though his victory.</L>
<L>'Tis cowardi&s;e that keeps this feild</L>
<L>And want of courage not to yeild.</L>
<L>Yeild then, &ocirc; yeild. that loue may win</L>
<L>The Fort at la&s;t, and let life in.</L>
<L>Yeild quickly. Le&s;t perhaps you proue</L>
<L>Death's prey, before the prize of loue.</L>
<L>This Fort of your fair &s;elfe, if't be not won,</L>
<L>He is repul&s;t indeed; But you'are vndone.</L>
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<DIV1 TYPE="hymn">
<PB REF="5">
<HEAD><FIGURE>
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TO
THE NAME
ABOVE EVERY NAME,
THE
NAME OF
IESVS
A HYMN.</HEAD>
<L>_I Sing the NAME which None can &s;ay</L>
<L>But touch't with An interiour RAY:</L>
<L>The Name of our New PEACE; our Good:</L>
<L>Our Bli&s;&s;e: &amp; Supernaturall Blood:</L>
<L>The Name of All our Liues &amp; Loues.</L>
<L><PB N="2" REF="6">
Hearken, And Help, ye holy Doues!</L>
<L>The high-born Brood of Day; you bright</L>
<L>Candidates of bli&s;&s;efull Light,</L>
<L>The HEIRS Elect of Loue; who&s;e Names belong</L>
<L>Vnto The euerla&s;ting life of Song;</L>
<L>All ye wi&s;e SOVLES, who in the wealthy Bre&s;t</L>
<L>Of This vnbounded NAME build your warm Ne&s;t.</L>
<L>Awake, MY glory. SOVL, (if &s;uch thou be,</L>
<L>And That fair WORD at all referr to Thee)</L>
<L>Awake &amp; &s;ing</L>
<L>And be All VVing;</L>
<L>Bring hither thy whole SELF; &amp; let me &s;ee.</L>
<L>What of thy Parent HEAVN yet &s;peakes in thee.</L>
<L>O thou art Poore</L>
<L>Of noble POWRES, I &s;ee,</L>
<L>And full of nothing el&s;e but empty ME,</L>
<L>Narrow, &amp; low, &amp; infinitely le&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Then this GREAT mornings mighty Bu&s;ynes.</L>
<L>One little WORLD or two</L>
<L>(Alas) will neuer doe.</L>
<L>We mu&s;t haue &s;tore.</L>
<L>Goe, SOVL, out of thy Self, &amp; &s;eek for More.</L>
<L>Goe &amp; reque&s;t</L>
<L>Great NATVRE for the KEY of her huge Che&s;t</L>
<L>Of Heauns, the &s;elf inuoluing Sett of Sphears</L>
<L>(Which dull mortality more Feeles then heares)</L>
<L>Then rou&s;e the ne&s;t</L>
<L>Of nimble ART, &amp; trauer&s;e round</L>
<L>The Aiery Shop of &s;oul-appea&s;ing Sound:</L>
<L>And beat a &s;ummons in the Same</L>
<L>All-&s;oueraign Name</L>
<L>To warn each &s;euerall kind</L>
<L><PB N="3" REF="6">
And shape of &s;weetnes, Be they &s;uch</L>
<L>As &s;igh with &s;upple wind</L>
<L>Or an&s;wer Artfull Touch,</L>
<L>That they conuene &amp; come away</L>
<L>To wait at the loue-crowned Doores of</L>
<L>Thas Illu&s;trious DAY.</L>
<L>Shall we dare This, my Soul? we'l doe't and bring</L>
<L>No Other note for't, but the Name we &s;ing</L>
<L>Wake LVTE &amp; HARP</L>
<L>And euery &s;weet-lipp't Thing</L>
<L>That talkes with tunefull &s;tring;</L>
<L>Start into life, And leap with me</L>
<L>Into a ha&s;ty Fitt-tun'd Harmony.</L>
<L>Nor mu&s;t you think it much</L>
<L>T'obey my bolder touch;</L>
<L>I haue Authority in LOVE's name to take you</L>
<L>And to the worke of Loue this morning wake you</L>
<L>Wake; In the Name</L>
<L>Of HIM who neuer &s;leeps, All Things that Are,</L>
<L>Or, what's the &s;ame,</L>
<L>Are Mu&s;icall;</L>
<L>An&s;wer my Call</L>
<L>And come along;</L>
<L>Help me to meditate mine Immortall Song.</L>
<L>Come, ye &s;oft mini&s;ters of &s;weet &s;ad mirth,</L>
<L>Bring All your houshold &s;tuffe of Heaun on earth;</L>
<L>O you, my Soul's mo&s;t certain Wings,</L>
<L>Complaining Pipes, &amp; prattling Strings,</L>
<L>Bring All the &s;tore</L>
<L>Of SWEETS you haue; And murmur that you haue
no more.</L>
<L>Come, n&eacute;re to part,</L>
<L><PB N="4" REF="7">
NATVRE &amp; ART!</L>
<L>Come; &amp; come &s;trong,</L>
<L>To the con&s;piracy of our Spatious &s;ong.</L>
<L>Bring All the Powres of Prai&s;e</L>
<L>Your Prouinces of well-vnited WORLDS can rai&s;e;</L>
<L>Bring All yours LVTES &amp; HARPS of HEAVN &amp;
EARTH;</L>
<L>What &eacute;re cooperates to The common mirthe</L>
<L>Ve&s;&s;ells of vocall Ioyes,</L>
<L>Or You, more noble Architects of Intellectuall
Noi&s;e,</L>
<L>Cymballs of Heau'n, or Humane &s;phears,</L>
<L>Solliciters of SOVLES or EARES;</L>
<L>And when you'are come, with All</L>
<L>That you can bring or we can call;</L>
<L>O may you fix</L>
<L>For euer here, &amp; mix</L>
<L>Your &s;elues into the long</L>
<L>And euerla&s;ting &s;eries of a deathle&s;&s;e SONG;</L>
<L>Mix All your many WORLDS, Aboue,</L>
<L>And loo&s;e them into ONE of Loue.</L>
<L>Chear thee my HEART!</L>
<L>For Thou too ha&s;t thy Part</L>
<L>And Place in the Great Throng</L>
<L>Of This vnbounded All-imbracing SONG.</L>
<L>Powres of my Soul, be Proud!</L>
<L>And &s;peake lowd</L>
<L>To All the dear-bought Nations This Redeeming
Name,</L>
<L>And in the wealth of one Rich WORD proclaim</L>
<L>New Similes to Nature.</L>
<L>May it be no wrong</L>
<L><PB N="5" REF="7">
Ble&s;t Heauns, to you, &amp; your Superiour &s;ong,</L>
<L>That we, dark Sons of Du&s;t &amp; Sorrow,</L>
<L>A while Dare borrow</L>
<L>The Name of Your Dilights &amp; our De&s;ires,</L>
<L>And fitt it to &s;o farr inferior LYRES.</L>
<L>Our Murmurs haue their Mu&s;ick too,</L>
<L>Ye mighty ORBES, as well as you,</L>
<L>Nor yeilds the noble&s;t Ne&s;t</L>
<L>Of warbling SERAPHIM to the eares of Loue,</L>
<L>A choicer Le&s;&s;on then the ioyfull BREST</L>
<L>Of a poor panting Turtle-Doue.</L>
<L>And we, low Wormes haue leaue to doe</L>
<L>The Same bright Bu&s;ynes (ye Third HEAVENS)
with you.</L>
<L>Gentle SPIRITS, doe not complain.</L>
<L>We will haue care</L>
<L>To keep it fair,</L>
<L>And &s;end it back to you again.</L>
<L>Come, louely NAME! Appeare from forth the Bright</L>
<L>Regions of peacefull Light</L>
<L>Look from thine own Illu&s;trious Home,</L>
<L>Fair KING of NAMES, &amp; come.</L>
<L>Leaue All thy natiue Glories in their Georgeous
Ne&s;t,</L>
<L>And giue thy Self a while The gracious Gue&s;t.</L>
<L>Of humble Soules, that &s;eek to find</L>
<L>The hidden Sweets</L>
<L>Which man's heart meets</L>
<L>When Thou art Ma&s;ter of the Mind.</L>
<L>Come, Iouely Name; life of our hope!</L>
<L>Lo we hold our HEARTS wide ope!</L>
<L>Vnlock thy Cabinet of DAY</L>
<L><PB N="6" REF="8">
Deare&s;t Sweet, &amp; come away.</L>
<L>Lo how the thir&s;ty Lands</L>
<L>Ga&s;p for thy Golden Showres! with long&s;tretch't
Hands</L>
<L>Lo how the laboring EARTH</L>
<L>That hopes to be</L>
<L>All Heauen by THEE,</L>
<L>Leapes at thy Birth.</L>
<L>The'attending WORLD, to wait thy Ri&s;e,</L>
<L>First turn'd to eyes;</L>
<L>And then, not knowing what to doe;</L>
<L>Turn'd Them to TEARES, &amp; &s;pent Them too.</L>
<L>Come ROYALL Name; &amp; pay the expence</L>
<L>Of All this Pretious Patience.</L>
<L>O come away</L>
<L>And kill the DEATH of This Delay.</L>
<L>O &s;ee, &s;o many WORLDS of barren yeares</L>
<L>Melted &amp; mea&s;ur'd out in Seas of TEARES.</L>
<L>O &s;ee, The WEARY liddes of wakefull Hope</L>
<L>(LOVE's Ea&s;tern windowes) All wide ope</L>
<L>With Curtains drawn,</L>
<L>To catch The Day-break of Thy DAWN.</L>
<L>O dawn, at la&s;t, long look't for Day!</L>
<L>Take thine own wings, &amp; come away.</L>
<L>Lo, where Aloft it comes! It comes, Among</L>
<L>The Conduct of Adoring SPIRITS, that throng</L>
<L>Like diligent Bees, And &s;warm about it.</L>
<L>O they are wi&s;e;</L>
<L>And know what SWEETES are &s;uck't from out it.</L>
<L>It is the Hiue,</L>
<L>By which they thriue,</L>
<L>Where All their Hoard of Hony lyes.</L>
<L><PB N="7" REF="8">
Lo where it comes, vpon The &s;nowy DOVE's</L>
<L>Soft Back; And brings a Bo&s;om big with Loues.</L>
<L>WELCOME to our dark world, Thou</L>
<L>Womb of Day!</L>
<L>Vnfold thy fair Conceptions; And di&s;play</L>
<L>The Birth of our Bright Ioyes.</L>
<L>O thou compacted</L>
<L>Body of Ble&s;&s;ings: &s;pirit of Soules extracted!</L>
<L>O di&s;&s;ipate thy &s;picy Powres</L>
<L>(Clowd of conden&s;ed &s;weets) &amp; break vpon vs</L>
<L>In balmy showrs;</L>
<L>O fill our &s;en&s;es, And take from vs</L>
<L>All force of &s;o Prophane a Fallacy</L>
<L>To think ought &s;weet but that which &s;mells of Thee.</L>
<L>Fair, flowry Name; In none but Thee</L>
<L>And Thy Nectareall Fragrancy,</L>
<L>Hourly there meetes</L>
<L>An vniuer&s;all SYNOD of All &s;weets;</L>
<L>By whom it is defined Thus</L>
<L>That no Perfume</L>
<L>For euer shall pre&s;ume</L>
<L>To pa&s;&s;e for Odoriferous,</L>
<L>But &s;uch alone who&s;e &s;acred Pedigree</L>
<L>Can proue it Self &s;ome kin (&s;weet name) to Thee.</L>
<L>SWEET NAME, in Thy each Syllable</L>
<L>A Thou&s;and Ble&s;t ARABIAS dwell;</L>
<L>A Thou&s;and Hills of Frankincen&s;e;</L>
<L>Mountains of myrrh, &amp; Beds of &s;pecies,</L>
<L>And ten Thou&s;and PARADISES</L>
<L>The &s;oul that ta&s;ts thee takes from thence</L>
<L>How many vnknown WORLDS there are</L>
<L>Of Comforts, which Thou ha&s;t in keeping!</L>
<L><PB N="8" REF="9">
How many Thou&s;and Mercyes there</L>
<L>In Pitty's &s;oft lap ly a &s;leeping!</L>
<L>Happy he who has the art</L>
<L>To awake them,</L>
<L>And to take them</L>
<L>Home, &amp; lodge them in his HEART.</L>
<L>O that it were as it was wont to be!</L>
<L>When thy old Freinds of Fire, All full of Thee,</L>
<L>Fought again&s;t Frowns with &s;miles; gaue Glorious
cha&s;e</L>
<L>To Per&s;ecutions; And again&s;t the Face</L>
<L>Of DEATH &amp; feirce&s;t Dangers, dur&s;t with Braue</L>
<L>And &s;ober pace march on to meet A GRAVE.</L>
<L>On their Bold BRESTS about the world they bore
thee</L>
<L>And to the Teeth of Hell &s;tood vp to teach thee,</L>
<L>In Center of their inmo&s;t Soules they wore thee,</L>
<L>Where Rackes &amp; Torments &s;triu'd, in vain, to
reach thee.</L>
<L>Little, alas, thought They</L>
<L>Who tore the Fair Bre&s;ts of thy Freinds,</L>
<L>Their Fury but made way</L>
<L>For Thee; And &s;eru'd them in Thy glorious ends</L>
<L>What did Their weapons but with wider pores</L>
<L>Inlarge thy flaming-bre&s;ted Louers</L>
<L>More freely to tran&s;pire</L>
<L>That impatient Fire</L>
<L>The Heart that hides Thee hardly couers.</L>
<L>What did their Weapons but &s;ett wide the Doores</L>
<L>For Thee: Fair, purple Doores, of loue's deui&s;ing;</L>
<L>The Ruby windowes which inrich't the EAST</L>
<L>Of Thy &s;o oft repeated Ri&s;ing.</L>
<L><PB N="9" REF="9">
Each wound of Theirs was Thy new Morning;</L>
<L>And reinthron'd thee in thy Ro&s;y Ne&s;t,</L>
<L>With blush of thine own Blood thy day adorning,</L>
<L>It was the witt of loue &oacute;reflowd the Bounds</L>
<L>Of WRATH, &amp; made thee way through All Tho&s;e
WOVNDS.</L>
<L>Wellcome dear, All-Adored Name!</L>
<L>For &s;ure there is no Knee</L>
<L>That knowes not THEE.</L>
<L>Or if there be &s;uch &s;onns of shame,</L>
<L>Alas what will they doe</L>
<L>When &s;tubborn Rocks shall bow</L>
<L>And Hills hang down their Heaun-&s;aluting Heads</L>
<L>To &s;eek for humble Beds</L>
<L>Of Du&s;t, where in the Bashfull shades of night</L>
<L>Next to their own low NOTHING they may ly,</L>
<L>And couch before the dazeling light of thy dread
maje&s;ty.</L>
<L>They that by Loue's mild Dictate now</L>
<L>Will not Adore thee,</L>
<L>Shall Then with Iu&s;t Confu&s;ion, bow</L>
<L>And break before thee</L>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="hymn">
<PB REF="10">
<HEAD>IN
THE HOLY
NATIVITY
OF
OVR LORD GOD
A
HYMN
SVNG AS BY THE
SHEPHEARDS.<FIGURE>
<PB REF="10">
<L>Ton Createur te faict voir &s;a naissance,</L>
<L>Daignant &s;ouffrir pour toy des &s;on enfance.</L>
</FIGURE></HEAD>
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q>Quem vidi&s;tis Pa&s;tores? &amp;c.</Q>
<Q>Natum vidimus &amp;c.</Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<HEAD><PB REF="11">THE
HYMN.</HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>CHORVS.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>_COme we shepheards who&s;e ble&s;t Sight</L>
<L>Hath mett loue's Noon in Nature's night;</L>
<L>Come lift we vp our loftyer Song</L>
<L>And wake the SVN that lyes too long.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To All our world of well-&s;toln joy</L>
<L>He &s;lept; and dream't of no &s;uch thing.</L>
<L>While we found out Heaun's fairer ey</L>
<L>And Kis't the Cradle of our KING.</L>
<L>Tell him He ri&s;es now, too late</L>
<L>To show vs ought worth looking at.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Tell him we now can show Him more</L>
<L>Then He e're show'd to mortall Sight;</L>
<L>Then he Him&s;elfe e're &s;aw before;</L>
<L>Which to be &s;een needes not His light.</L>
<L>Tell him, Tityrus, where th'ha&s;t been</L>
<L>Tell him, Thy&s;is, what th-ha&s;t &s;een.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<PB N="13" REF="11">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tityrus.</SPEAKER>
<L>Gloomy night embrac't the Place</L>
<L>Where The Noble Infant lay.</L>
<L>The BABE look't vp &amp; shew'd his Face;</L>
<L>In &s;pite of Darknes, it was DAY.</L>
<L>It was THY day, SWEET! &amp; did ri&s;e</L>
<L>Not from the EAST, but from thine EYES.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chorus.</SPEAKER>
<L>It was THY day, Sweet</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thyr&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>WINTER chidde Aloud; &amp; &s;ent</L>
<L>The angry North to wage his warres.</L>
<L>The North forgott his feirce Intent;</L>
<L>And left perfumes in &s;tead of &s;carres.</L>
<L>By tho&s;e &s;weet eye's per&s;ua&s;iue powrs</L>
<L>Where he mean't frost, he &s;catter'd flowrs.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chorus</SPEAKER>
<L>By tho&s;e &s;weet eyes'</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Both.</SPEAKER>
<L>We &s;aw thee in thy baulmy Ne&s;t,</L>
<L>Young dawn of our aeternall DAY!</L>
<L>We &s;aw thine eyes break from their EAT<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>And cha&s;e the trembling shades away.</L>
<L>We &s;aw thee; &amp; we ble&s;t the &s;ight</L>
<L>We &s;aw thee by thine own &s;weet light.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tity.</SPEAKER>
<L>Poor WORLD (&s;aid I.) what wilt thou doe</L>
<L>To entertain this &s;tarry STRANGER?</L>
<L>Is this the be&s;t thou can&s;t be&s;tow?</L>
<L>A cold, and not too cleanly, manger?</L>
<L>Contend, the powres of heau'n &amp; earth.</L>
<L>To fitt&agrave; bed for this huge birthe.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="14" REF="12">
<SPEAKER>Cho.</SPEAKER>
<L>Contend the powers</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thyt.</SPEAKER>
<L>Proud world, &s;aid I; cea&s;e your conte&s;t</L>
<L>And let the MIGHTY BABE alone.</L>
<L>The Phaenix builds the Phaenix'ne&s;t.</L>
<L>Lov's architecture is his own.</L>
<L>The BABE who&s;e birth embraues this morn.</L>
<L>Made his own bed e're he was born.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cho.</SPEAKER>
<L>The BABE who&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tir.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;aw the curl'd drops, &s;oft &amp; &s;low,</L>
<L>Come houering o're the place's head;</L>
<L>Offring their white&s;t sheets of &s;now</L>
<L>To furnish the fair INFANT's bed</L>
<L>Forbear, &s;aid I; be not too bold.</L>
<L>Your fleece is white But t'is too cold</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cho.</SPEAKER>
<L>Forbear, &s;ayd I</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thyr.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;aw the ob&s;equious SERAPHIMS</L>
<L>Their ro&s;y fleece of fire be&s;tow.</L>
<L>For well they now can &s;pare their wing.</L>
<L>Since HEAVN it &s;elf lyes here below.</L>
<L>Well done, &s;aid I: but are you &s;ure</L>
<L>Your down &s;o warm, will pa&s;&s;e for pure?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cho.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well done &s;ayd I</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tit.</SPEAKER>
<L>No no. your KING's not yet to &s;eeke</L>
<L>Where to repo&s;e his Royall HEAD</L>
<L><PB N="15" REF="12">
See &s;ee, how &s;oon his new-bloom'd CHEEK</L>
<L>Twixt's mother's bre&s;ts is gone to bed.</L>
<L>Sweet choi&s;e, &s;aid we! no way but &s;o</L>
<L>Not to ly cold, yet &s;lep in &s;now.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cho.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sweet choi&s;e, &s;aid we.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Both.</SPEAKER>
<L>We &s;aw thee in thy baulmy ne&s;t,</L>
<L>Bright dawn of our aeternall Day!</L>
<L>We &s;aw thine eyes break from thir EAST</L>
<L>And cha&s;e the trembling shades away.</L>
<L>We &s;aw thee: &amp; we ble&s;t the &s;ight.</L>
<L>We &s;aw thee, by thine own &s;weet light.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cho.</SPEAKER>
<L>We &s;aw thee, &amp;c.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>FVLL CHORVS.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Wellcome, all WONDERS in one &s;ight!</L>
<L>Aeternity shutt in a &s;pan.</L>
<L>Sommer in Winter. Day in Night.</L>
<L>Heauen in earth, &amp; GOD in MAN.</L>
<L>Great little one! who&s;e all-embracing birth</L>
<L>Lifts earth to heauen, &s;toopes heau'n to earth.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>WELLCOME. Though nor to gold nor &s;ilk.</L>
<L>To more then Cae&s;ar's birth right is;</L>
<L>Two &s;i&s;ter-&s;eas of Virgin-Milk,</L>
<L>With many a rarely-temper'd ki&s;&s;e</L>
<L>That brearhes at once both MAID &amp; MOTHER,</L>
<L>Warmes in the one, cooles in the other.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="16" REF="13">
<L>WELCOME, though not to tho&s;e gay flyes.</L>
<L>Guilded ith' Beames of earthly kings;</L>
<L>Slippery &s;oules in &s;miling eyes;</L>
<L>But to poor Shepheards, home-&s;pun things:</L>
<L>Who&s;e Wealth's their flock; who&s;e witt, to be</L>
<L>Well read in their &s;implicity.</L>
<L>Yet when young April's hu&s;band showrs</L>
<L>Shall ble&s;&s;e the fruitfull Maja's bed</L>
<L>We'l bring the Fir&s;t-born of her flowrs</L>
<L>To ki&s;&s;e thy FEET &amp; crown thy HEAD.</L>
<L>To thee, dread lamb! who&s;e loue mu&s;t keep</L>
<L>The shepheards, more then they the sheep.</L>
<L>To THEE, meek Maje&s;ty! &s;oft KING</L>
<L>Of &s;imple GRACES &amp; &s;weet LOVES.</L>
<L>Each of vs his lamb will bring</L>
<L>Each his pair of &s;ylver Doues;</L>
<L>Till burnt at la&s;t in fire of Thy fair eyes,</L>
<L>Our &s;elues become our own be&s;t SACRIFICE.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="17" REF="13">
<HEAD>NEW YEAR'S
DAY.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>RI&s;e, thou be&s;t &amp; brighte&s;t morning!</L>
<L>Ro&s;y with a double Red;</L>
<L>With thine own blush thy cheeks ador|ning</L>
<L>And the dear drops this day were shed.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>All the purple pride that laces</L>
<L>The crim&s;on curtains of thy bed,</L>
<L>Guilds thee not with &s;o &s;weet graces</L>
<L>Nor &s;etts thee in &s;o rich a red.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Of all the fair-cheek't flowrs that fill thee</L>
<L>None &s;o fair thy bo&s;om &s;trowes,</L>
<L>As this mode&s;t maiden lilly</L>
<L>Our &s;ins haue sham'd into a ro&s;e</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Bid thy golden GOD, the Sun,</L>
<L>Burnisht in his be&s;t beames ri&s;e,</L>
<L>Put all his red-ey'd Rubies on;</L>
<L>The&s;e Rubies shall putt out their eyes.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Let him make poor the purple ea&s;t,</L>
<L>Search what the world's clo&s;e cabinets keep,</L>
<L>Rob the rich births of each bright ne&s;t</L>
<L>That flaming in their fair beds &s;leep,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="18" REF="14">
<L>Let him embraue his own bright tre&s;&s;es</L>
<L>With a new morning made of gemmes,</L>
<L>And wear, in tho&s;e his wealthy dre&s;&s;es,</L>
<L>Another Day of Diadems.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When he hath done all he may</L>
<L>To make him&s;elfe rich in his ri&s;e,</L>
<L>All&punc; will be darknes to the Day</L>
<L>That breakes from one of the&s;e bright eyes.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And &s;oon this &s;weet truth shall appear</L>
<L>Dear BABE, ere many dayes be done,</L>
<L>The morn shall come to meet thee here,</L>
<L>And leaue her own neglected Sun.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Here are Beautyes shall bereaue him</L>
<L>Of all his ea&s;tern Paramours.</L>
<L>His Per&s;ian Louers all shall leaue him,</L>
<L>And &s;wear faith to thy &s;weeter Powres.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="hymn">
<PB REF="14">
<HEAD>IN
THE GLORIOVS
EPIPHANIE
OF OVR LORD
GOD,
A HYMN. SVNG AS BY THE
THREE KINGS</HEAD>
<P><PB REF="15"><FIGURE>
</FIGURE></P>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(1. KINGE.)</SPEAKER>
<L>BRight BABE! Who&s;e awfull beautyes make</L>
<L>The morn incurr a &s;weet mi&s;take;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(2.)</SPEAKER>
<L> For whom the'officious heauns deui&s;e</L>
<L>To di&s;inheritt the &s;un's ri&s;e,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(3.)</SPEAKER>
<L> Delicately to di&s;place</L>
<L>The Day, &amp; plant it fairer in thy face;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[1.]</SPEAKER>
<L> O thou born KING of loues,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[2.]</SPEAKER>
<L> Of lights,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[3.]</SPEAKER>
<L> Of ioyes!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(Cho.)</SPEAKER>
<L> Look vp, &s;weet BABE, look vp &amp; &s;ee</L>
<L>For loue of Thee</L>
<L>Thus farr from home</L>
<L>The EAST is come</L>
<L>To &s;eek her &s;elf in thy &s;weet Eyes</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="21" REF="15">
<SPEAKER>(1.)</SPEAKER>
<L> We, who &s;trangely went a&s;tray,</L>
<L>Lo&s;t in a bright</L>
<L>Meridian night,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(2.)</SPEAKER>
<L> A Darkenes made of too much day,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(3.)</SPEAKER>
<L> Becken'd from farr</L>
<L>By thy fair &s;tarr,</L>
<L>Lo at la&s;t haue found our way.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(Cho.)</SPEAKER>
<L> To THEE, thou DAY of night! thou ea&s;t
of we&s;t!</L>
<L>Lo we at la&s;t haue found the way.</L>
<L>To thee, the world's great vniuer&s;al ea&s;t.</L>
<L>The Generall &amp; indifferent DAY.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(1.)</SPEAKER>
<L> All-circling point. All centring &s;phear.</L>
<L>The world's one, round, Aeternall year.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(2.)</SPEAKER>
<L> Who&s;e full &amp; all-vnwrinkled face</L>
<L>Nor &s;inks nor &s;wells with time or place;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(3.)</SPEAKER>
<L> But euery where &amp; euery while</L>
<L>Is One Con&s;i&s;tent &s;olid &s;mile;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(1.)</SPEAKER>
<L> Not vext &amp; to&s;t</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(2.)</SPEAKER>
<L> 'Twixt &s;pring &amp; fro&s;t,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(3.)</SPEAKER>
<L> Nor by alternate shredds of light</L>
<L>Sordidly shifting hands with shades &amp; night.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(Cho.)</SPEAKER>
<L> O little all! in thy embrace</L>
<L>The world lyes warm, &amp; likes his place.</L>
<L>Nor does his full Globe fail to be</L>
<L>Ki&s;t on Both his cheeks by Thee.</L>
<L>Time is too narrow for thy YEAR</L>
<L>Nor makes the whole WORLD thy half-&s;pear.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(1.)</SPEAKER>
<L> To Thee, to Thee</L>
<L>From him we flee</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(2.)</SPEAKER>
<L> From HIM, whom by a more illu&s;triously,</L>
<L>The blindnes of the world did call the eye;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="22" REF="16">
<SPEAKER>(3.)</SPEAKER>
<L> To HIM, who by The&s;e mortall clouds ha&s;t
made</L>
<L>Thy &s;elf our &s;un, though thine own shade.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(2.)</SPEAKER>
<L> Farewell, the wold's fal&s;e light.</L>
<L>Farewell, the white</L>
<L>Aegypt! a long farewell to thee</L>
<L>Bright IDOL; black IDOLATRY.</L>
<L>The dire face of inferior DARKNES, kis't</L>
<L>And courted in the pompus mask of a more &s;pe|cious
mi&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(2.)</SPEAKER>
<L> Farewell, farewell</L>
<L>The proud &amp; mi&s;plac't gates of hell,</L>
<L>Pertch't, in the morning's way</L>
<L>And double-guilded as the doores of DAY.</L>
<L>The deep hypocri&s;y of DEATH &amp; NIGHT</L>
<L>More de&s;perately dark, Becau&s;e more bright.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(3.)</SPEAKER>
<L> Welcome, the world's &s;ure Way&punc;</L>
<L>HEAVN's whol&s;om ray.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(Cho.)</SPEAKER>
<L> Wellcome to vs; and we</L>
<L>(SWEET) to our &s;elues, in THEE.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(1.)</SPEAKER>
<L> The deathles HEIR of all thy FATHER's day&punc;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(2.(</SPEAKER>
<L>Decently Born.</L>
<L>Embo&s;om'd in a much more Ro&s;y MORN,</L>
<L>The Blushes of thy All-vnblemish't mother.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(3.)</SPEAKER>
<L> No more that other</L>
<L>Aurora shall &s;ett ope</L>
<L>Her ruby ca&s;ements, or hereafter hope</L>
<L>From mortall eyes</L>
<L>To meet Religious welcomes at her ri&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(Cho.)</SPEAKER>
<L> We (Pretious ones!) in you haue won</L>
<L>A gentler MORN, a iu&s;ter &s;un.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(1.)</SPEAKER>
<L> His &s;uperficiall Beames fun-burn't our skin;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="23" REF="16">
<SPEAKER>(2.)</SPEAKER>
<L> But left within</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(3.)</SPEAKER>
<L> The night &amp; winter &s;till of death &amp; &s;in.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(C<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">o.)</SPEAKER>
<L> Thy &s;ofter yet more certaine DARTS</L>
<L>Spare our eyes, but peirce our HARTS.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(1.)</SPEAKER>
<L> Therfore with HIS proud per&s;ian &s;poiles</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(2.)</SPEAKER>
<L> We court thy more concerning &s;miles.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(3.)</SPEAKER>
<L> Therfore with his Di&s;grace</L>
<L>We guild the humble cheek of this cha&s;t place,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(Cho.)</SPEAKER>
<L> And at thy FEET powr forth his FACE.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(1.)</SPEAKER>
<L> The doating nations now no more</L>
<L>Shall any day but THINE adore.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(2.)</SPEAKER>
<L> Nor (much le&s;&s;e) shall they leaue the&s;e eyes</L>
<L>For cheap Aegyptian Deityes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(3.)</SPEAKER>
<L> In what&s;oe're more Sacred shape</L>
<L>Of Ram, He-goat, or reuerend ape,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e beauteous rauishers oppre&s;t &s;o &s;ore</L>
<L>The too-hard-tempted nations.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(1.)</SPEAKER>
<L> Neuer more</L>
<L>By wanton heyfer shall be worn.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(2.)</SPEAKER>
<L> A Garland, or a guilded horn.</L>
<L>The altar-&s;tall'd ox, fatt OSYRIS now</L>
<L>With his fair &s;i&s;ter cow,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(3.)</SPEAKER>
<L> Shall kick the clouds no more; But lean
&amp; tame,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<L><HI>(Cho.)</HI> See his horn'd face, &amp; dy for shame.</L>
<L>And MITHRA now shall be no name.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(1.)</SPEAKER>
<L> No longer shall the immode&s;t lu&s;t</L>
<L>Of Adulterous GODLES du&s;t</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(2.)</SPEAKER>
<L> Fly in the face of heau'n; As if it were</L>
<L>The poor world's Fault that he is fair.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(3.]</SPEAKER>
<L> Nor with peruer&s;e loues &amp; Religious RAPES</L>
<L>Reuenge thy Bountyes in their beauteous shapes;</L>
<L><PB N="24" REF="17">
And punish Be&s;t Things worst; Becau&s;e they &s;tood</L>
<L>Guilty of being much for them too Good.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[1.]</SPEAKER>
<L> Proud &s;ons of death! that dur&s;t compell</L>
<L>Heau'n it &s;elf to find them hell;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[2.]</SPEAKER>
<L> And by &s;trange witt of madnes wre&s;t</L>
<L>From this world's EAST the other's WEST.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[3.]</SPEAKER>
<L> All-Idolizing wormes! that thus could crowd</L>
<L>And vrge Their &s;un into thy cloud;</L>
<L>Forcing his &s;ometimes eclips'd face to be</L>
<L>A long deliquium to the light of thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[Cho.]</SPEAKER>
<L> Alas with how much heauyer shade</L>
<L>The shamefac't lamp hung down his head</L>
<L>For that one eclip&s;e he made</L>
<L>Then all tho&s;e he &s;uffered!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[1.]</SPEAKER>
<L> For this he look't &s;o bigg; &amp; euery morn</L>
<L>With a red face confes't this &s;corn.</L>
<L>Or hiding his vex't cheeks in a hir'd mi&s;t</L>
<L>Kept them from being &s;o vnkindly kis't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[2.]</SPEAKER>
<L> It was for this the day did ri&s;e</L>
<L>So oft with blubber'd eyes.</L>
<L>For this the euening wept; and we ne're knew</L>
<L>But call'd it deaw.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[3.]</SPEAKER>
<L> This dayly wrong</L>
<L>Silenc't the morning-&s;ons, &amp; damp't their &s;ong</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[Cho.]</SPEAKER>
<L> Nor was't our deafnes, but our &s;ins,
that thus</L>
<L>Long made th'Harmonious orbes all mute to vs</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[2.]</SPEAKER>
<L> Time has a day in &s;tore</L>
<L>When this &s;o proudly poor</L>
<L>And &s;elf-oppre&s;&s;ed &s;park, that has &s;o long</L>
<L>By the loue-&s;ick, world bin made</L>
<L>Not &s;o much their &s;un as SHADE,</L>
<L><PB N="25" REF="17">
Weary of this Glorious wrong</L>
<L>From them &amp; from him&s;elf shall flee</L>
<L>For shelter to the shadow of thy TREE;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[Cho.]</SPEAKER>
<L> Proud to haue gain'd this pretious lo&s;&s;e</L>
<L>And chang'd his fal&s;e crown for thy CROSSE.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[2.]</SPEAKER>
<L> That dark Day's clear doom shall define</L>
<L>Who&s;e is the Ma&s;ter FIRE, which &s;un should shine.</L>
<L>That &s;able ludgment-&s;eat shall by new lawes</L>
<L>Decide &amp; &s;ettle the Great cau&s;e</L>
<L>Of controuerted light,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[Cho.]</SPEAKER>
<L> And natur's wrongs rejoyce to doe thee Right.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[3.]</SPEAKER>
<L> That forfeiture of noon to night shall pay</L>
<L>All the idolatrous thefts done by this night of day;</L>
<L>And the Great Penitent pre&s;&s;e his own pale lipps</L>
<L>With an elaborate loue-eclip&s;e</L>
<L>To which the low world's lawes</L>
<L>Shall lend no cau&s;e</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[Cho.]</SPEAKER>
<L> Saue tho&s;e dome&s;tick which he borrowes</L>
<L>From our &s;ins &amp; his own &s;orrowes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[1.]</SPEAKER>
<L> Three &s;ad hour's &s;ack cloth then shall show to vs</L>
<L>His penance, as our fault, con&s;picuous.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[2.]</SPEAKER>
<L> And he more needfully &amp; nobly proue</L>
<L>The nation's terror now then er&s;t their loue.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[3.]</SPEAKER>
<L> Their hated loues changd into whol&s;om feares,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[<HI>Cho.</HI>]</SPEAKER>
<L> The shutting of his eye shall open Theirs.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[2.]</SPEAKER>
<L> As by a fair-ey'd fallacy of day</L>
<L>Mi&s;&s;-ledde before they lo&s;t their way,</L>
<L>So shall they, by the &s;ea&s;onable fright</L>
<L>Of an vn&s;ea&s;onable night,</L>
<L>Loo&s;ing it once again, &s;tumble'on true LIGHT</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[2.]</SPEAKER>
<L> And as before his too-bright eye</L>
<L>Was Their more blind idolatry,</L>
<L><PB N="26" REF="18">
So his officious blindines now shall be</L>
<L>Their black, but faithfull per&s;pectiue of thee;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[3.]</SPEAKER>
<L> His new prodigious night,</L>
<L>Their new &amp; admirable light;</L>
<L>The &s;upernaturall DAWN of Thy pure day.</L>
<L>While wondring they</L>
<L>(The happy conuerts now of him</L>
<L>Whom they compell'd before to be their &s;in)</L>
<L>Shall henceforth &s;ee</L>
<L>To ki&s;&s;e him only as their rod</L>
<L>Whom they &s;o long courted as GOD,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[Cho.]</SPEAKER>
<L> And their be&s;t v&s;e of him they worship't be</L>
<L>To learn, of Him at le&s;t, to worship Thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[2.]</SPEAKER>
<L> It was their Weaknes woo'd his beauty;</L>
<L>But it shall be</L>
<L>Their wi&s;dome now, as well as duty,</L>
<L>To'injoy his Blott; &amp; as a large black letter</L>
<L>V&s;e it to &s;pell Thy beautyes better;</L>
<L>And make the night in &s;elf their rorch to thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[2.]</SPEAKER>
<L> By the oblique ambush of this clo&s;e night</L>
<L>Couch't in that con&s;cious shade</L>
<L>The right-ey'd Areopagite</L>
<L>Shall with a vigorous gue&s;&s;e inuade</L>
<L>And catche thy quick reflex; and sharply &s;ee</L>
<L>On this dark Grouud</L>
<L>To d&s;cant THEE.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[3.]</SPEAKER>
<L> O prize of the rich SPIRIT! with that feirce cha&s;e</L>
<L>Of this &s;trong &s;oul, shall he</L>
<L>Leap at thy lofty FACE,</L>
<L>And &s;cize the &s;wift Flash, in rebound</L>
<L>From this oh&s;equious cloud;</L>
<L>Once call'd a &s;un;</L>
<L><PB N="27" REF="18">
Till dearly thus vndone,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[Cho.]</SPEAKER>
<L> Till thus triumphantly tam'd (o ye two</L>
<L>Twinne SVNNES!) &amp; taught now to negotiate you</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[1.]</SPEAKER>
<L> Thus shall that reuerend child of light,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[2.]</SPEAKER>
<L> By being scholler fir&s;t of that new night,</L>
<L>Come forth Great ma&s;ter of the my&s;tick day;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[3.]</SPEAKER>
<L> And teach ob&s;cure MANKIND a more clo&s;e way</L>
<L>By the frugall negatine light</L>
<L>Of a mo&s;t wi&s;e &amp; well-abu&s;ed Night</L>
<L>To read more legible thine originall Ray,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[Cho.]</SPEAKER>
<L> And make our Darknes &s;erue THY day;</L>
<L>Maintaining t'wixt thy world &amp; ours</L>
<L>A commerce of contrary powres,</L>
<L>A mutuall trade</L>
<L>'Twixt &s;un &amp; SHADE,</L>
<L>By confederat BLACK &amp; WHITE</L>
<L>Borrowing day &amp; lending night.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[1.]</SPEAKER>
<L> Thus we, who when with all the noble powres</L>
<L>That (at thy co&s;t) are call'd, not vainly, ours</L>
<L>We vow to make braue way</L>
<L>Vpwards, &amp; pre&s;&s;e on for, the pure intelligentiall
Prey;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[2.]</SPEAKER>
<L> At le&s;t to play</L>
<L>The amorous Spyes</L>
<L>And peep &amp; proffer at thy &s;parkling Throne;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[3.]</SPEAKER>
<L> In &s;tead of bringing in the bli&s;sfull PRIZE</L>
<L>And fa&s;tening on Thine eyes,</L>
<L>Forfeit our own</L>
<L>And nothing gain</L>
<L>But more Ambitious lo&s;&s;e, at le&s;t of brain;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[Cho.]</SPEAKER>
<L> Now by aba&s;ed liddes shall learn to be</L>
<L>Eagles; and shutt our eyes that we may &s;ee.</L>
</SP>
<DIV2 TYPE="conclusion">
<PB N="28" REF="19">
<HEAD>The Clo&s;e.</HEAD>
<L>Therfore to THEE &amp; thine Au&s;pitious ray</L>
<L>(Dread &s;weet!) lo thus</L>
<L>At le&s;t by vs,</L>
<L>The delegated EYE of DAY</L>
<L>Does fir&s;t his Scepter, then HIMSELF in &s;olemne</L>
<L>Tribute pay.</L>
<L>Thus he vndre&s;&s;es</L>
<L>His &s;acred vnshorn tre&s;es;</L>
<L>At thy adored FEET, thus, he layes down</L>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[1.]</SPEAKER>
<L> His gorgeous tire</L>
<L>Of flame &amp; fire,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[2.]</SPEAKER>
<L> His glittering ROBE, </L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[3.]</SPEAKER>
<L> his &s;parkling CROWN,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[3.]</SPEAKER>
<L> His GOLD, </L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[2.]</SPEAKER>
<L> his MIRRH, </L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[3.]</SPEAKER>
<L> his FRAN|KINCENCE,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>[Cho.]</SPEAKER>
<L> To which He now has no pretence.</L>
<L>For being show'd by this day's light, how farr</L>
<L>He is from &s;un enough to make THY &s;tarr,</L>
<L>His be&s;t ambition now, is but to be</L>
<L>Somthing a brighter SHADOW [&s;weet] of thee.</L>
<L>Or on heaun's azure forhead high to &s;tand</L>
<L>Thy golden index; with a duteous Hand</L>
<L>Pointing vs Home to our own &s;un</L>
<L>The world's &amp; his HYPERION.</L>
</SP>
</DIV2>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="29" REF="19">
<HEAD>TO THE
QVEEN'S
MAIESTY.</HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>MADAME.</SALUTE></OPENER>
<L>'Mong&s;t tho&s;e long rowes of cownes that
guild your race.</L>
<L>The&s;e Royall &s;ages &s;ue for decent place.</L>
<L>The day-break of the nations; their fir&s;t ray;</L>
<L>When the Dark WORLD dawn'd into Chri&s;tian
DAY.</L>
<L>And &s;mil'd i'th' BABE's bright face. the purpling
Bud</L>
<L>And Ro&s;y dawn of the right Royall blood;</L>
<L>Fair fir&s;t-fruits of the LAMB. Sure KINGS in this;</L>
<L>They took a kingdom while they gaue a ki&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>But the world's Homage, &s;car&s;e in The&s;e well
blown,</L>
<L>We read in you (Rare Queen) ripe &amp; full-grown.</L>
<L>For from this day's rich &s;eed of Diadems</L>
<L>Does ri&s;e a radiant croppe of Royalle &s;temms,</L>
<L>A Golden harue&s;t of crown'd heads, that meet</L>
<L>And crowd for ki&s;&s;es from the LAMB's white feet.</L>
<L><PB N="30" REF="20">
In this Illu&s;trious throng, your lofty floud</L>
<L>Swells high, fair Confluence of all highborn Bloud!</L>
<L>With your bright head who&s;e groues of &s;cepters
bend</L>
<L>Their wealthy tops; &amp; for the&s;e feet contend.</L>
<L>So &s;wore the LAMB's dread &s;ire. And &s;o we &s;ee't.</L>
<L>Crownes, &amp; the HEADS they ki&s;&s;e, mu&s;t court the&s;e
FEET.</L>
<L>Fix here, fair Maje&s;ty! May your Heart ne're mi&s;&s;e</L>
<L>To reap new CROWNES &amp; KINGDOMS from that
ki&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>Nor may we mi&s;&s;e the ioy to meet in you</L>
<L>The aged honors of this day &s;till new.</L>
<L>May the great time, in you, &s;till greater be</L>
<L>While all the YEAR is your EPIPHANY,</L>
<L>While your each day's deuotion duly brings</L>
<L>Three KINGDOMES to &s;upply this day's three
KINGS.</L>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="part">
<PB REF="20">
<HEAD>THE
OFFICE
OF
THE HO+LY
CROSSE</HEAD>
<P><PB REF="21">
<FIGURE>
<Q>Tradidit Semetipsum pro nobis oblationem, et
ho&s;tiam. Deo in odorem Suauitatis. <BIBL>ad Ephe. 5</BIBL></Q>
</FIGURE></P>
<DIV2 N="matins" TYPE="hour">
<PB N="33" REF="21">
<HEAD>THE
HOWRES
FOR THE HOVR OF
MATINES.</HEAD>
<DIV3 TYPE="versicle">
<HEAD>The Ver&s;icle.</HEAD>
<L>LORD, by thy Sweet &amp; Sauing SIGN,</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="response">
<HEAD>The Re&s;pon&s;ory.</HEAD>
<L>Defend us from our foes &amp; Thine.</L>
<L>&vers;. Thou shallt open my lippes, O LORD.</L>
<L>&resp;. And my mouth shall shew forth thy Pray&s;e.</L>
<L>&vers;. O GOD make &s;peed to &s;aue me.</L>
<L>&resp;. O LORD make ha&s;t to help me.</L>
<L>GLORY be to the FATHER,</L>
<L>and to the SON,</L>
<L>and to the H. GHOST.</L>
<P>As it was in the beginning, is now, &amp; euer shall
be, world without end. Amen.</P>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="hymn">
<HEAD>THE HYMN.</HEAD>
<L>THe wakefull Matines ha&s;t to &s;ing,</L>
<L>The vnknown &s;orrows of our king,</L>
<L>The FATHER' word &amp; wi&s;dom, made</L>
<L>MAN, for man, by man's betraid;</L>
<L>The world's price &s;ett to &s;ale, &amp; by the bold</L>
<L><PB N="34" REF="22">
Merchants of Death &amp; &s;in, is bought &amp; &s;old.</L>
<L>Of his Be&s;t Freinds (yea of him&s;elf) for&s;aken,</L>
<L>By his wor&s;t foes (becau&s;e he would) be&s;eig'd &amp;
taken.</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="antiphon">
<HEAD>The Antiphona.</HEAD>
<L>All hail, fair TREE.</L>
<L>Who&s;e Fruit we be.</L>
<L>What &s;ong shall rai&s;e</L>
<L>Thy &s;eemly prai&s;e.</L>
<L>Who brought&s;t to light</L>
<L>Life out of death, Day out of night.</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="versicle">
<HEAD>The Ver&s;icle.</HEAD>
<L>Lo, we adore thee,</L>
<L>Dread LAMB! And bow thus low before thee;</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="response">
<HEAD>The R<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;pon&s;or.</HEAD>
<L>'Cau&s;e, by the couenant of thy CROSSE,</L>
<L>Thou'ha&s;t &s;au'd at once the whole world's lo&s;&s;e.</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="prayer">
<HEAD>The Prayer.</HEAD>
<P>O Lord IESV-CHRIST, &s;on of the liuing
GOD! interpo&s;e, I pray thee, thine own pre|tious
death, thy CROSSE &amp; Pa&s;&s;ion, bet|wixt
my &s;oul &amp; thy iudgment, now &amp; in the hour
of my death. And vouch&s;afe to graunt vnto me thy
grace &amp; mercy; vnto all quick &amp; dead, remi&s;&s;ion
&amp; re&s;t; to thy church peace &amp; concord; to vs &s;in|ners
life &amp; glory euerla&s;ting. Who liue&s;t and rei|gne&s;t
with the FATHER, in the vnity of the HOLY
GHOST, one GOD, world without end. Amen.</P>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="prime" TYPE="hour">
<PB N="35" REF="22">
<HEAD>FOR THE HOVR OF
PRIME.</HEAD>
<DIV3 TYPE="versicle">
<HEAD>The Ver&s;icle.</HEAD>
<L>Lord by thy &s;weet &amp; &s;auing SIGN.</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="response">
<HEAD>The Re&s;pon&s;or.</HEAD>
<L>Defend vs from our foes &amp; thine.</L>
<L>&vers;. Thou shalt open.</L>
<L>&resp;. And my mouth.</L>
<L>&vers;. O GOD make &s;peed.</L>
<L>&resp;. O LORD make ha&s;t.</L>
<L>Glory be to.</L>
<L>As it was in.</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="hymn">
<HEAD>THE HYMN.</HEAD>
<L>THe early PRIME blushes to &s;ay</L>
<L>She could not ri&s;e &s;o &s;oon, as they</L>
<L>Call'd Pilat vp; to try if He</L>
<L>Could lend them any cruelty.</L>
<L>Their hands with lashes arm'd, their toungs
with lyes.</L>
<L>And loath&s;om &s;pittle, blott tho&s;e beauteous eyes,</L>
<L>The bli&s;sfull &s;prings of ioy; from who&s;e all-chea|ring
Ray</L>
<L><PB N="36" REF="23">
The fair &s;tarrs fill their wakefull fires the &s;un him|felfe
drinks Day.</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="antiphon">
<HEAD>The Antiphona.</HEAD>
<L>Victorious SIGN</L>
<L>That now do&s;t shine,</L>
<L>Tran&s;crib'd aboue</L>
<L>Into the land of light &amp; loue;</L>
<L>O let vs twine</L>
<L>Our rootes with thine,</L>
<L>That we may ri&s;e</L>
<L>Vpon thy wings, &amp; reach the skyes.</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="versicle">
<HEAD>The Ver&s;icle.</HEAD>
<L>Lo we adore thee</L>
<L>Dread LAME! and fall</L>
<L>Thus low before thee</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="response">
<HEAD>The Re&s;pon&s;or.</HEAD>
<L>'Cau&s;e by the Conuenant of thy CROSSE</L>
<L>Thou'ha&s;t &s;au'd at once the whole world's lo&s;&s;e</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="prayer">
<HEAD>The Prayer.</HEAD>
<P>O Lrod IESV-CHRIST &s;on of the liuing
OOD! interpofe, I pray thee, thine own pre|tious
death, thy CROSSE &amp; Pa&s;&s;ion, bet|wixt
my &s;oul &amp; thy iudgment, now &amp; in the hour
of my death. And vouch&s;afe to graunt vnto me thy
grace &amp; mercy; vnto all quick &amp; dead, remi&s;&s;ion
&amp; re&s;t; to thy church peace &amp; concord; to vs &s;in|ners
life &amp; glory euerla&s;ting. Who liue&s;t and rei|gne&s;t
with the FATHER, in the vnity of the HOLY
GHOST, one GOD, world without end. Amen.</P>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="terce" TYPE="hour">
<PB N="37" REF="23">
<HEAD>THE THIRD.</HEAD>
<DIV3 TYPE="versicle">
<HEAD>The Ver&s;icle.</HEAD>
<L>Lord, by thy &s;weet &amp; &s;auing SIGN</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="response">
<HEAD>The Re&s;pon&s;or.</HEAD>
<L>Defend vs from our foes &amp; thine.</L>
<L>&vers;. Thou shalt open.</L>
<L>&resp;. And my mouth.</L>
<L>&vers;. O GOD make &s;peed.</L>
<L>&resp;. O LORD make ha&s;t.</L>
<L>&vers;. Glory be to.</L>
<L>&resp;. As it was in the.</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="hymn">
<HEAD>THE HYMN.</HEAD>
<L>The Third hour's deafen'd with the cry</L>
<L>Of crucify him, crucify.</L>
<L>So goes the vote (nor ask them, Why?)</L>
<L>Liue Barabbas! &amp; let GOD dy.</L>
<L>But there is witt in wrath, and they will try</L>
<L>A HAIL more cruell them their crucify.</L>
<L>For while in sport he weares a &s;pitefull crown,</L>
<L>The &s;erious showres along his decent</L>
<L>Face run &s;adly down.</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="antiphon">
<HEAD>The Antiphona.</HEAD>
<L>CHRIST when he dy'd</L>
<L>Deceiud the CROSSE;</L>
<L><PB N="38" REF="24">
And on death's &s;ide.</L>
<L>Threw all the lo&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>The captiue world awak't, &amp; found</L>
<L>The pri&s;oners loo&s;e, the Ialyor bound.</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="versicle">
<HEAD>The Ver&s;icle.</HEAD>
<L>Lo we adore thee</L>
<L>Dread LAMB, &amp; fall</L>
<L>thus low before thee</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="response">
<HEAD>The Re&s;pon&s;or.</HEAD>
<L>'Cau&s;e by the conuenant of thy CROSSE</L>
<L>Thou'ha&s;t &s;au'd at once the whole word's lo&s;&s;e.</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="prayer">
<HEAD>The Prayer.</HEAD>
<P>O Lord IESV-CHRIST, &s;on of the liuing
GOD! interpo&s;e, I pray thee, thine own pre|tious
death, thy CROSSE &amp; Pa&s;&s;ion, bet|wixt
my &s;oul &amp; thy iudgment, now &amp; in the hour
of my death. And vouch&s;afe to graunt vnto me thy
grace &amp; mercy; vnto all quick and dead, remi&s;&s;ion &amp;
re&s;t; to thy church peace &amp; concord; to vs &s;inners
life &amp; glory euerla&s;ting. Who liue&s;t and reigne&s;t
with the FATHER, in the vnity of the HOLY GHOST,
one GOD, vorld without end. Amen.</P>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="sext" TYPE="hour">
<PB N="39" REF="24">
<HEAD>THE SIXT.</HEAD>
<DIV3 TYPE="versicle">
<HEAD>The Ver&s;icle.</HEAD>
<L>Lord by thy &s;weet &amp; &s;auing SIGN,</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="response">
<HEAD>The Re&s;pon&s;or.</HEAD>
<L>Defend vs from our foes &amp; thine.</L>
<L>&vers;. Thou shalt open.</L>
<L>&resp;. And my mouth.</L>
<L>&vers;. O GOD make speed.</L>
<L>&resp;. O LORD make ha&s;t.</L>
<L>&vers;. Glory be</L>
<L>&resp;. As it was in</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="hymn">
<HEAD>THE HIMN.</HEAD>
<L>NOw is The noon of &s;orrow's night,</L>
<L>High in his patience, as their spite.</L>
<L>Lo the faint LAMB, with weary limb</L>
<L>Beares that huge tree which mu&s;t bear Him.</L>
<L>That fatall plant, &s;o great of fame</L>
<L>For fruit of &s;orrow &amp; of shame,</L>
<L>Shall &s;well with both for HIM; &amp; mix</L>
<L>All woes into one CRVCIFIX.</L>
<L>Is tortur'd Thir&s;t, it &s;elfe, too &s;weet a cup?</L>
<L>GALL, &amp; more bitter mocks, shall make it vp.</L>
<L>Are NAILES blunt pens of &s;uperficiall smart?</L>
<L>Contempt &amp; &s;corn can &s;end &s;ure wounds to &s;earch
the inmo&s;t Heart.</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="antiphon">
<PB N="40" REF="25">
<HEAD>The Antiphona.</HEAD>
<L>O deare &amp; &s;weet Di&s;pute</L>
<L>'Twixt death's &amp; Loue's farr different FRVIT!</L>
<L>Different as farr</L>
<L>As antidotes &amp; poy&s;ons are.</L>
<L>By that fir&s;t fatall TREE</L>
<L>Both life &amp; liberty</L>
<L>Were &s;oldand &s;lain;</L>
<L>By this they both look vp, &amp; liue again.</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="versicle">
<HEAD>The Ver&s;icle.</HEAD>
<L>Lo we adore thee</L>
<L>Dread LAMB! &amp; bow thus low before thee;</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="response">
<HEAD>The Re&s;pon&s;or.</HEAD>
<L>'Cau&s;e by the conuenant of thy CROSSE.</L>
<L>Thou'ha&s;t &s;au'd the world from certain lo&s;&s;e.</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="prayer">
<HEAD>The Prayer.</HEAD>
<P>O Lord IESV-CHRIST, &s;on of the liuing
GOD! interpo&s;e, I pray thee, thine own pre|tious
death, thy CROSSE &amp; Pa&s;&s;ion, bet|wixt
my &s;oul &amp; thy iudgment, now &amp; in the hour
of my death. And vouch&s;afe to graunt vnto me thy
grace &amp; mercy; vnto all quick &amp; dead, remi&s;&s;ion
&amp; re&s;t; to thy church peace &amp; concord; to vs &s;in|ners
life &amp; glory euerla&s;ting. Who liue&s;t and rei|gne&s;t
with the FATHER, in the vnity of the HOLY
GHOST, one GOD, world without end. Amen.</P>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="none" TYPE="hour">
<PB N="41" REF="25">
<HEAD>THE NINTH.</HEAD>
<DIV3 TYPE="versicle">
<HEAD>The Ver&s;icle.</HEAD>
<L>Lord by thy &s;weet &amp; &s;auing SIGN.</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="response">
<HEAD>The Re&s;pon&s;or.</HEAD>
<L>Defend vs from our foes &amp; thine.</L>
<L>&vers;. Thou shalt open.</L>
<L>&resp;. And my mouth.</L>
<L>&vers;. O GOD make &s;peed.</L>
<L>&resp;. O LORD make ha&s;t.</L>
<L>Glory be to.</L>
<L>As it was in.</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="hymn">
<HEAD>THE HYMN.</HEAD>
<L>THe ninth with awfull horror hearkened to
tho&s;e groanes</L>
<L>Which taught attention eu'n to rocks &amp;
&s;tones.</L>
<L>Hear, FATHER, hear! thy LAMB (at la&s;t) com|plaines.</L>
<L>Of &s;ome more painfull thing then all his paines.</L>
<L>Then bowes his all-obedient head, &amp; dyes</L>
<L>His own lou's, &amp; our &s;in's GREAT SACRIFICE.</L>
<L>The &s;un &s;aw That; And would haue &s;een no more</L>
<L>The center shook. Her v&s;ele&s;&s;e veil th' in glorious
Temple tore,</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="antiphon">
<PB N="42" REF="26">
<HEAD>The Antiphona.</HEAD>
<L>O &s;trange my&s;terious &s;trife</L>
<L>Of open DEATH &amp; hidden LIFE!</L>
<L>When on the cro&s;&s;e my king did bleed,</L>
<L>LIFE &s;eem'd to dy, DEATH dy'd indeed.</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="versicle">
<HEAD>The Ver&s;icle.</HEAD>
<L>Lo we adore thee</L>
<L>Deard LAMB! and fall</L>
<L>thus low before thee</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="response">
<HEAD>The Re&s;pon&s;or.</HEAD>
<L>'Cau&s;e by the conuenant of thy CROSSE</L>
<L>Thou'ha&s;t &s;au'd at once the whole word's lo&s;&s;e.</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="prayer">
<HEAD>The Prayer.</HEAD>
<P>O Lord IESV-CHRIST, &s;on of the liuing
GOD! interpo&s;e, I pray thee, thine own pre|tious
death, thy CROSSE &amp; Pa&s;&s;ion, bet|wixt
my &s;oul &amp; thy iudgment, now &amp; in the hour
of my death. And vouch&s;afe to graunt vnto me thy
grace &amp; mercy; vnto all quick and dead, remi&s;&s;ion &amp;
re&s;t; to thy church peace &amp; concord; to vs &s;inners
life &amp; glory euerla&s;ting. Who liue&s;t and reigne&s;t
with the FATHER, in the vnity of the HOLY GHOST,
one GOD, world without end. Amen.</P>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="vespers" TYPE="hour">
<PB N="43" REF="26">
<HEAD>EVENSONG.</HEAD>
<DIV3 TYPE="versicle">
<HEAD>The Ver&s;icle.</HEAD>
<L>Lord, by thy &s;weet &amp; &s;auing SIGN</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="response">
<HEAD>The Re&s;pon&s;or.</HEAD>
<L>Defend vs from our foes &amp; thine.</L>
<L>&vers;. Thou shalt open.</L>
<L>&resp;. And my mouth.</L>
<L>&vers;. O GOD make &s;peed.</L>
<L>&resp;. O LORD make ha&s;t.</L>
<L>&vers;. Glory be to.</L>
<L>&resp;. As it was in the.</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="hymn">
<HEAD>THE HYMN.</HEAD>
<L>BVt there were Rocks would nor relent at This.</L>
<L>Lo, for their own hearts, they rend his.</L>
<L>Their deadly hate liues &s;till; &amp; hath</L>
<L>A wild re&s;erue of wanton wrath;</L>
<L>Superfluous SPEAR! But there's &agrave; HEART &s;tands
by</L>
<L>Will look no wounds be lo&s;t, no deaths shall dy.</L>
<L>Gather now thy Greif's ripe FRVIT. Great mo|ther-maid!</L>
<L>Then &s;itt thee down, &amp; &s;ing thine Eu'niong in the
&s;ad TREE's shade.</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="antiphon">
<PB N="44" REF="27">
<HEAD>The Antiphona.</HEAD>
<L>O &s;ad, &s;weet TREE!</L>
<L>Wofull &amp; ioyfull we</L>
<L>Both weep &amp; &s;ing in shade of thee.</L>
<L>When the dear NAILES did lock</L>
<L>And graft into thy gracious Stock</L>
<L>The hope; the health,</L>
<L>The worth, the wealth</L>
<L>Of all the ran&s;om'd WORLD, thou had&s;t the power</L>
<L>(In that propitious Hour)</L>
<L>To poi&s;e each pretious limb,</L>
<L>And proue how light the World was, when it weighd
with HIM.</L>
<L>Wide mai&s;t thou &s;pred</L>
<L>Thine Armes; And with thy bright &amp; blisfull head</L>
<L>O'relook all Libanus. Thy lofty crown</L>
<L>The king him&s;elf is; Thou his humble THRONS.</L>
<L>Where yeilding &amp; yet conquering he</L>
<L>Prou'd a new path of patient Victory.</L>
<L>When wondring death by death was &s;lain,</L>
<L>And our Captiuity his Captiue ta'ne.</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="versicle">
<HEAD>The Ver&s;icle.</HEAD>
<L>Lo we adore thee</L>
<L>Dread LAMB! &amp; bow thus low before thee;</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="response">
<HEAD>The Re&s;pon&s;or.</HEAD>
<L>'Cau&s;e by the conuenant of thy CROSSE.</L>
<L>Thou'ha&s;t &s;au'd the world from certain lo&s;&s;e.</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="prayer">
<HEAD>The Prayer.</HEAD>
<P>O lord IESV-CHRIST, &s;on of the liuing, &amp;c. 42.</P>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="compline" TYPE="hour">
<PB N="45" REF="27">
<HEAD>COMPLINE.</HEAD>
<DIV3 TYPE="versicle">
<HEAD>The Ver&s;icle.</HEAD>
<L>Lord by thy &s;weet &amp; &s;auing SIGN,</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="response">
<HEAD>The Re&s;pon&s;or.</HEAD>
<L>Defend vs from our foes &amp; thine.</L>
<L>&vers;. Thou shalt open.</L>
<L>&resp;. And my mouth.</L>
<L>&vers;. O GOD make speed.</L>
<L>&resp;. O LORD make ha&s;t.</L>
<L>&vers;. Glory be</L>
<L>&resp;. As it was in</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="hymn">
<HEAD>THE HIMN.</HEAD>
<L>THe Complin hour comes la&s;t, to call</L>
<L>Vs to our own LIVE's funerall.</L>
<L>Ah hartle&s;&s;e task! yet hope takes head;</L>
<L>And liues in Him that here lyes dead.</L>
<L>Run, MARY, run! Bring hither all the BLEST</L>
<L>ARABIA, for thy Royall Phoenix'ne&s;t;</L>
<L>Pour on thy noble&s;t &s;weets, Which, when they touch.</L>
<L>This &s;weeter BODY, shall indeed be &s;uch.</L>
<L>But mu&s;t thy bed, lord, be a borow'd graue</L>
<L>Who lend'&s;t to all things All the LIFE they haue.</L>
<L>O rather v&s;e this HEART. thus farr a fitter STONE,</L>
<L>'Cau&s;e, though a hard &amp; cold one, yet it is thine
owne. Amen.</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="antiphon">
<PB N="46" REF="28">
<HEAD>The Antiphona.</HEAD>
<L>O &s;aue vs then</L>
<L>Mercyfull KING of men!</L>
<L>Since thou would&s;t needs be thus</L>
<L>A SAVIOVR, &amp; at &s;uch &agrave; rate, for vs;</L>
<L>Saue vs, o &s;aue vs, lord.</L>
<L>We now will own no shorter wish, nor name a nar|rower
word.</L>
<L>Thy blood bids vs be bold.</L>
<L>Thy Wounds giue vs fair hold.</L>
<L>Thy Sorrows chide our shame.</L>
<L>Thy Cro&s;&s;e, thy Nature, &amp; thy name</L>
<L>Aduance our claim</L>
<L>And cry with one accord</L>
<L>Saue them, o &s;aue them, lord.</L>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="47" REF="28">
<HEAD><FIGURE>
<L>EXPOSTVLATIO IESV <ABBR EXPAN="Christi">XPI.</ABBR> CVM VNDO INGRAT<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>SVM pulcher: at nemo tamen me diligit.</L>
<L>Sum nobilis: nemo e&s;t mihi qui &s;eruiat:</L>
<L>Sum diues: a me nemo quicquam po&s;tulat.</L>
<L>Et cuncta po&s;sum: nemo me tamen tinet.</L>
<L>Aeternus exs<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">: quaeror a pauci&s;sinus.</L>
<L>Pruden&s;que &s;um: &s;ed me quis est qui con&s;ulit?</L>
<L>Et &s;um via: at per me quotu&s;qui&s;que ambulat?</L>
<L>Sum veritas: quare mihi non creditur?</L>
<L>Sum vita: verum rarus e&s;t qui me petit.</L>
<L>Sum vera lux: videre me neme cupit.</L>
<L>Sum mi&s;ericors: nullus fidem in me collocat.</L>
<L>TV, si poris, non id mihi imputes, Homo:</L>
<L>Salus <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">ibi e&s;t a me parata: hac vtere.</L>
<BYLINE><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 span"> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="2 letters">cud.</BYLINE>
</FIGURE>
THE
RECOMMENDATION.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>The&s;e Houres, &amp; that which houer's o're my
END,</L>
<L>Into thy hands, and hart, lord, I, com|mend.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Take Both to Thine Account, that I &amp; mine</L>
<L>In that Hour, &amp; in the&s;e, may be all thine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="48" REF="29">
<L>That as I dedicate my deuoute&s;t BREATH</L>
<L>To make a kind of LIFE for my lord's DEATH,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>So from his liuing, &amp; life-giuing DEATH,</L>
<L>My dying LIFE may draw a new, &amp; neuer fleeting
BREATH</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>VPON
THE
H. SEPVLCHER.</HEAD>
<L>Here where our LORD once lay'd his Head,</L>
<L>Now the graue lyes Buryed.</L>
</DIV2>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="hymn">
<PB N="49" REF="29">
<HEAD>VEXILLA REGIS,
THE
HYMN
OF THE HOLY
CROSSE.</HEAD>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>LOok vp, langui&s;ting Soul! Lo where the fair</L>
<L>BADG of thy faith calls back thy care,</L>
<L>And biddes thee ne're forget</L>
<L>Thy life is one long Debt</L>
<L>Of loue to Him, who on this painfull TREE</L>
<L>Paid back the flesh he took for thee.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>Lo, how the &s;treames of life, from that full ne&s;t</L>
<L>Of loues, thy lord's too liberall bre&s;t,</L>
<L>Flow in an amorous floud</L>
<L>Of WATER wedding BLOOD.</L>
<L>With the&s;e he wash't thy &s;tain, transfer'd thy &s;mart,</L>
<L><PB N="50" REF="30">
And took it home to his own heart.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>But though great LOVE, greedy of &s;uch &s;ad gain</L>
<L>V&s;urp't the Portion of THY pain,</L>
<L>And from the nailes &amp; &s;pear</L>
<L>Turn'd the &s;teel point of fear,</L>
<L>Their v&s;e is chang'd, not lo&s;t; and now they moue,</L>
<L>Not &s;tings of warth, but wounds of loue.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>Tall TREE of life! thy truth makes goo</L>
<L>What was till now ne're vnder&s;tood,</L>
<L>Though the prophetick king</L>
<L>Struck lowd his faithfull &s;tring.</L>
<L>It was thy wood he meant should make the TRHONE</L>
<L>For a more then SALOMON.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>V.</HEAD>
<L>Larg throne of loue! Royally &s;pred</L>
<L>With purple of too Rich a red.</L>
<L>Thy crime is too much duty;</L>
<L>Thy Burthen, too much beauty;</L>
<L>Glorious, or Greiuous more? thus to make good</L>
<L>Thy co&s;tly excellence with thy KING's own BLOOD.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<HEAD>VI.</HEAD>
<L>Euen ballance of both worlds! our world of &s;in.</L>
<L><PB N="51" REF="30">
And that of grace heaun way'd in HIM,</L>
<L>Vs with our price thou weighed'&s;t;</L>
<L>Our price for vs thou payed'&s;t;</L>
<L>Soon as the right-hand &s;cale reioyc't to proue</L>
<L>How much Death weigh'd more light then loue.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="7">
<HEAD>VII.</HEAD>
<L>Hail, our alone hope! let thy fair head shoot</L>
<L>Aloft; and fill the nations with thy noble fruit.</L>
<L>The while our hearts &amp; we</L>
<L>Thus graft our &s;elues on thee;</L>
<L>Grow thou &amp; they. And be thy fair increa&s;e</L>
<L>The &s;inner's pardon &amp; the iu&s;t man's peace.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Liue, o for euer liue &amp; reign</L>
<L>The LAMB whom his own loue hath &s;lain!</L>
<L>And let thy lo&s;t sheep liue to'inherit</L>
<L>That KINGDOM which this CROSSE did merit.</L>
<L>AMEN.</L>
</LG>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>TO OVR B. LORD
VPON THE CHOISE OF HIS
Sepulcher.</HEAD>
<L>How life &amp; death in Thee</L>
<L>Agree!</L>
<L>Thou had&s;t a virgin womb,</L>
<L>And tomb.</L>
<L>A IOSEPH did betroth</L>
<L>Them both.</L>
</DIV2>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="52" REF="31">
<HEAD>CHARITAS
NIMIA.
OR
THE
DEAR BARGAIN.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>LOrd, what is man? why should he co&s;te thee</L>
<L>So dear? what had his ruin lo&s;t thee?</L>
<L>Lord what is man? that thou ha&s;t ouerbought</L>
<L>So much a thing of nought?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Loue is too kind, I &s;ee; &amp; can</L>
<L>Make but &agrave; &s;imple merchant man.</L>
<L>'Twas for &s;uch &s;orry merchandi&s;e.</L>
<L>Bold Painters haue putt out his Eyes.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Alas, &s;weet lord, what wer't to thee</L>
<L>If there were no &s;uch wormes as we?</L>
<L>Heau'n ne're the le&s;&s;e &s;till heaun would be,</L>
<L>Should Mankind dwell</L>
<L>In the deep hell.</L>
<L>What haue his woes to doe with thee?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Let him goe weep</L>
<L><PB N="53" REF="31">
O're his own wounds;</L>
<L>SERAPHIMS will not &s;leep</L>
<L>Nor &s;pheares let fall their faithfull rounds.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Still would The youthfull SPIRITS &s;ing;</L>
<L>And &s;till thy &s;patious Palace ring.</L>
<L>Still would tho&s;e beauteous mini&s;ters of light</L>
<L>Burn all as bright,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And bow their flaming heads before thee</L>
<L>Still thrones &amp; Dominations would adore thee</L>
<L>Still would tho&s;e euer wakefull &s;ons of fire</L>
<L>Keep warm thy pray&s;e</L>
<L>Both nights &amp; dayes,</L>
<L>And teach thy lou'd name to their noble lyre.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ler froward Du&s;t then doe it's kind;</L>
<L>And giue it &s;elf for sport to the proud wind.</L>
<L>Why should a peice of peeuish clay plead shares</L>
<L>In the Aeternity of thy old cares?</L>
<L>Why should&s;t you bow thy awfull Bre&s;t to &s;ee</L>
<L>What mine own madne&s;&s;es haue done with me?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Should not the king &s;till keepe his throne</L>
<L>Becau&s;e &s;ome de&s;perate Fool's vndone?</L>
<L>Or will the world's Illu&s;trious eyes</L>
<L>Weep for euery worm that dyes;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Will the gallant &s;un</L>
<L>E're the le&s;&s;e glorious run?</L>
<L>Will he hang down his golden head</L>
<L>Or e're the &s;ooner &s;eek his we&s;tern bed,</L>
<L><PB N="54" REF="32">
Becau&s;e &s;ome foolish fly</L>
<L>Growes wanton, &amp; will dy?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If I were lo&s;t in mi&s;ery,</L>
<L>What was it to thy heaun &amp; thee?</L>
<L>What was it to thy pretious blood</L>
<L>If my foul Heart call'd for a floud?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>What if my faithle&s;&s;e &s;oul &amp; I</L>
<L>Would needs fall in</L>
<L>With guilt &amp; &s;in,</L>
<L>What did the Lamb, that he should dy?</L>
<L>What did the lamb, that he should need?</L>
<L>When the wolf &s;ins, him&s;elf to bleed?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If my ba&s;e lu&s;t,</L>
<L>Bargain'd with Death &amp; well-be&s;eeming du&s;t</L>
<L>Why should the white</L>
<L>Lamb's bo&s;om write</L>
<L>The purple name</L>
<L>Of my &s;in's shame?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Why should his vn&s;taind bre&s;t make good</L>
<L>My blushes with his own heart-blood?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O my SAVIOVR, make me &s;ee</L>
<L>How dearly thou ha&s;t payd for me</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>That lo&s;t again my LIFE may proue</L>
<L>As then in DEATH, &s;o now in loue.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="32">
<HEAD>SANCTA MARIA
DOLORVM
OR
THE MOTHER
OF
SORROWS. A
Patheticall de&s;cant vpon the
deuout Plain&s;ong
OF
<HI>STABAT MATER</HI>
DOLOROSA.</HEAD>
<HEAD><PB N="56" REF="33"><FIGURE>
</FIGURE>SANCTA MARIA
DOLORVM.</HEAD>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>IN shade of death's &s;ad TREE</L>
<L>Stood Dolefull SHEE.</L>
<L>Ah SHE! now by none other</L>
<L>Name to be known, alas, but SORROW's NOTHER&punc;</L>
<L>Before her eyes</L>
<L>Her's, &amp; the whole world's ioyes,</L>
<L>Hanging all torn she &s;ees; and in his woes</L>
<L>And Paines, her Pangs &amp; throes.</L>
<L><PB N="57" REF="33">
Each wound of His, from euery Part,</L>
<L>All, more at home in her one heart.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II</HEAD>
<L>What kind of marble than</L>
<L>Is that cold man</L>
<L>Who can look on &amp; &s;ee,</L>
<L>Nor keep &s;uch noble &s;orrowes company?</L>
<L>Sure eu'en from you</L>
<L>(My Flints) &s;ome drops are due</L>
<L>To &s;ee &s;o many vnkind &s;words conte&s;t</L>
<L>So fa&s;t for one &s;oft Bre&s;t.</L>
<L>While with a faithfull, mutuall, floud</L>
<L>Her eyes bleed TEARES, his wounds weep BLOOD.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>O co&s;tly intercour&s;e</L>
<L>Of deaths, &amp; wor&s;e</L>
<L>Diuided loues. While &s;on &amp; mother</L>
<L>Di&s;cour&s;e alternate wounds to one another;</L>
<L>Quick Deaths that grow</L>
<L>And gather, as they come &amp; goe:</L>
<L>His Nailes write &s;words in her, which &s;oon her heart</L>
<L>Payes back, with more then their own &s;mart</L>
<L>Her SWORDS, &s;till growingt with his pain,</L>
<L>Turn SPEARES, &amp; &s;traight come home again</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>She &s;ees her &s;on, her GOD,</L>
<L><PB N="58" REF="34">
Bow with &agrave; load</L>
<L>Of borrowd &s;ins; And &s;wimme</L>
<L>In woes that were not made for Him.</L>
<L>Ah hard command</L>
<L>Of loue! Here mu&s;t she &s;tand</L>
<L>Charg'd to look on, &amp; with &agrave; &s;tedfa&s;t ey</L>
<L>See her life dy:</L>
<L>Leauing her only &s;o much Breath</L>
<L>As &s;erues to keep aliue her death.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>V.</HEAD>
<L>O Mother turtle-doue!</L>
<L>Soft &s;our&s;e of loue</L>
<L>That the&s;e dry lidds might borrow</L>
<L>Somthing from thy full Seas of &s;orrow!</L>
<L>O in that bre&s;t</L>
<L>Of thine (the nobe&s;t ne&s;t</L>
<L>Both of loue's fires &amp; flouds) might I recline</L>
<L>This hard, cold, Heart of mine!</L>
<L>The chill lump would relent, &amp; proue</L>
<L>Soft &s;ubject for the &s;eige of loue.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<HEAD>VI.</HEAD>
<L>O teach tho&s;e wounds to bleed</L>
<L>In me; me, &s;o to read</L>
<L>This book of loues, thus writ</L>
<L>In lines of death, my life may coppy it</L>
<L>With loyall cares.</L>
<L>O let me, here, claim shares;</L>
<L>Yeild &s;omthing in thy &s;ad praerogatiue</L>
<L><PB N="59" REF="34">
(Great Queen of greifes) &amp; giue</L>
<L>Me too my teares; who, though all &s;tone,</L>
<L>Think much that thou should&s;t mourn alone.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="7">
<HEAD>VII.</HEAD>
<L>Yea let my life &amp; me</L>
<L>Fix here with thee,</L>
<L>And at the Humble foot</L>
<L>Of this fair TREE take our etertall root.</L>
<L>That &s;o we may</L>
<L>At lea&s;t be in loues way;</L>
<L>And in the&s;e cha&s;t warres while the wing'd wounds
flee</L>
<L>So fa&s;t'twixt him &amp; thee,</L>
<L>My bre&s;t may catch the ki&s;&s;e of &s;ome kind dart,</L>
<L>Though as at &s;econd hand, from either heart.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="8">
<HEAD>VIII.</HEAD>
<L>O you, your own be&s;t Darts</L>
<L>Dear, dolefull hearts!</L>
<L>Hail; &amp; &s;trike home &amp; make me &s;ee</L>
<L>That wounded bo&s;omes their own weapons be.</L>
<L>Come wounds! come darts!</L>
<L>Nail'd hands! &amp; peirced hearts!</L>
<L>Come your whole &s;elues, &s;orrow's great &s;on &amp;
mother!</L>
<L>Nor grudge &agrave; vonger-Brother</L>
<L>Of greifes his portion, who (had all their due)</L>
<L>One &s;ingle wound should not haue left for you.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="9">
<PB N="60" REF="35">
<HEAD>IX.</HEAD>
<L>Shall I, &s;ett there</L>
<L>So deep a share</L>
<L>(Dear wounds) &amp; onely now</L>
<L>In &s;orrows draw no Diuidend with you?</L>
<L>O be more wi&s;e</L>
<L>Is not more &s;oft, mine eyes!</L>
<L>Flow, tardy founts! &amp; into decent showres</L>
<L>Di&s;&s;olue my Dayes &amp; Howres.</L>
<L>And if thou yet (faint &s;oul!) deferr</L>
<L>To bleed with him, fail not to weep with her.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="10">
<HEAD>X.</HEAD>
<L>Rich Queen, lend &s;ome releife;</L>
<L>At lea&s;t an almes of greif</L>
<L>To'a heart who by &s;ad right of &s;in</L>
<L>Could proue the whole su~me (too &s;ure) due to him.</L>
<L>By all tho&s;e &s;tings</L>
<L>Of loue, &s;weet bitter things,</L>
<L>Which the&s;e torn hands tran&s;crib'd on thy true heart</L>
<L>O teach mine too the art</L>
<L>To &s;tudy him &s;o, till we mix</L>
<L>Wounds; and become one crucifix.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="11">
<HEAD>XI.</HEAD>
<L>O let me &s;uck the wine</L>
<L>So long of this cha&s;t vine</L>
<L>Till drunk of the dear wounds, I be</L>
<L><PB N="61" REF="35">
A lo&s;t Thing to the world,, as it to me.</L>
<L>O faithfull freind</L>
<L>Of me &amp; of my end!</L>
<L>Fold vp my life in loue; and lay't beneath</L>
<L>My dear lord's vitall death.</L>
<L>Lo, heart, thy hope's whole Plea! Her pretious
Breath</L>
<L>Powr'd out in prayrs for thee; thy lord's in death.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<HEAD>VPON
THE
BLEEDING
CRVCIFIX
A
SONG.</HEAD>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>IE&s;u, no more! It is full tide&punc;</L>
<L>From thy head &amp; from thy feet,</L>
<L>From thy hands &amp; from thy &s;ide</L>
<L>All the purple Riuers meet.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<PB N="62" REF="36">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>What need thy fair head bear a part</L>
<L>In showres, as if thine eyes had none?</L>
<L>What need They help to drown thy heart,</L>
<L>That &s;triues in torrents of it's own?</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>Thy re&s;tle&s;&s;e feet now cannot goe</L>
<L>For vs &amp; our eternall good.</L>
<L>As they were euer wont. What though?</L>
<L>They &s;wimme. Alas, in their own floud.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>Thy hands to giue, thou can&s;t not lift;</L>
<L>Yet will thy hand &s;till giuing be.</L>
<L>It giues but &ocirc;, it &s;elf's the gift.</L>
<L>It giues though bound; though bound'tis free.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>V.</HEAD>
<L>But &ocirc; thy &s;ide, thy deep-digg'd &s;ide!</L>
<L>That hath a double Nilus going.</L>
<L>Nor euer was the pharian tide</L>
<L>Half &s;o fruitfull, half &s;o flowing.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<HEAD>VI.</HEAD>
<L>No hair &s;o &s;mall, but payes his riuer</L>
<L><PB N="63" REF="36">
To this red &s;ea of thy blood</L>
<L>Their little channells can deliuer</L>
<L>Somthing to the Generall floud.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="7">
<HEAD>VII.</HEAD>
<L>But while I speak, whither are run</L>
<L>All the riuers nam'd before?</L>
<L>I counted wrong. There is but one;</L>
<L>But &ocirc; that one is one all ore.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="8">
<HEAD>VIII.</HEAD>
<L>Rain-&s;woln riuers may ri&s;e proud,</L>
<L>Bent all to drown &amp; ouerflow.</L>
<L>But when indeed all's ouerflow'd</L>
<L>They them&s;elues are drowned too.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="9">
<HEAD>IX.</HEAD>
<L>This thy blood's deluge, a dire chance</L>
<L>Dear LORD to thee, to vs is found</L>
<L>A deluge of Deliuerance;</L>
<L>A deluge lea&s;t we should be drown'd</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>N'ere wa&s;t thou in a &s;en&s;e &s;o &s;adly true,</L>
<L>The WELL of liuing WATERS, Lord, till now.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="64" REF="37">
<HEAD>VPON
THE CROWNE OF THORNS
TAKEN DOWNE
From the head of our Bl. LORD,
all Bloody.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>KNow'&s;t thou This, Souldier? 'Tis &agrave; much-chang'd
plant which yet.</L>
<L>Thy &s;elfe did&s;t &s;ett.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O who &s;o hard a Hu&s;bandman did euer find;</L>
<L>A &s;oile &s;o kind?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Is not the &s;oile a kind one, which returnes</L>
<L>Ro&s;es for Thrones?</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="65" REF="37">
<HEAD>VPON
THE BODY OF OVR
BL. LORD,
NAKED
AND
BLOODY.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THey' haue left thee naked, LORD, O that
they had!</L>
<L>This garment too I would they had deny'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thee with thy &s;elf they haue too richly clad;</L>
<L>Opening the purple wardrobe in thy &s;ide.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O neuer could there be garment too good&punc;</L>
<L>For thee to wear, But this, of thine own Blood.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="hymn">
<PB REF="38">
<HEAD>THE
HYMN
OF
SANITE THOMAS
IN
ADORATION OF
THE
BLESSED
SACRAMENT.</HEAD>
<HEAD><PB REF="38"><FIGURE>
<P>Ecce panis angeloru~</P>
</FIGURE>
ADORO
TE</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WIth all the powres my poor Heart hath</L>
<L>Of humble loue &amp; loyall Faith,</L>
<L>Thus lowe (my hidden life!) I bow to
thee</L>
<L>Whom too much loue hath bow'd more low for me.</L>
<L>Down down, proud &s;en&s;e! Di&s;cour&s;es dy.</L>
<L>Keep clo&s;e, my &s;oul's inquiring ey!</L>
<L>Nor touch nor ta&s;t mu&s;t look for more</L>
<L>But each &s;itt &s;till in his own Dore.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Your ports are all &s;uperfluous here,</L>
<L><PB N="68" REF="39">
Saue That which lets in faith, the eare.</L>
<L>Faith is my skill. Faith can beleiue</L>
<L>As fa&s;t as loue new lawes can giue.</L>
<L>Faith is my force. Faith &s;trength affords</L>
<L>To keep pace with tho&s;e powrfull words.</L>
<L>And words more &s;ure, more &s;weet, then they</L>
<L>Loue could not think, truth could not &s;ay.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O let thy wretch find that releife</L>
<L>Thou did&s;t afford the faithfull theife.</L>
<L>Plead for me, loue! Alleage &amp; show</L>
<L>That faith has farther, here, to goe</L>
<L>And le&s;&s;e to lean on. Becau&s;e than</L>
<L>Though hidd as GOD, wounds writt thee man,</L>
<L>Thomas might touch; None but might &s;ee</L>
<L>At lea&s;t the &s;uffring &s;ide of thee;</L>
<L>And that too was thy &s;elf which thee did couer,</L>
<L>But here eu'n That's hid too which hides the other.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Sweet, con&s;ider then, that I</L>
<L>Though allow'd not hand nor eye</L>
<L>To reach at thy lou'd Face; nor can</L>
<L>Ta&s;t thee GOD, or touch thee MAN</L>
<L>Both yet beleiue; And wittne&s;&s;e thee</L>
<L>My LORD too &amp; my GOD, as lowd as He.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Help, lord, my Hope increa&s;e;</L>
<L>And fill my portion in thy peace.</L>
<L>Giue loue for life; nor let my dayes</L>
<L>Grow, but in new powres to thy name &amp; prai&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O dear memoriall of that Death</L>
<L><PB N="69" REF="39">
Which liues &s;till, &amp; allowes vs breath!</L>
<L>Rich, Royall food! Bountyfull BREAD!</L>
<L>Who&s;e v&s;e denyes vs to the dead;</L>
<L>Who&s;e vitall gu&s;t alone can giue</L>
<L>The &s;ame leaue both to eat &amp; liue;</L>
<L>Liue euer Bread of loues, &amp; be</L>
<L>My life, my &s;oul, my &s;urer &s;elfe to mee.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O &s;oft &s;elf-wounding Pelican!</L>
<L>Who&s;e bre&s;t weepes Balm for wounded man.</L>
<L>Ah this way bend thy benign floud</L>
<L>To'a bleeding Heart that ga&s;pes for blood.</L>
<L>That blood, who&s;e lea&s;t drops &s;oueraign be</L>
<L>To wash my worlds of &s;ins from me.</L>
<L>Come loue! Come LORD! &amp; that long day</L>
<L>For which I languish, come away.</L>
<L>When this dry &s;oul tho&s;e eyes shall &s;ee,</L>
<L>And drink the vn&s;eal'd &s;our&s;e of thee.</L>
<L>When Glory's &s;un faith's shades shall cha&s;e,</L>
<L>And for thy veil giue me thy FACE.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER>AMEN.</CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="70" REF="40">
<HEAD>LAVDA SION SALVATOREM.
THE HYMN.
FOR
THE BL.
SACRAMENT.</HEAD>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>RI&s;e, Royall SION! ri&s;e &amp; &s;ing</L>
<L>Thy &s;oul's kind shepheard, thy hart's KING&punc;</L>
<L>Stretch all thy powres; call if you can</L>
<L>Harpes of heaun to hands of man.</L>
<L>This &s;oueraign &s;ubject &s;itts aboue</L>
<L>The be&s;t ambition of thy loue.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>Lo the BREAD of LIEE, this day's</L>
<L>Triumphant Text, prouokes thy pray&s;e.</L>
<L>The liuing &amp; life-giuing bread,</L>
<L>To the great twelue di&s;tributed</L>
<L>When LIFE, him&s;elf, at point to dy</L>
<L>Of loue, was his own LEGACY.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<PB N="71" REF="40">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>Come, loue! &amp; let vs work a &s;ong</L>
<L>Lowd &amp; plea&s;ant, &s;weet &amp; long;</L>
<L>Let lippes &amp; Hearts lift high the noi&s;e</L>
<L>Of &s;o iu&s;t &amp; &s;olemn ioyes,</L>
<L>Which on his white browes this bright day</L>
<L>Shall hence for euer bear away.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>Lo the new LAW of a new LORD.</L>
<L>With a new Lamb ble&s;&s;es the Board.</L>
<L>The aged Pa&s;cha pleads not yeares</L>
<L>But spyes loue's dawn, &amp; di&s;appeares.</L>
<L>Types yeild to TRVTHES; shades shrink away;</L>
<L>And their NIGHT dyes into our Day.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>V.</HEAD>
<L>But le&s;t THAT dy too, we are bid.</L>
<L>Euer to doe what he once did.</L>
<L>And by &agrave; mindfull, my&s;tick breath</L>
<L>That we may liue, reuiue his DEATH&punc;</L>
<L>With a well-bles't bread &amp; wine.</L>
<L>Tran&s;&s;um'd, &amp; taught to turn diuine.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<HEAD>VI.</HEAD>
<L>The Heaun-in&s;tructed hou&s;e of FAITH</L>
<L>Here a holy Dictate hath</L>
<L><PB N="72" REF="41">
That they but lend their Form &amp; face,</L>
<L>Them&s;elues with reuerence leaue their place</L>
<L>Nature, &amp; name, to be made good.</L>
<L>By'a nobler Bread, more needfull BLOOD.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="7">
<HEAD>VII.</HEAD>
<L>Where nature's lawes no leaue will giue,</L>
<L>Bold FAITH takes heart, &amp; dares beleiue</L>
<L>In different &s;pecies, name not things</L>
<L>Him&s;elf to me my SAVIOVR brings,</L>
<L>As meat in That, as Drink in this;</L>
<L>But &s;till in Both one CHRIST he is.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="8">
<HEAD>VIII.</HEAD>
<L>The Receiuing Mouth here makes</L>
<L>Non wound nor breach in what he takes.</L>
<L>Let one, or one THOVSAND be</L>
<L>Here Diuiders, &s;ingle he</L>
<L>Beares home no le&s;&s;e, all they no more,</L>
<L>Nor leaue they both le&s;&s;e then before.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="9">
<HEAD>IX.</HEAD>
<L>Though in it &s;elf this SOVERAIN FEAST</L>
<L>Be all the &s;ame to euery Gue&s;t,</L>
<L>Yet on the &s;ame (life-meaning) Bread</L>
<L>The child of Death eates him&s;elf Dead.</L>
<L>Nor is't loue's fault, but &s;in's dire skill</L>
<L>That thus from LIFE can DEATH di&s;till.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="10">
<PB N="73" REF="41">
<HEAD>X.</HEAD>
<L>When the ble&s;t &s;ignes thou broke shall &s;ee,</L>
<L>Hold but thy Faith intire as he</L>
<L>Who, how&s;oe're clad, cannot come</L>
<L>Le&s;&s;e then whole CHRIST in euery crumme.</L>
<L>In broken formes &agrave; &s;table FAITH</L>
<L>Vntouch't her pretious TOTALL hath.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="11">
<HEAD>XI.</HEAD>
<L>Lo the life-food of ANGELLS then</L>
<L>Bow'd to the lowly mouths of men!</L>
<L>The children's BREAD; the Bridegroom's WINE.</L>
<L>Not to be ca&s;t to dogges, or &s;wine.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="12">
<HEAD>XII.</HEAD>
<L>Lo, the full, finall, SACRIEICE</L>
<L>On which all figures fix't their eyes.</L>
<L>The ran&s;om'd ISACK, &amp; his ramme;</L>
<L>The MANNA, &amp; the PASCHAL Lamb.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="13">
<HEAD>XIII.</HEAD>
<L>IESV MASTER, Iu&s;t &amp; true!</L>
<L>Our FOOD, &amp; faithfull SHEPHARD too?</L>
<L>O by thy &s;elf vouch&s;afe to keep,</L>
<L>As with thy &s;elfe thou feed'&s;t thy SHEEP.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="14">
<HEAD>XIV.</HEAD>
<L>O let that loue which thus makes thee</L>
<L>Mix with our low Mortality,</L>
<L>Lift our lean Soules, &amp; &s;ett vs vp</L>
<L>Convictors of thine own full cup,</L>
<L>Coheirs of SAINTS. That &s;o all may</L>
<L>Drink the &s;ame wine; and the &s;ame WAY.</L>
<L>Nor chang the PASTVRE, but the PLACE;</L>
<L>To feed of THEE in thine own FACE.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER>AMEN.</CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="hymn">
<PB REF="42">
<HEAD><FIGURE>
</FIGURE></HEAD>
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q>DIES IRAE DIES ILLA.</Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<HEAD><PB N="75" REF="42">THE
HYMN.
OF THE
CHVRCH,
IN MEDITATION OF
THE DAY OF
IVDGMENT.</HEAD>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>HEars't thou, my &s;oul, with &s;erious things</L>
<L>Both the P&s;alm and &s;ybyll &s;ings</L>
<L>Of a &s;ure iudge, from who&s;e sharp Ray</L>
<L>The world in flames shall fly away.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>O that fire! before who&s;e face</L>
<L>Heaun &amp; earth shall find no place.</L>
<L>O tho&s;e eyes! who&s;e angry light</L>
<L>Mu&s;t be the day of that dread Night.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>O that trump! who&s;e bla&s;t shall rnn</L>
<L>An euen round with the circling Sun.</L>
<L>And vrge the murmuring graues to bring</L>
<L><PB N="76" REF="43">
Pale mankind forth to meet his king.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>Horror of nature, hell &amp; Death!</L>
<L>When a deep Groan from beneath</L>
<L>Shall cry we come, we come &amp; all</L>
<L>The caues of night an&s;wer one call</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>V.</HEAD>
<L>O that Book! who&s;e leaues &s;o bright</L>
<L>Will &s;ett the world in &s;euere light.</L>
<L>O that Iudge! who&s;e hand, who&s;e eye</L>
<L>None can indure; yet none can fly</L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<HEAD>VI.</HEAD>
<L>Ah then, poor &s;oul, what wilt thou &s;ay?</L>
<L>And to what Patron chu&s;e to pray?</L>
<L>When &s;tarres them&s;elues shall &s;tagger; and</L>
<L>The mo&s;t firm foot no more then &s;tand.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="7">
<HEAD>VII.</HEAD>
<L>But thou giu'&s;t leaue (dread Lord) that we</L>
<L>Take shelter from thy &s;elf, in thee;</L>
<L>And wi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">h the wings of thine own doue</L>
<L>Fly to thy &s;cepter of &s;oft loue.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="8">
<HEAD>VIII.</HEAD>
<L>Dear, remember in that Day</L>
<L>Who was the cau&s;e thou cams't this way.</L>
<L>Thy sheep was &s;tray'd; And thou would&s;t be</L>
<L>Euen lo&s;t thy &s;elf in &s;eeking me.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="9">
<HEAD>IX.</HEAD>
<L>Shall all that labour, all that co&s;t</L>
<L>Of loue, and eu'n that lo&s;&s;e, be lo&s;t?</L>
<L>And this lou'd &s;oul, iudg'd worth no le&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Then all that way, and wearyne&s;&s;e?</L>
</LG>
<LG N="10">
<PB N="77" REF="43">
<HEAD>X.</HEAD>
<L>Iu&s;t mercy then, thy Reckning be</L>
<L>With my price, &amp; not with me</L>
<L>'Twas pay'd at fir&s;t with too much pain,</L>
<L>To be pay'd twice; or once, in vain.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="11">
<HEAD>XI.</HEAD>
<L>Mercy (my iudge) mercy I cry</L>
<L>With blushing Cheek &amp; bleeding ey,</L>
<L>The con&s;cious colors of my &s;in</L>
<L>Are red without &amp; pale within.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="12">
<HEAD>XII.</HEAD>
<L>O let thine own &s;oft bowells pay</L>
<L>Thy &s;elf; And &s;o di&s;charge that day.</L>
<L>If &s;in can &s;igh, loue can forgiue.</L>
<L>O &s;ay the word my Soul shall liue.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="13">
<HEAD>XIII.</HEAD>
<L>Tho&s;e mercyes which thy MARY found</L>
<L>Or who thy cro&s;&s;e confes't &amp; crown'd,</L>
<L>Hope tells my heart, the &s;ame loues be</L>
<L>Still aliue; and &s;till for me.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="14">
<HEAD>XIV.</HEAD>
<L>Though both my Prayres &amp; teares combine,</L>
<L>Both worthle&s;&s;e are; For they are mine.</L>
<L>But thou thy bounteous &s;elf &s;till be;</L>
<L>And show thou art, by &s;auing me.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="15">
<HEAD>XV.</HEAD>
<L>O when thy la&s;t Frown shall proclaim</L>
<L>The flocks of goates to folds of flame,</L>
<L>And all thy lo&s;t sheep found shall be,</L>
<L>Let come ye ble&s;&s;ed then call me.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="16">
<HEAD>XVI.</HEAD>
<L>When the dread ITE shall diuide</L>
<L><PB N="78" REF="44">
Tho&s;e Limbs of death from thy left &s;ide,</L>
<L>Let tho&s;e life-speaking lipps command</L>
<L>That I inheritt thy right hand.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="17">
<HEAD>XVII.</HEAD>
<L>O hear a &s;uppliant heart; all crush't</L>
<L>And crumbled into contrite du&s;t.</L>
<L>My hope, my fear! my Iudge, my Friend!</L>
<L>Take charge of me, &amp; of my END.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="hymn">
<PB REF="44">
<HEAD><FIGURE>
<P>S. MARIA MAIOR.
Dilecius meus mihi et ego illi&punc;
qui pa&s;citur inter lilia. <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 span">.</P>
</FIGURE>
THE
HIMN
O GLORIOSA DOMINA.</HEAD>
<L>HAil, mo&s;t high, mo&s;t humble one!</L>
<L>Aboue the world; below thy SON</L>
<L>Who&s;e blush the moon beauteou&s;ly marres</L>
<L>And &s;taines the timerous light of &s;tares.</L>
<L>He that made all things, had not done</L>
<L>Till he had made Him&s;elf thy &s;on</L>
<L>The whole world's ho&s;t would be thy gue&s;t</L>
<L>And board him&s;elf at thy rich BREST.</L>
<L><PB N="80" REF="45">
O boundles Ho&s;pitality!</L>
<L>The FEAST of all thing feeds on the.</L>
<L>The fir&s;t Eue, mother of our FALL,</L>
<L>E're she bore any one, &s;lew all.</L>
<L>Of Her vnkind gift might we haue</L>
<L>The inheritance of a ha&s;ty GRAVE;</L>
<L>Quick burye'd in the wanton TOMB</L>
<L>Of one forbidden bitt;</L>
<L>Had not &agrave; Better FRVIT forbidden it.</L>
<L>Had not thy healthfull womb</L>
<L>The world's new ea&s;tern window bin</L>
<L>And giuen vs heau'n again, in giuing HIM.</L>
<L>Thine was the Ro&s;y DAWN that sprung the Day</L>
<L>Which renders all the &s;tarres she &s;tole away.</L>
<L>Let then the Aged world be wi&s;e, &amp; all</L>
<L>Proue nobly, here, vnnaturall.</L>
<L>'Tis gratitude to forgett that other</L>
<L>And call the maiden Eue their morher.</L>
<L>Yee redeem'd Nations farr &amp; near,</L>
<L>Applaud your happy &s;elues in her,</L>
<L>(All you to whom this loue belongs)</L>
<L>And keep't aliue with la&s;ting &s;ongs.</L>
<L>Let hearts &amp; lippes &s;peak lowd; and &s;ay</L>
<L>Hail, door of life: &amp; &s;our&s;e of day!</L>
<L>The door was shutt, the fountain &s;eal'd;</L>
<L>Yet LIGHT was &s;een &amp; LIFE reueald.</L>
<L>The fountain &s;eald, yet life found way.</L>
<L>Glory to thee, great virgin's &s;on</L>
<L>In bo&s;om of thy FATHER's bli&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>The &s;ame to thee, &s;weet SPIRIT be done;</L>
<L>As euer shall be, was, &amp; is.</L>
<CLOSER>AMEN.</CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="hymn">
<PB N="81" REF="45">
<HEAD>IN THE
GLORIOVS
ASSVMPTION
OF
OVR BLESSED
LADY. THE HYMN.</HEAD>
<L>HArk! she is call'd, the parting houre is come</L>
<L>Take thy Farewell, poor world! heaun
mu&s;t goe home.</L>
<L>A peice of heau'nly earth; Purer &amp; brighter</L>
<L>Then the cha&s;t &s;tarres, who&s;e choi&s;e lamps come to
light her</L>
<L>While through the cry&s;tall orbes, clearer then they</L>
<L>She climbes; and makes afarre more milkey way.</L>
<L>She's calld. Hark, how the dear immortall doue</L>
<L>Sighes to his &s;yluer mate ri&s;e vp, my loue!</L>
<L>Ri&s;e vp, my fair, my spottle&s;&s;e one!</L>
<L>The winter's pa&s;t, the rain is gone.</L>
<L><PB N="82" REF="46">
The &s;pring is come, the flowrs appear</L>
<L>No &s;weets, but thou, are wanting here.</L>
<L>Come away, my loue!</L>
<L>Come away, my doue! ca&s;t off delay,</L>
<L>The court of heau'n is come</L>
<L>To wait vpon thee home; Come co|me
away!</L>
<L>The flowrs appear.</L>
<L>Or quickly would, wert thou once here</L>
<L>The &s;pring is come, or if it &s;tay,</L>
<L>'Tis to keep time with thy delay.</L>
<L>The rain is gone, except &s;o much as we</L>
<L>Detain in needfull teares to weep the want of thee.</L>
<L>The winter's pa&s;t.</L>
<L>or if he make le&s;&s;e ha&s;t,</L>
<L>His an&s;wer is, why she does &s;o.</L>
<L>If &s;ommer come not, how can winter goe.</L>
<L>Come away, come away.</L>
<L>The shrill winds chide, the waters weep thy &s;tay;</L>
<L>The fountains murmur; &amp; each lofty e&s;t three.</L>
<L>Bowes low'&s;t his heauy top, to look for thee.</L>
<L>Come away, my loue.</L>
<L>Come away, my doue &amp;c.</L>
<L>She's call'd again. And will she goe?</L>
<L>When heaun bidds come, who can &s;ay no?</L>
<L>Heaun calls her, &amp; she mu&s;t away.</L>
<L>Heaun will not, &amp; she cannot &s;tay.</L>
<L>GOE then; goe GLORIOVS.</L>
<L>On the golden wings</L>
<L>Of the bright youth of heaun, that &s;ings</L>
<L>Vnder &s;o &s;weet a Burthen. Goe,</L>
<L>Since thy dread &s;on will haue it &s;o.</L>
<L><PB N="83" REF="46">
And while thou goe&s;t, our &s;ong &amp; we</L>
<L>Will, as we may, reach after thee.</L>
<L>HAIL, holy Queen of humble hearts!</L>
<L>We in thy pray&s;e will haue our parts.</L>
<L>Thy pretious name shall be.</L>
<L>Thy &s;elf to vs; &amp; we</L>
<L>With holy care will keep it by vs.</L>
<L>We to the la&s;t</L>
<L>Will hold it fa&s;t</L>
<L>And no ASSVMPTION shall deny vs.</L>
<L>All the &s;weete&s;t showres</L>
<L>Of our faire&s;t flowres</L>
<L>Will we &s;trow vpon it.</L>
<L>Though our &s;weets cannot make</L>
<L>It &s;weeter, they can take</L>
<L>Them&s;elues new &s;weetnes from it.</L>
<L>MARIA, men &amp; Angels &s;ing</L>
<L>MARIA, mother of our KING.</L>
<L>LIVE, ro&s;y prince&s;&s;e, LIVE. And may the bright</L>
<L>Crown of a mo&s;t incomparable light</L>
<L>Embrace thy radiant browes. O may the be&s;t</L>
<L>Of euerla&s;ting ioyes bath thy white bre&s;t.</L>
<L>LIVE, our cha&s;t loue, the holy mirth</L>
<L>Of heaun; the humble pride of earth.</L>
<L>Liue, ctown of woemen; Queen of men.</L>
<L>Liue mi&s;tre&s;&s;e of our &s;ong. And when</L>
<L>Our weak de&s;ires haue done their bre&s;t,</L>
<L>Sweet Angels come, and &s;ing the re&s;t.</L>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="47">
<HEAD>SANITE
MARY
MAGDALENE
OR
THE WEEPER.</HEAD>
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><L>Loe where &agrave; WOVNDED HEART with Bleeding EYES con&s;pire.</L>
<L>Is she a FLAMING Fountain, or a Weeping fire!</L></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<HEAD><PB REF="47"><FIGURE>
</FIGURE>
THE
WEEPER.</HEAD>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>HAil, &s;i&s;ter &s;prings!</L>
<L>Parents of &s;yluer-footed rills!</L>
<L>Euer bubling things!</L>
<L>Thawing cry&s;tall! &s;nowy hills,</L>
<L>Still spending, neuer &s;pent! I mean</L>
<L>Thy fair eyes, &s;weet MAGDALENE!</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>Heauens thy fair eyes be;</L>
<L><PB N="86" REF="48">
Heauens of euer-falling &s;tarres.</L>
<L>'Tis &s;eed-time &s;till with thee</L>
<L>And &s;tarres thou &s;ow'&s;t, who&s;e harue&s;t dares</L>
<L>Promi&s;e the earth to counter shine</L>
<L>Whateuer makes heaun's forhead fine.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>But we'are deceiued all.</L>
<L>Starres indeed they are too true;</L>
<L>For they but &s;eem to fall,</L>
<L>As Heaun's other spangles doe.</L>
<L>It is not for our earth &amp; vs</L>
<L>To shine in Things &s;o pretious.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>Vpwards thou do&s;t weep.</L>
<L>Heaun's bo&s;ome drinks the gentle &s;tream.</L>
<L>Where th'milky riuers creep,</L>
<L>Thine floates aboue; &amp; is the cream.</L>
<L>Waters aboue th'Heauns, what they be</L>
<L>We'are taught be&s;t by thy TEARES &amp; thee.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>V.</HEAD>
<L>Euery morn from hence</L>
<L>A brisk Cherub &s;omthing &s;ippes</L>
<L>Who&s;e &s;acred influence</L>
<L>Addes &s;weetnes to his &s;weete&s;t Lippes.</L>
<L>Then to his mu&s;ick. And his &s;ong</L>
<L>Ta&s;ts of this Breakfa&s;t all day long.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<HEAD>VI.</HEAD>
<L>Not in the euening's eyes</L>
<L>When they Red with weeping are</L>
<L>For the Sun that dyes,</L>
<L>Sitts &s;orrow with a face &s;o fair,</L>
<L>No where but here did euer meet</L>
<L><PB N="87" REF="48">
Sweetne&s;&s;e &s;o &s;ad, &s;adne&s;&s;e &s;o &s;weet.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="7">
<HEAD>VII.</HEAD>
<L>When &s;orrow would be &s;een</L>
<L>In her brighte&s;t maje&s;ty</L>
<L>(For she is a Queen)</L>
<L>Then is she dre&s;t by none but thee.</L>
<L>Then, &amp; only then, she weares</L>
<L>Her proude&s;t pearles; I mean, thy TEARES.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="8">
<HEAD>VIII.</HEAD>
<L>The deaw no more will weep</L>
<L>The prim ro&s;e's pale cheek to deck,</L>
<L>The deaw no more will &s;leep</L>
<L>Nuzzel'd in the lilly's neck;</L>
<L>Much reather would it be thy TEAR.</L>
<L>And leaue them Both to tremble here.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="9">
<HEAD>IX.</HEAD>
<L>There's no need at all</L>
<L>That the bal&s;om-&s;weating bough</L>
<L>So coyly should let fall</L>
<L>His med'cinable teares; for now</L>
<L>Nature hath learn't tos'extract a deaw</L>
<L>More &s;oueraign &amp; &s;weet from you.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="10">
<HEAD>X.</HEAD>
<L>Yet let the poore drops weep</L>
<L>(weeping is the ea&s;e of woe)</L>
<L>Softly let them creep,</L>
<L>Sad that they, are vanquish't &s;o.</L>
<L>They, though to others no releife,</L>
<L>bal&s;om maybe, for their own greife.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="11">
<HEAD>XI.</HEAD>
<L>Such the maiden gemme</L>
<L>By the purpling vine put on,</L>
<L><PB N="88" REF="49">
Peeps from her parent &s;temme</L>
<L>And blushes at the bridegroomes &s;un.</L>
<L>This watry Blo&s;&s;om of thy eyn,</L>
<L>Ripe, will make the richer wine.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="12">
<HEAD>XII.</HEAD>
<L>When &s;ome new bright Gue&s;t</L>
<L>Takes vp among the &s;tarres a room,</L>
<L>And Heaun will make a fea&s;t,</L>
<L>Angels with cry&s;tall violls come</L>
<L>And deaw from the&s;e full eyes of thine</L>
<L>Their ma&s;ter's Water: their own Wine.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="13">
<HEAD>XIII.</HEAD>
<L>Golden though he be,</L>
<L>Golden Tagus murmures tho;</L>
<L>Were his way by thee,</L>
<L>Content &amp; quiet he would goe.</L>
<L>So much more rich would he e&s;teem</L>
<L>Thy &s;yluer, then his golden &s;tream.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="14">
<HEAD>XIV.</HEAD>
<L>Well does the May that lyes</L>
<L>Smiling in thy cheeks, confe&s;&s;e</L>
<L>The April in thine eyes.</L>
<L>Mutuall &s;weetne&s;&s;e they expre&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>No April ere lent kinder showres,</L>
<L>Nor May return'd more faithfull flowres.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="15">
<HEAD>XV.</HEAD>
<L>O ckeeks! Bedds of cha&s;t loues</L>
<L>By your own showres &s;ea&s;onably dash't</L>
<L>Eyes! ne&s;ts of milky doues.</L>
<L>In your own wells decently washt,</L>
<L>O wit of loue! that thus could place</L>
<L>Fountain &amp; Garden in one face.</L>
<L><PB N="89" REF="49">
O &s;weet Conte&s;t; of woes.</L>
<L>With loues, of teares with &s;miles di&s;puting!</L>
<L>O fair, &amp; Freindly Foes,</L>
<L>Each other ki&s;&s;ing &amp; confuting!</L>
<L>While rain &amp; &s;unshine, Cheekes &amp; Eyes</L>
<L>Clo&s;e in kind contrarietyes.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="16">
<HEAD>XVII.</HEAD>
<L>But can the&s;e fair Flouds be</L>
<L>Freinds with the bo&s;om fires that fill you!</L>
<L>Can &s;o great flames agree</L>
<L>Aeternall Teares should thus di&s;till thee!</L>
<L>O flouds, o fires! o &s;uns &ocirc; showres!</L>
<L>Mixt &amp; made freinds by loue's &s;weet powres.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="17">
<HEAD>XVIII.</HEAD>
<L>Twas his well-pointed dart</L>
<L>That digg'd the&s;e wells, &amp; dre&s;t this wine;</L>
<L>And taught the wounded HEART</L>
<L>The way into the&s;e weeping Eyn.</L>
<L>Vain loues auant! bold hands forbear!</L>
<L>The lamb hath dipp't his white foot here.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="18">
<HEAD>XIX.</HEAD>
<L>And now where're he &s;trayes,</L>
<L>Among the Galilean mountaines,</L>
<L>Or more vnwellcome wayes,</L>
<L>He's follow'd by two faithfull fountaines;</L>
<L>Two walking baths; two weeping motions;</L>
<L>Portable, &amp; compendious oceans.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="19">
<HEAD>XX.</HEAD>
<L>O Thou, thy lord's fair &s;tore!</L>
<L>In thy &s;o rich &amp; rare expen&s;es,</L>
<L>Euen when he show'd mo&s;t poor,</L>
<L>He might prouoke the wealth of Princes.</L>
<L><PB N="90" REF="50">
What Prince's wanton'&s;t pride e're could</L>
<L>Wash with Syluer, wipe with Gold.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="20">
<HEAD>XXI.</HEAD>
<L>Who is that King, but he</L>
<L>Who calls't his Crown to be call'd thine,</L>
<L>That thus can boa&s;t to be</L>
<L>Waited on by a wandring mine,</L>
<L>A voluntary mint, that &s;trowes</L>
<L>Warm &s;yluer shoures where're he goes!</L>
</LG>
<LG N="21">
<HEAD>XXII.</HEAD>
<L>O pretious Prodigall!</L>
<L>Fair &s;pend-thrift of thy self! thy mea<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">ure</L>
<L>(mercile&s;&s;e loue!) is all.</L>
<L>Euen to the la&s;t Pearle in thy threa&s;ure.</L>
<L>All places, Times, &amp; obiects be</L>
<L>Thy teare's &s;weet opportunity</L>
</LG>
<LG N="22">
<HEAD>XXIII.</HEAD>
<L>Does the day-&s;tarre ri&s;e?</L>
<L>Still thy &s;tarres doe fall &amp; fall</L>
<L>Does day clo&s;e his eyes?</L>
<L>Still the FOVNTAIN weeps for all.</L>
<L>Let night or day doe what they will,</L>
<L>Thou ha&s;t thy task&punc; thou weepe&s;t &s;till.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="23">
<HEAD>XXIV.</HEAD>
<L>Does thy &s;ong lull the air?</L>
<L>Thy falling teares keep faith full time.</L>
<L>Does thy &s;weet-breath'd paire</L>
<L>Vp in clouds of incen&s;e climb?</L>
<L>Still at each &s;igh, that is, each &s;top,</L>
<L>A bead, that is, A TEAR, does drop,</L>
</LG>
<LG N="24">
<HEAD>XXV.</HEAD>
<L>At the&s;e thy weeping gates,</L>
<L><PB N="91" REF="50">
(Watching their watry motion)</L>
<L>Each winged moment waits.</L>
<L>Takes his TEAR, &amp; gets him gone.</L>
<L>By thine Ey's tinct enobled thus</L>
<L>Time layes him vp; he's pretious.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="25">
<HEAD>XXVI.</HEAD>
<L>Not, &s;o long she liued,</L>
<L>Shall thy tomb report of thee;</L>
<L>But, &s;o long she greiued,</L>
<L>Thus mu&s;t we date thy memory.</L>
<L>Others by moments, months, &amp; yeares.</L>
<L>Mea&s;ure their ages; thou, by TEARES.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="26">
<HEAD>XXVIII.</HEAD>
<L>So doe perfumes expire.</L>
<L>So &s;igh tormented &s;weets, oppre&s;t</L>
<L>With proud vnpittying fires.</L>
<L>Such Teares the &s;uffring Ro&s;e that's vext</L>
<L>With vngentle flames does shed,</L>
<L>Sweating in a too warm bed.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="27">
<HEAD>XXVIII.</HEAD>
<L>Say, the bright brothers,</L>
<L>The fugitiue &s;ons of tho&s;e fair Eyes</L>
<L>Your fruitfull mothers!</L>
<L>What make you here? what hopes can tice</L>
<L>You to be born? what cau&s;e can borrow</L>
<L>You from Tho&s;e ne&s;ts of noble &s;orrow?</L>
</LG>
<LG N="28">
<HEAD>XXIX.</HEAD>
<L>Whither away &s;o <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="2 letters">&s;t?</L>
<L>For &s;ure the &s;ordid <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="3 letters">th</L>
<L>Your Sweetnes cannot ta<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="3 letters"></L>
<L>Nor does the du&s;t de&s;erue their birth,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 word"> whither ha&s;t you then? o &s;ay</L>
<L><PB N="92" REF="51">
Why you trip &s;o fa&s;t away?</L>
</LG>
<LG N="30">
<HEAD>XXX.</HEAD>
<L>We goe not to &s;eek,</L>
<L>The darlings of Auroras bed&punc;</L>
<L>The ro&s;e's mode&s;t Cheek</L>
<L>Nor the violet's humble head.</L>
<L>Though the Feild's eyes too WEEPERS be</L>
<L>Becau&s;e they want &s;uch TEARES as we.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="31">
<HEAD>XXXI.</HEAD>
<L>Much le&s;&s;e mean we to trace</L>
<L>The Fortune of inferior gemmes,</L>
<L>Preferr'd to &s;ome proud face</L>
<L>Or pertch't vpon fear'd Diadems.</L>
<L>Crown'd Heads are toyes. We goe to meet</L>
<L>A worthy object, our lord's FEET.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="hymn">
<PB REF="51">
<HEAD>A HYMN
TO
THE NAME AND HONOR
OF
THE ADMIRABLE
SANITE
TERESA,
FOVNDRESSE
of the Reformation of the Di&s;calced
CARMELITES, both
men &amp; Women;
A
WOMAN
for Angelicall heigth of &s;peculation, for
Ma&s;culine courage of performance,
more then a woman. WHO
Yet a child, out ran maturity, and
dur&s;t plott a Martyrdome;</HEAD>
<HEAD><PB REF="52">
<FIGURE>
<P>Le Vray portraict de S.^t^e Tere&s;e Fondatrice
des Religieu&s;es&punc; &amp; Religieux refermez de
l'ordre de N. Dame du mont Carmel. Decedee
le 4^<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter"> Octo. 158<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">. Canoni&s;ee le 12^<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">. Mars, 1622.</P>
<BYLINE><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 span"> excudit</BYLINE>
</FIGURE></HEAD>
<HEAD><PB N="95" REF="52">THE
HYMNE.</HEAD>
<L>LOue, thou art Ab&s;olute &s;ole lord</L>
<L>OF LIFE &amp; DEATH. To proue the word.</L>
<L>Wee'l now appeal to none of all</L>
<L>Tho&s;e thy old Souldiers, Great &amp; tall,</L>
<L>Ripe Men of Martyrdom, that could reach down</L>
<L>With &s;trong armes, their triumphant crown;</L>
<L>Such as could with lu&s;ty breath</L>
<L>Speak lowd into the face of death</L>
<L>Their Great LORD's glorious name, to none</L>
<L>Of tho&s;e who&s;e spatious Bo&s;omes spread a throne</L>
<L>For LOVE at larg to fill, &s;pare blood &amp; &s;weat;</L>
<L>And &s;ee him take a priuate &s;eat,</L>
<L>Making his man&s;ion in the mild</L>
<L>And milky &s;oul of a &s;oft child</L>
<L>Scar&s;e has she learn't to lisp the name</L>
<L>Of Martyr; yet she thinks it shame</L>
<L>Life should &s;o long play with that breath</L>
<L>Which spent can buy &s;o braue a death.</L>
<L>She neuer vndertook to know</L>
<L>What death with loue should haue to doe;</L>
<L>Nor has she e're yet vnderstood</L>
<L>Why to show loue, she should shed blood</L>
<L><PB N="96" REF="53">
Yet though she cannot tell you why,</L>
<L>She can LOVE, &amp; she can DY.</L>
<L>Scar&s;e has she Blood enough to make</L>
<L>Aguilty &s;word blush for her &s;ake;</L>
<L>Yet has she'a HEART dares hope to proue</L>
<L>How much le&s;&s;e &s;trong is DEATH then LOVE.</L>
<L>Be loue but there; let poor &s;ix yeares</L>
<L>Be pos'd with the mature&s;t Feares</L>
<L>Man trembles at, you &s;taight shall find</L>
<L>LOVE knowes no nonage, nor the MIND.</L>
<L>'Tis LOVE, not YEARES or LIMBS that can</L>
<L>Make the Martyr, or the man.</L>
<L>LOVE touch't her HEART, &amp; lo it beates</L>
<L>High, &amp; burnes with &s;uch braue heates;</L>
<L>Such thir&s;ts to dy, as dares drink vp,</L>
<L>A thou&s;and cold deaths in one cup.</L>
<L>Good rea&s;on. For she breathes All fire.</L>
<L>Her what bre&s;t heaues with &s;trong de&s;ire</L>
<L>Of what she may with fruitles wishes</L>
<L>Seek for among&s;t her MOTHER's hi&s;les.</L>
<L>Since 'tis not to be had at home</L>
<L>She'l trauail to &agrave; Maryrdom.</L>
<L>No home for hers confe&s;&s;es she</L>
<L>But where she may &agrave; Martyr be.</L>
<L>Sh'el to the Moores; And trade with them,</L>
<L>For this vnualued Diad<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">m.</L>
<L>She'l offer them her deare&s;t Breath,</L>
<L>With CHRIST's Name in't, in change for death.</L>
<L>Sh'el bargain with them; &amp; will giue</L>
<L>Them GOD; teach them how to liue</L>
<L>In him: or, if they this deny,</L>
<L>For him she'l teach them how to DY.</L>
<L><PB N="97" REF="53">
So shall she leaue among&s;t them &s;own</L>
<L>Her LORD's Blood; or at le&s;t her own.</L>
<L>FAREWEL then, all the world! Adieu.</L>
<L>TERESA is no more for you.</L>
<L>Farewell, all plea&s;ures, &s;ports, &amp; ioyes,</L>
<L>(Neuer till now e&s;teemed toyes)</L>
<L>MOTHER's armes or FATHER's knee</L>
<L>Farewell hou&s;e, &amp; farewell home!</L>
<L>SHE's for the Moores, &amp; MARTYRDOM.</L>
<L>SWEET, not &s;o fa&s;t! lo thy fair Spou&s;e</L>
<L>Whom thou &s;eek&s;t with &s;o &s;wift vowes,</L>
<L>Calls thee back, &amp; bidds thee come</L>
<L>T'embrace a milder MARTYRDOM</L>
<L>Ble&s;t powres forbid, Thy tender life</L>
<L>Should bleed vpon a barborous knife;</L>
<L>Or &s;ome ba&s;e hand haue power to race</L>
<L>Thy Bre&s;t's cha&s;t cabmet, &amp; vnca&s;e</L>
<L>A &s;oul kept there &s;o &s;weet, &ocirc; no;</L>
<L>Wi&s;e heaun will neuer haue it &s;o</L>
<L>THOV art love's victime; &amp; mu&s;t dy</L>
<L>A death more my&s;ticall &amp; high.</L>
<L>Into loue's armes thou shalt let fall</L>
<L>A &s;till-&s;uruiuing funerall.</L>
<L>His is the DART mu&s;t make the DEATH</L>
<L>Who&s;e &s;troke shall ta&s;t thy hallow'd breath;</L>
<L>A Dart thrice dip't in that rich flame</L>
<L>Which writes thy &s;pou&s;e's radiant Name</L>
<L>Vpon the roof of Heau'n; where ay</L>
<L>It shines, &amp; with a &s;oueraign ray</L>
<L>Beates bright vpon the burning faces</L>
<L>Of &s;oules which in that name's &s;weet graces</L>
<L>Find euerla&s;ting &s;miles. So rare,</L>
<L><PB N="98" REF="54">
So &s;pirituall, pure, &amp; fair</L>
<L>Mu&s;t be th' immortall in&s;trument</L>
<L>Vpon who&s;e choice point shall be &s;ent</L>
<L>A life &s;o lou'd; And that there be</L>
<L>Fitt executioners for Thee.</L>
<L>The fair'&s;t &amp; fir&s;t-born &s;ons of fire</L>
<L>Ble&s;t SERAPHIM, shall leaue their quire</L>
<L>And turn loue's &s;ouldiers, vpon THEE</L>
<L>To exerci&s;e their archerie.</L>
<L>O how oft shalt thou complain</L>
<L>Of a &s;weet &amp; &s;ubtle PAIN.</L>
<L>Of intolerable IOYES;</L>
<L>Of a DEATH, in which who dyes</L>
<L>Loues his death, and dyes ag<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">in.</L>
<L>And would for euer &s;o be slain.</L>
<L>And liues, &amp; dyes; and knowes not why</L>
<L>To liue, But that he thus may neuer leaue to DY.</L>
<L>How kindly will thy gentle HEART</L>
<L>Ki&s;&s;e the &s;weettly-killing DART!</L>
<L>And clo&s;e in his embraces keep</L>
<L>Tho&s;e delicious Wounds, that weep</L>
<L>Bal&s;om to heal them&s;elues w<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">th thus</L>
<L>When The&s;e thy DEATHS, &s;o numerous,</L>
<L>Shall all at l<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;t dy into one,</L>
<L>And melt thy Soul's &s;weet man&s;ion;</L>
<L>Like a &s;oft lump of incen&s;e, ha&s;ted</L>
<L>By too hott a fire, &amp; wa&s;ted</L>
<L>Into perfuming clouds, &s;o fa&s;t</L>
<L>Shalt thou exhale to Heaun at la&s;t</L>
<L>In a re&s;oluing SIGH, and then</L>
<L>O what? Ask not the Tongues of men.</L>
<L>Angells cannot tell, &s;uffice,</L>
<L><PB N="99" REF="54">
Thy &s;elfe shall feel thine own full ioyes</L>
<L>And hold them fa&s;t for euer there</L>
<L>So &s;oon as you fir&s;t appear,</L>
<L>The MOON of maiden &s;tarrs, thy white</L>
<L>MISTRESSE, attended by &s;uch bright</L>
<L>Soules as thy shining &s;elf, shall come</L>
<L>And in her fir&s;t rankes make thee room;</L>
<L>Where 'mong&s;t her &s;nowy family</L>
<L>Immortall well comes wait for thee.</L>
<L>O what delight, when reueal'd LIEF shall &s;tand</L>
<L>And teach thy lipps heau'n with his hand;</L>
<L>On which thou now mai&s;t to thy wishes</L>
<L>Heap vp thy con&s;ecrated ki&s;&s;es.</L>
<L>What ioyes shall &s;eize thy &s;oul, when she</L>
<L>Bending her ble&s;&s;ed eyes on thee</L>
<L>(Tho&s;e &s;econd Smiles of Heau'n) shall dart</L>
<L>Her mild rayes through thy melting heart!</L>
<L>Angels, thy old freinds, there shall greet thee</L>
<L>Glad at their own home now to meet thee.</L>
<L>All thy good WORKES which went before</L>
<L>And waited for thee, at the door,</L>
<L>Shall own thee there; and all in one</L>
<L>We<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">ue a con&s;tellation</L>
<L>Of CROWNS, with which the KING thy &s;pou&s;e</L>
<L>Shall build vp thy triumphant browes.</L>
<L>All thy old woes shall now &s;mile on thee</L>
<L>And thy paines &s;i<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">t bright vpon thee</L>
<L>All thy SVFFRINGS be diuine.</L>
<L>TEARES shall take comfort, &amp; turn gemms</L>
<L>And WRONGS repent to Di<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">demms.</L>
<L>Eu'n thy DEATH shall liue; &amp; new</L>
<L>Dre&s;&s;e the &s;oul that er&s;t they &s;lew.</L>
<L><PB N="100" REF="55">
Thy wounds shall blush to &s;uch bright &s;carres</L>
<L>As keep account of the LAMB's warres.</L>
<L>Tho&s;e rare WORKES where thou shalt leaue writt&punc;</L>
<L>Loue's noble hi&s;tory, with witt</L>
<L>Taught thee by none but him, while here</L>
<L>They feed our &s;oules, shall cloth THINE there.</L>
<L>Each heaunly word by who&s;e hid flame</L>
<L>Our hard Hearts sh<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">ll &s;trike fire, the &s;ame</L>
<L>Shall flourish on thy browes&punc; &amp; be</L>
<L>Both fire to vs &amp; flame to thee;</L>
<L>Who&s;e light shall liue bright in thy FACE</L>
<L>By glory, in our hearts by grace.</L>
<L>Thou shalt look round about, &amp; &s;ee</L>
<L>Thou&s;ands of crown'd Soules throng to be</L>
<L>Them&s;elues thy crown. Sons of thy vowes</L>
<L>The virgin-births with which thy &s;oueraign &s;pou&s;e</L>
<L>Made fruitfull thy fair &s;oul, goe now</L>
<L>And with them all about thee bow</L>
<L>To Him, put on (hee'l &s;ay) put on</L>
<L>(My ro&s;y loue) That thy rich zone</L>
<L>Sparkling with the &s;acred flames</L>
<L>Of thou&s;and &s;oules, who&s;e happy names</L>
<L>Heau'n keep vpon thy &s;core. (Thy bright</L>
<L>Life brought them fir&s;t to ki&s;&s;e the light</L>
<L>That kindled them to &s;tarrs.) and &s;o</L>
<L>Thou with the LAMB, thy lord, shalt goe;</L>
<L>And where&s;o'ere he &s;etts his white</L>
<L>Stepps, walk with HIM tho&s;e wayes of light</L>
<L>Which who in death would liue to &s;ee,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t learn in life to dy like thee.</L>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="101" REF="55">
<HEAD>AN
APOLOGIE. FOR
THE FORE-GOING HYMEN
as hauing been writt when the au|thor
was yet among the
prote&s;tantes.</HEAD>
<L>THus haue I back again to thy bright name</L>
<L>(Fair floud of holy fires!) trans fus'd
the flame</L>
<L>I took from reading thee, tis to thy wrong</L>
<L>I know, that in my weak &amp; worthle&s;&s;e &s;ong</L>
<L>Thou here art &s;ett to shine where thy full day</L>
<L>Scar&s;e dawnes. O pardon if I dare to &s;ay</L>
<L>Thine own dear bookes are guilty. For from thence</L>
<L>I learn't to know that loue is eloquence.</L>
<L>That hopefull maxime gaue me hart to try</L>
<L>If, what to other tongues is tun'd &s;o high,</L>
<L>Thy prai&s;e might not &s;peak English too; forbid</L>
<L>(By all thy my&s;teryes that here ly hidde)</L>
<L>Forbid it, mighty Loue! let no fond Hate</L>
<L>Of names &amp; wordes, &s;o farr praeiudicate.</L>
<L><PB N="102" REF="56">
Souls are not SPANIARDS too, one freindly floud</L>
<L>Of BAPTISM blends them all into a blood.</L>
<L>CHRIST's faith makes but one body of all &s;oules</L>
<L>And loue's that body's &s;oul, no law controwlls</L>
<L>Our free traffique for heau'n we may maintaine</L>
<L>Peace, &s;ure, with piety, though it come from SPAIN.</L>
<L>What &s;oul &s;o e're, in any language, can</L>
<L>Speak heau'n like her's is my &s;ouls country-man.</L>
<L>O'tis not &s;panish, but'tis heau'n she &s;peaks!</L>
<L>'Tis heau'n that lyes in ambush there, &amp; bre<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">ks</L>
<L>From thence into the wondring reader's bre&s;t;</L>
<L>Who feels his warm HEART into a ne&s;t</L>
<L>Of little EAGLES &amp; young loues, who&s;e high</L>
<L>Fli<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">hts &s;corn the lazy du&s;t, &amp; things that dy.</L>
<L>There are now who&s;e draughts (as deep as hell)</L>
<L>drink vp<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">l SPAIN in &s;ack. Let my &s;oul &s;well</L>
<L>With thee, &s;trong wine of loue! let others &s;wimme</L>
<L>In puddles; w<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter"> w<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">ll pledge this SERAPHIM</L>
<L>B<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">wles full of richer blood then blush of grape</L>
<L>W<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">s euer guilty of, Change we too 'our shape</L>
<L>(My &s;oul,) Some drink from men to bea&s;ts, o then</L>
<L>Drink we till we proue more, nor le&s;&s;e, then men,</L>
<L>'And turn not bea&s;ts, but Angels. Let the king</L>
<L>Me euer into the&s;e his cellars bring</L>
<L>Where flowes &s;uch wine as we can haue of none</L>
<L>But HIM who trod <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">he wine pre&s;&s;e all alone</L>
<L>Wine of youth, life, &amp; the &s;weet Deaths of loue;</L>
<L>W<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">ne of immortall mixture; which can proue</L>
<L>I<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">'<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter"> Tincture from the ro&s;y nectar; wine</L>
<L>That can ex<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">l weak EARTH; &amp; &s;o refine</L>
<L>O<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">r du&s;t that at one draught, mortality</L>
<L>May drink it &s;elf vp, and forget to dy.</L>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="103" REF="56">
<HEAD>THE
FLAMING HEART
VPON THE BOOK AND
Picture of the &s;eraphicall &s;aint,
TERESA,
(AS SHE IS VSVALLY EX|pre&s;&s;ed
with a SERAPHIM
bi&s;ide her.)</HEAD>
<L>WEll meaning readers! you that come as
freinds</L>
<L>And catch the pretious name this
peice pretends;</L>
<L>Make not too much ha&s;t to'admire</L>
<L>That fair-cheek't fallacy of fire.</L>
<L>That is a SERAPHIM, they &s;ay</L>
<L>And this the great TERESIA.</L>
<L>Readers, be rul'd by me; &amp; make</L>
<L>Here a well-plac't &amp; wi&s;e mi&s;take</L>
<L>You mu&s;t tran&s;po&s;e the picture quite,</L>
<L>And spell it wrong to read it right;</L>
<L><PB N="104" REF="57">
Read HIM for her, &amp; her for him;</L>
<L>And call the SAINT the SERAPHIM.</L>
<L>Pa<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">nter, what did&s;t thou vnder&s;tand</L>
<L>To put her dart into his hand!</L>
<L>See, euen the yeares &amp; &s;ize of him</L>
<L>Sh<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">wes this the mother SERAPHIM.</L>
<L>This is the mi&s;tre&s;&s;e flame; &amp; duteous he</L>
<L>Her happy fire-works, here, comes down to &s;ee</L>
<L>O mo&s;t poor-&s;pirited of men!</L>
<L>Had thy cold Pencil ki&s;t her PEN</L>
<L>Thou could&s;t not &s;o vnkindly err</L>
<L>To show vs This faint shade for HER</L>
<L>Why man, this &s;peakes pure mortall frame;</L>
<L>And mockes with female FROST loue's manly flame.</L>
<L>One would &s;u&s;pect thou meant'&s;t to print</L>
<L>Some weak, inferiour, woman &s;aint.</L>
<L>But had thy pale-fac't purple took</L>
<L>Fire from the burning checks of that bright Booke</L>
<L>Thou would&s;t on her haue heap't vp all</L>
<L>That could be found SERAPHICALL;</L>
<L>What e're this youth of fire weares fair,</L>
<L>Ro&s;y fingers, radiant hair,</L>
<L>Glowing cheek, &amp; gli&s;tering wings,</L>
<L>All tho&s;e fair &amp; flagrant things,</L>
<L>But before all, that fiery DART</L>
<L>Had fill'd the Hand of this great HEART.</L>
<L>Doe then as equall right requires,</L>
<L>Since HIS the blushes be, &amp; her's the fires,</L>
<L>Re&s;ume &amp; rectify thy rude de&s;ign;</L>
<L>Vndre&s;&s;e thy Seraphim into MINE.</L>
<L>Redeem this iniury of thy art;</L>
<L>Giue HIM the vail, giue her the dart.</L>
<L><PB N="105" REF="57">
Giue Him the vail; that he may couer</L>
<L>The Red cheeks of a riuall'd louer.</L>
<L>Asham'd that our world, now, can show</L>
<L>Ne&s;ts of new Seraphims here below.</L>
<L>Giue her the DART for it is she</L>
<L>(Fair youth) shootes both thy shaft &amp; THEE</L>
<L>Say, all ye wi&s;e &amp; well-peire't hearts</L>
<L>That liue &amp; dy amid&s;t her darts,</L>
<L>What is't your ta&s;tfull &s;pirits doe proue</L>
<L>In that rare life of Her, and loue?</L>
<L>Say &amp; bear wittnes. Sends she not</L>
<L>A SERAPHIM at euery shott?</L>
<L>What magazins of immortall ARMES there
shine!</L>
<L>Heaun's great artillery in each loue-&s;pun line.</L>
<L>Giue then the dart to her who giues the flame;</L>
<L>Giue him the veil, who giues the shame.</L>
<L>But if it be the frequent fate</L>
<L>Of wor&s;t faults to be fortunate;</L>
<L>If all's prae&s;cription; &amp; proud wrong</L>
<L>Hearkens not to an humble &s;ong;</L>
<L>For all the gallantry of him,</L>
<L>Giue me the &s;uffting SERAPHIM.</L>
<L>His be the brauery of all tho&s;e Bright things,</L>
<L>The glowing cheekes, the gli&s;tering wings;</L>
<L>The Ro&s;y hand, the radiant DART;</L>
<L>Leaue HER alone THE FLAMING HEART.</L>
<L>Leaue her that; &amp; thou shalt leaue her</L>
<L>Not one loo&s;e shaft but loue's whole quiuer,</L>
<L>For in loue's feild was neuer found</L>
<L>A nobler weapon then a WOVND.</L>
<L>Loue's pa&s;&s;iues are his actiu'&s;t part.</L>
<L><PB N="106" REF="58">
The wounded is the wounding heart</L>
<L>O HEART! the aequall poi&s;e of lou'es both parts</L>
<L>Bigge alike with wound &amp; darts.</L>
<L>Liue in the&s;e conquering leaues; liue all the &s;ame;</L>
<L>And walk through all tongues one triumphant
FLAME</L>
<L>Liue here, great HEART; &amp; loue and dy &amp; kill;</L>
<L>And bleed &amp; wound; and yeild &amp; conquer &s;till.</L>
<L>Let this immortall life wherere it comes</L>
<L>Walk in a crowd of loues &amp; MARTYRDOMES.</L>
<L>Let my&s;tick DEATHS wait on't; &amp; wi&s;e &s;oules be</L>
<L>The loue-&s;lain wittne&s;&s;es of this life of thee.</L>
<L>O &s;weet incendiary! shew here thy art,</L>
<L>Vpon this carca&s;&s;e of a hard, cold, hart,</L>
<L>Let all thy &s;catter'd shafts of light, that play</L>
<L>Among the leaues of thy larg Books of day,</L>
<L>Combin'd again&s;t this BREST at once break in</L>
<L>And take away from me my &s;elf &amp; &s;in,</L>
<L>This gratious Robbery shall thy bounty be;</L>
<L>And my be&s;t fortunes &s;uch fair &s;poiles of me.</L>
<L>O thou vndanted daughter of de&s;ires!</L>
<L>By all thy dowr of LIGHTS &amp; FIRES;</L>
<L>By all the eagle in thee, all the doue;</L>
<L>By all thy liues &amp; deaths of loue;</L>
<L>By thy larg draughts of intellectuall day,</L>
<L>And by thy thri&s;ts of loue more large then they;</L>
<L>By all thy brim-fill'd Bowles of feirce de&s;ire</L>
<L>By thy la&s;t Morning's draught of liquid fire;</L>
<L>By the full kingdome of that finall ki&s;&s;e</L>
<L>That &s;eiz'd thy parting Soul, &amp; &s;eal'd thee his;</L>
<L>By all the heau'ns thou ha&s;t in him</L>
<L>(Fair &s;i&s;ter of the SERAPHIM!</L>
<L><PB N="107" REF="58">
By all of HIM we haue in THEE;</L>
<L>Leaue nothing of my SELF in me.</L>
<L>Let me &s;o read thy life, that I</L>
<L>Vnto all life of mine may dy.</L>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<HEAD>A SONG.</HEAD>
<L>LORD, when the &s;en&s;e of thy &s;weet geace</L>
<L>Sends vp my &s;oul to &s;eek thy face.</L>
<L>Thy ble&s;&s;ed eyes breed &s;uch de&s;ire,</L>
<L>I dy in loue's delicious Fire.</L>
<L>O loue, I am thy SACRIFICE.</L>
<L>Be &s;till triumphant, ble&s;&s;ed eyes.</L>
<L>Still shine on me, fair &s;uns! that I</L>
<L>Still may behold, though &s;till I dy.</L>
<L>Second part.</L>
<L>Though &s;till I dy, I liue again;</L>
<L>Still longing &s;o to be &s;till &s;lain,</L>
<L>So gainfull is &s;uch lo&s;&s;e of breach.</L>
<L>I dy euen in de&s;ire of death.</L>
<L>Still liue in me this louing &s;trife</L>
<L>Of liuing DEATH &amp; dying LIFE.</L>
<L>For while thou &s;weetly &s;laye&s;t me</L>
<L>Dead to my &s;elfe, I liue in Thee.</L>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="108" REF="59">
<HEAD>PRAYER. AN ODE, WHICH WAS
Praefixed to a little Pr&aacute;yer-book
giuin to a young. GENTLE-WOMAN.</HEAD>
<L>LO here a little volume, but great Book!</L>
<L>A ne&s;t of new-born &s;weets;</L>
<L>Who&s;e natiue fires di&s;daining</L>
<L>To ly thus folded, &amp; complaining</L>
<L>Of the&s;e ignoble sheets,</L>
<L>Affect more comly bands</L>
<L>(Fair one) from the kind hands</L>
<L>And confidently look</L>
<L>To find the re&s;t</L>
<L>Of a rich binding in your BREST.</L>
<L>It is, in one choi&s;e handfull, heauenn; &amp; all</L>
<L>Heaun's Royall ho&s;t; incamp't thus &s;mall</L>
<L>To proue that true &s;chooles v&s;e to tell,</L>
<L>Ten thou&s;and Angels in one point can dwell.</L>
<L>It is loue's great artillery</L>
<L>Which here contracts il &s;elf, &amp; comes to ly</L>
<L>Clo&s;e couch't in their white bo&s;om: &amp; from thence</L>
<L><PB N="109" REF="59">
As from a &s;nowy fortre&s;&s;e of defence,</L>
<L>Again&s;t their gho&s;tly foes to take their part,</L>
<L>And fortify the hold of their cha&s;t heart.</L>
<L>It is an armory of light</L>
<L>Let con&s;tant v&s;e but keep it bright,</L>
<L>You'l find it yeilds</L>
<L>To holy hands &amp; humble hearts</L>
<L>More &s;words &amp; sheilds</L>
<L>Then &s;in hath &s;nares, or Hell hath darts.</L>
<L>Only be &s;ure</L>
<L>The hands be pure</L>
<L>That hold the&s;e weapons; &amp; the eyes</L>
<L>Tho&s;e of turtles, cha&s;t &amp; true;</L>
<L>Wakefull &amp; wi&s;e;</L>
<L>Here is a freind shall fight for you,</L>
<L>Hold but this book before their heart;</L>
<L>Let prayer alone to play his part,</L>
<L>But &ocirc; the heart</L>
<L>That &s;tudyes this high ART</L>
<L>Mu&s;t be a &s;ure hou&s;e-keeper;</L>
<L>And yet no fleeper.</L>
<L>Dear &s;oul, be &s;trong.</L>
<L>MERCY will come e're long</L>
<L>And bring his be&s;om fraught with ble&s;&s;ings,</L>
<L>Flowers of neuer fading graces</L>
<L>To make immortall dre&s;&s;ings</L>
<L>For worthy &s;oules, who&s;e wi&s;e embraces</L>
<L>Store vp them&s;elues for HIM, who is alone</L>
<L>The SPOVSE of Virgins &amp; the Virgin's &s;on.</L>
<L>But if the noble BRIDEGROOM, when he come,</L>
<L>Shall find the loytering HEART from home;</L>
<L>Leauing her cha&s;t aboad</L>
<L><PB N="110" REF="60">
To gadde abroad</L>
<L>Among the gay mates of the god of flyes;</L>
<L>To take her plea&s;ure &amp; to play</L>
<L>And keep the deuill's holyday;</L>
<L>To danceth' &s;unshine of &s;ome &s;miling</L>
<L>But beguiling</L>
<L>Spheares of &s;weet &amp; &s;ugred Lyes,</L>
<L>Some &s;lippery Pair</L>
<L>Of fal&s;e, perhaps as fair,</L>
<L>Flattering but for&s;wearing eyes;</L>
<L>Doubtle&s;&s;e &s;ome other heart</L>
<L>Will gett the &s;tart</L>
<L>Mean while, &amp; &s;tepping in before</L>
<L>Will take po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ion of that &s;acred &s;tore</L>
<L>Of hidden &s;weets &amp; holy ioyes.</L>
<L>WORDS which are not heard with EARES</L>
<L>(Tho&s;e tumultuous shops of noi&s;e).</L>
<L>Effectuall wi&s;pers, who&s;e &s;till voice</L>
<L>The &s;oul it &s;elfe more feeles then heares;</L>
<L>Amorous languishments; luminous trances;</L>
<L>SIGHTS which are not &s;een with eyes;</L>
<L>Spirituall &amp; &s;oul-peircing glances</L>
<L>Who&s;e pure &amp; &s;ubtil lightning flyes</L>
<L>Home to the heart, &amp; &s;etts the hou&s;e on fire</L>
<L>And melts it down in &s;weet de&s;ire</L>
<L>Yet does not &s;tay</L>
<L>To ask the windows leaue to pa&s;&s;e that way;</L>
<L>Delicious DEATHS; &s;oft exalations</L>
<L>Of &s;oul; dear &amp; diuine annihilations;</L>
<L>A thou&s;and vnknown rites</L>
<L>Of ioyes &amp; rarefy'd delights;</L>
<L>Ahundred thou&s;and goods, glories, &amp; graces,</L>
<L><PB N="111" REF="60">
And many a my&s;tick thing</L>
<L>Which the diuine embraces</L>
<L>Of the deare &s;pou&s;e of &s;pirits with them will bring</L>
<L>For which it is no shame</L>
<L>That dull mortality mu&s;t not know a name.</L>
<L>Of all this &s;tore</L>
<L>Of ble&s;&s;ings &amp; ten thou&s;and more</L>
<L>(If when he come</L>
<L>He find the Heart from home)</L>
<L>Doubtle&s;&s;e he will vnload</L>
<L>Him&s;elf &s;ome other where,</L>
<L>And poure abroad</L>
<L>His pretious &s;weets</L>
<L>On the fair &s;oul whom fir&s;t he meets.</L>
<L>O fair, &ocirc; fortunate! O riche, &ocirc; dear!</L>
<L>O happy &amp; thrice happy she</L>
<L>Selected doue</L>
<L>Who ere she be,</L>
<L>Who&s;e early loue</L>
<L>With winged vowes</L>
<L>Makes ha&s;t to meet her morning &s;pou&s;e</L>
<L>And clo&s;e with his immortall ki&s;&s;es.</L>
<L>Happy indeed, who neuer mi&s;&s;es</L>
<L>To improue that pretious hour,</L>
<L>And euery day</L>
<L>Seize her &s;weet prey</L>
<L>All fresh &amp; fragrant as he ri&s;es</L>
<L>Dropping with a baulmy Showr</L>
<L>A delicious dew of &s;pices;</L>
<L>O let the bli&s;sfull heart hold fa&s;t</L>
<L>Her heaunly arm-full, she shall ta&s;t</L>
<L>At once ten thou&s;and paradi&s;es;</L>
<L><PB N="112" REF="61">
She shall haue power</L>
<L>To rifle &amp; deflour</L>
<L>The rich &amp; ro&s;eall &s;pring of tho&s;e rare &s;weets</L>
<L>Which with a &s;welling bo&s;ome there she meets</L>
<L>Boundles &amp; infinite</L>
<L>Bottomles trea&s;ures</L>
<L>Of pure inebriating plea&s;ures.</L>
<L>Happy proof! she shal di&s;couer</L>
<L>What ioy, what bli&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>How many Heau'ns at once it is</L>
<L>To haue her GOD become her LOVER.</L>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>TO
THE SAME PARTY
COVNCEL
CONCERNING HER
CHOISE.</HEAD>
<L>DEar, heaun-de&s;igned SOVL!</L>
<L>Among&s;t the re&s;t</L>
<L>Of &s;uters that be&s;eige your Maiden bre&s;t,</L>
<L>Why my not I</L>
<L>My fortune try</L>
<L>And venture to &s;peak one good word</L>
<L><PB N="113" REF="61">
Not for my &s;elf alas, but for my dearer LORD?</L>
<L>You'aue &s;een allready, in this lower &s;phear</L>
<L>Offroth &amp; bubbles, what to look for here.</L>
<L>Say, gentle &s;oul, what can you find</L>
<L>But painted shapes,</L>
<L>Peacocks &amp; Apes,</L>
<L>Illu&s;trious flves,</L>
<L>Guilded dunghills, glorious LYES,</L>
<L>Goodly &s;urmi&s;es</L>
<L>And deep di&s;gui&s;es,</L>
<L>Oathes of water, words of wind?</L>
<L>TRVTH biddes me &s;ay, 'tis time you cea&s;e to tru&s;t</L>
<L>Your &s;oul to any &s;on of du&s;t.</L>
<L>'Tis time you li&s;ten to a brauer loue,</L>
<L>Which from aboue</L>
<L>Calls you vp higher</L>
<L>And biddes you come</L>
<L>And choo&s;e your roome</L>
<L>Among his own fair &s;onnes of fire,</L>
<L>Where you among</L>
<L>The golden throng</L>
<L>That watches at his palace doores</L>
<L>May pa&s;&s;e along</L>
<L>And follow tho&s;e fair &s;tarres of yours;</L>
<L>Starrs much too fair &amp; pure to wai<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter"> vpon</L>
<L>The fal&s;e &s;miles of a &s;ublunary &s;un.</L>
<L>Sweet, let me prophe&s;y that at la&s;t t'will proue</L>
<L>Your wary loue</L>
<L>Laves vp his purer &amp; more pretious vowes,</L>
<L>And meanes them for a farre more worthy SPOVSE</L>
<L>Then this world of Lyes can giue ye</L>
<L>'Eun for Him with whom nor co&s;t,</L>
<L><PB N="114" REF="62">
Nor loue, nor labour can be lo&s;t;</L>
<L>Him who neuer will deceiue ye.</L>
<L>Let not my lord, the Mighty louer</L>
<L>of &s;oules, di&s;dain that I di&s;couer</L>
<L>The hidden art</L>
<L>Of his high &s;tratagem to win your heart,</L>
<L>It was his heaunly art</L>
<L>Kindly to cro&s;&s;e you</L>
<L>In your mi&s;taken loue,</L>
<L>That, at the next remoue</L>
<L>Thence he might to&s;&s;e you</L>
<L>And &s;trike your troubled heart</L>
<L>Home to him&s;elf; to hide it in his bre&s;t</L>
<L>The bright ambro&s;iall ne&s;t,</L>
<L>Of loue, of life, &amp; euerla&s;ting re&s;t.</L>
<L>Happy My&s;take!</L>
<L>That thus shall wake</L>
<L>Your wi&s;e &s;oul, neuer to be wonne</L>
<L>Now w<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="2 letters">h a loue below the &s;un.</L>
<L>Your fir&s;t cho<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">ce failes, &ocirc; when you choo&s;e agen</L>
<L>May it not be among&s;t the &s;onnes of Men.</L>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="115" REF="62">
<HEAD>ALEXIAS
THE
COMPLAINT. OF
THE FORSAKEN WIFE
OF SANITE ALEXIS.</HEAD>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="elegy">
<HEAD>THE FIRST ELEGIE.</HEAD>
<L>I <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="2 letters">te the roman youth's lou'd pray&s;e &amp; pride,</L>
<L>Whom long none could obtain, though thou|&s;ands
try'd,</L>
<L>Lo here am left (alas), For my lo&s;t mate</L>
<L>Tembrace my teares, &amp; ki&s;&s;e an vnkind FATE.</L>
<L>Sure in my early woes &s;tarres were at &s;trife,</L>
<L>And try'd to make a WIDOW ere  a WIFE.</L>
<L>Nor can I tell (and this new teares doth breed)</L>
<L>In what &s;trange path my lord's fair foot&s;teppes
bleed.</L>
<L>O knew I where he wander'd, I should &s;ee</L>
<L>Some &s;olace in my &s;orrow's certainty</L>
<L><PB N="116" REF="63">
I'd &s;end my woes in words should weep for me.</L>
<L>(Who knowes how powrfull well - writt praires
would be?)</L>
<L>Sending's too &s;low a word, my &s;elfe would fly.</L>
<L>Who knowes my own heart's woes &s;o well as I?</L>
<L>But how shall I &s;teal hence? ALEXIS thou</L>
<L>Ah thou thy &s;elf, alas, ha&s;t taught me how.</L>
<L>Loue too, that leads the, would lend the wings</L>
<L>To bear me harmle&s;&s;e through the harde&s;t things.</L>
<L>And where loue lends the wing, &amp; leads the way,</L>
<L>What dangers can there be dare &s;ay me nay?</L>
<L>If drown'd; &s;weet is the death indur'd for HIM,</L>
<L>The noted &s;ea shall change his name with me;</L>
<L>I, 'mong&s;t the ble&s;t STARRES a new name shall be.</L>
<L>And &s;ure where louers make their watry graues.</L>
<L>The weeping mariner will augment the waues.</L>
<L>For who &s;o hard, but pa&s;&s;ing by that way</L>
<L>W<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">ll take acquaintance of my woes, &amp; &s;ay</L>
<L>Here' was the roman MAID found a hard fare</L>
<L>While through the world she &s;ought her wan|dring
mate.</L>
<L>Here perish't she, poor heart, heauns, be my
vowes</L>
<L>As true to me, as she was to her spou&s;e.</L>
<L>O liue, &s;o rare a loue! liue! &amp; in thee</L>
<L>The too frail life of femal con&s;tancy.</L>
<L>F<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">rewell; &amp; shine, fair &s;oul, shine there aboue</L>
<L>Firm in thy crown, as here fa&s;t in thy loue.</L>
<L>There <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">hy lo&s;t fugitiue thou' ha&s;t found at la&s;t.</L>
<L>Be happy; and for euer hold him fa&s;t.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="elegy">
<PB N="117" REF="63">
<HEAD>THE
SECONDE ELEGIE.</HEAD>
<L>THough All the ioyes I had fleed hence with
Thee,</L>
<L>Vnkind! yet are my TEARES &s;till true to me</L>
<L>I' am wedded ore again &s;ince thou art gone;</L>
<L>Nor could&s;t thou, cruell, leaue me quite alone.</L>
<L>ALEXIS' widdow now is &s;orrow's wife.</L>
<L>With him shall I weep our my weary life.</L>
<L>Wellcome, my &s;ad &s;weet Ma<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">e! Now haue I gott</L>
<L>At la&s;t a con&s;tant loue that leaues me not.</L>
<L>Firm he, as thou art fal&s;e, Not need my cryes</L>
<L>Thus vex the earth &amp; teare the skyes.</L>
<L>For him, alas, n'ere shall I need to be</L>
<L>Trouble&s;om to the world, thus, as for thee.</L>
<L>For thee I talk to trees; with &s;ilent groues</L>
<L>Expo&s;tulate my woes &amp; much wrong'd loues.</L>
<L>Hills &amp; relentle&s;&s;e rockes, or if there be</L>
<L>Things that in hardne&s;&s;e more allude to thee;</L>
<L>To the&s;e I talk in teares, &amp; tell my pain;</L>
<L>And an&s;wer too for them in teares again.</L>
<L>How oft haue I wept out the weary &s;un!</L>
<L>My watry hour-gla&s;&s;e hath old time out runne.</L>
<L>O I am le<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="2 letters">ned grown, Poor loue &amp; I</L>
<L>Haue &s;tudy'd ouer all a&s;trology.</L>
<L><PB N="118" REF="64">
I'am perfect in heaun's &s;t<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">te&punc; w<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="2 letters">h euery &s;tarr</L>
<L>My skillfull greife is grown familiar.</L>
<L>Ri&s;e, faire&s;t of tho&s;e fires; what e're thou be</L>
<L>Who&s;e ro&s;y beam shall point my &s;un to me.</L>
<L>Such as the &s;acred light that er&s;t did bring</L>
<L>The EASTERN princes to their infant king.</L>
<L>O ri&s;e, pure lamp! &amp; lend thy golden ray</L>
<L>That weary loue at la&s;t may find his way.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="3" TYPE="elegy">
<HEAD>THE
THIRD ELEGIE.</HEAD>
<L>RIch, churlish LAND! that hid'&s;t &s;o long
in thee,</L>
<L>My trea&s;ures, rich, alas, by robbing mee.</L>
<L>Needs mu&s;t my mi&s;eryes <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">we that man a &s;pite</L>
<L>Who e're he be was the fir&s;t wandring knight.</L>
<L>O had he nere been at that cruell <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">o&s;t</L>
<L>NATVRE'S virginity had nere been lo&s;t.</L>
<L>Seas had not bin rebuk't by &s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">way oares</L>
<L>But ly'n lock't vp &s;afe in their &s;acred shores.</L>
<L>Men had not &s;purn'd at mountaines; nor made
w<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">rrs</L>
<L>With rocks; nor bold hands &s;truck the world's
&s;trong barres.</L>
<L>Nor lo&s;t in too larg bounds, our little Rome</L>
<L>Full &s;weetly with it &s;elfe had dwell't at home.</L>
<L><PB N="119" REF="64">
My poor ALEYIS, then in peacefull life,</L>
<L>Had vnder &s;ome low roofe lou'd his plain wife</L>
<L>But now, ah me, from where he has no foes</L>
<L>He flyes; &amp; into willfull exile goes.</L>
<L>Cruell return. Or tell the rea&s;on why</L>
<L>Thy deare&s;t parents haue de&s;eru'd to dy.</L>
<L>And I&punc; what is my crime I cannot tell.</L>
<L>Vnle&s;&s;e it be a crime to' haue lou'd too well.</L>
<L>If Heates of holyer loue &amp; high de&s;ire</L>
<L>Make bigge thy fair bre&s;t with immortall fire,</L>
<L>What needes my virgin lord fly thus from me,</L>
<L>Who only wish his virgin wife to be?</L>
<L>Wittne&s;&s;e, cha&s;t heauns! no happyer vowes I know</L>
<L>Then to a virgin GRAVE vntouch't to goe.</L>
<L>Loue's true&s;t Knott by venus is not ty'd;</L>
<L>Nor doe embraces onely make a bride.</L>
<L>The QVEEN of angels, (and men cha&s;t as You)</L>
<L>Was MAIDEN WIFE &amp; MAIDEN MOTHER too.</L>
<L>CECILIA, Glory of her name &amp; blood</L>
<L>With happy gain her maiden vowes made good.</L>
<L>The lu&s;ty bridegroom made approach young man&punc;</L>
<L>Take heed (&s;aid she) take heed, VALERIAN&punc;</L>
<L>My bo&s;ome's guard, a SPIRIT great &amp; &s;trong,</L>
<L>Stands arm'd, to sheild me from all wanton wrong.</L>
<L>My Cha&s;tity is &s;acred; &amp; my &s;leep</L>
<L>Wakefull, her dear v<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">wes vndefil'd to keep.</L>
<L>PALLAS beares armes, for&s;ooth, and should there be</L>
<L>No fortre&s;&s;e built fortrue VIRGINITY?</L>
<L>No gaping gorgon, this. None, like the re&s;t</L>
<L>Of your learn'd lyes. Here you'l find no &s;uch ie&s;t.</L>
<L>I'am yours, O were my GOD, my CHRIST &s;o too,</L>
<L>I'd know no name of loue on earth but you.</L>
<L><PB N="120" REF="65">
He yeilds, and &s;traight Baptis'd, obtains the grace</L>
<L>To gaze on the fair &s;ouldier's glorious face.</L>
<L>Both mixt at la&s;t their blood in one rich bed</L>
<L>Of ro&s;y MARTYRDOME, twice Married.</L>
<L>O burn our hymen bright in &s;uch high Flame.</L>
<L>Thy torch, terre&s;triall loue, haue here no name.</L>
<L>How &s;weet the mutuall yoke of man &amp; wife,</L>
<L>When holy fires maintain loue's Heaunly life!</L>
<L>But I, (&s;o help me heaun my hopes to &s;ee)</L>
<L>When thou&s;and sought my loue, lou'd none but
Thee.</L>
<L>Still, as their vain teares my firm vowes did try,</L>
<L>ALEXIS, he alone is mine (&s;aid I)</L>
<L>Half true, alas, half fal&s;e, proues that poor line.</L>
<L>ALEXIS is alone; But is not mine.</L>
</DIV2>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="121" REF="65">
<HEAD>DESCRIPTION. OF
A RELIGIOVS HOVSE
AND CONDITION
OF LIFE
(OVT OF BARCLAY.)</HEAD>
<L>NO roofes of gold o're riotous tables shining</L>
<L>Whole dayes &amp; &s;uns deuour'd with end|le&s;&s;e
dining;</L>
<L>No &s;ailes of tyrian &s;ylk proud pauements &s;weeping;</L>
<L>Nor iuory couches co&s;tlyer &s;lumbers keeping;</L>
<L>Fal&s;e lights of flairing gemmes; tumultuous ioyes;</L>
<L>Halls full of flattering men &amp; frishing boyes;</L>
<L>What e're fal&s;e showes of short &amp; flippery good</L>
<L>Mix the mad &s;ons of men in mutuall blood.</L>
<L>But WALKES &amp; vnshorn woods; and &s;oules, iu&s;t &s;o</L>
<L>Vnforc't &amp; genuine; but not shady tho.</L>
<L>Our lodgings hard &amp; homely as our fare.</L>
<L>That cha&s;t &amp; cheap, as the few clothes we weare.</L>
<L>Tho&s;e, cour&s;e &amp; negligent, As the naturall lockes</L>
<L>Of the&s;e loo&s;e groues, rough as th'vn polish't rockes.</L>
<L><PB N="122" REF="66">
A ha&s;ty Portion of prae&s;cribed &s;leep;</L>
<L>Obedient &s;lumbers? that can wake &amp; weep,</L>
<L>And &s;ing, &amp;, &amp; &s;igh, &amp; work, and &s;leep again;</L>
<L>Still rowling &agrave; round &s;pear of &s;till-returning pain.</L>
<L>Hands full of harty labours; doe much, that more
they may,</L>
<L>And work for work, not wages; let to morrow's</L>
<L>New drops, wash off the &s;weat of this daye's
&s;orrows.</L>
<L>A long &amp; dayly-ding life, which breaths</L>
<L>A re&s;piration of reuiuing deaths.</L>
<L>But neither are there tho&s;e ignoble &s;tings</L>
<L>That nip the bo&s;ome of the world's be&s;t things,</L>
<L>And lash Earth-laboring &s;ouls.</L>
<L>No cruell guard of diligent cares, that keep</L>
<L>Crown'd woes awake; as things too wi&s;e for &s;leep.</L>
<L>But reuerent di&s;cipline, &amp; religious fear,</L>
<L>And &s;oft obedience, find &s;weet biding here;</L>
<L>Silence, &amp; &s;acred re&s;t; peace, &amp; pure ioyes;</L>
<L>Kind loues keep hou&s;e, ly clo&s;e, make no noi&s;e,</L>
<L>And room enough for Monarchs, while none &s;wells</L>
<L>Beyond the kingdomes of contentfull Cells.</L>
<L>The &s;elf-remembring SOVL &s;weetly recouers</L>
<L>Her kindred with the &s;tarrs; not ba&s;ely houers</L>
<L>Below; But meditates her immortall way</L>
<L>Home to the originall &s;our&s;e of LIGHT &amp; intelle|ctuall
Day.</L>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="123" REF="66">
<HEAD>AN
EPITAPH
VPON
A YOVNG MARRIED COVPLE
DEAD AND BVRYED
TOGETHER.</HEAD>
<L>TO the&s;e, whom DEATH again did wed,</L>
<L>This GRAVE'S their &s;econd Marriage-bed&punc;</L>
<L>For though the hand of fate could force</L>
<L>'Twixt SOVL &amp; BODY &agrave; Diuorce,</L>
<L>It could not &s;under man &amp; WIEE,</L>
<L>'Cau&s;e They Both liued but one life.</L>
<L>Peace, good Reader. Doe not weep.</L>
<L>Peace, The Louers are a&s;leep.</L>
<L>They, &s;weet Turtles, folded ly</L>
<L>In the la&s;t knott loue could ty.</L>
<L>And though they ly as they were dead,</L>
<L>Their Pillow &s;tone, their sheetes of lead,</L>
<L>(Pillow hard, &amp; sheeres not warm)</L>
<L>Loue made the bed; They'l take no harm</L>
<L>Let them &s;leep: let them &s;leep on.</L>
<L>Till this &s;tormy night be gone,</L>
<L>Till the 'Aeternall morrow dawn;</L>
<L>Then the curtaines will be drawn</L>
<L>'And they wake into a light.</L>
<L>Who&s;e day shall neuer dy in Night.</L>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="124" REF="67">
<HEAD>DEATH'S LECTVRE
AND THE
FVNERAL
OF
A YOVNG GENTLEMAN.</HEAD>
<L>DEar Reliques of a di&s;lodg'd SOVL, who&s;e
lack</L>
<L>Makes many a mourning paper put on
black!</L>
<L>O &s;tay a while, ere thou draw in thy head</L>
<L>And wind thy &s;elf vp clo&s;e in thy cold bed.</L>
<L>Stay but &agrave; little while, vntill I call</L>
<L>A &s;ummons worthy of thy funerall.</L>
<L>Come then, YOVTH BEAVTY, &amp; blood!</L>
<L>All the &s;oft powres.</L>
<L>Who&s;e &s;ylken flatterves &s;well a few fond howres</L>
<L>Into a fal&s;e aeternity. Come man;</L>
<L>Hyperbolized NOTHING! know thy &s;pan;</L>
<L>Take thine own mea&s;ure here down, down, &amp; bow</L>
<L>Before thy &s;elf in thine idaea; thou</L>
<L><PB N="125" REF="67">
Huge emptynes! contract thy &s;elf; &amp; shrinke</L>
<L>All thy Wild circle to a Point. O&s;ink</L>
<L>Lower &amp; lower yet; till thy leane &s;ize</L>
<L>Call heaun to look on thee with norrow eyes.</L>
<L>Le&s;&s;er &amp; le&s;&s;er yet; till thou begin</L>
<L>To show a face, fitt to confe&s;&s;e thy Kin,</L>
<L>Thy neigbourhood to NOTHING.</L>
<L>Proud lookes, &amp; lofty eyliddes, here putt on</L>
<L>Your &s;elues in your vnfaign'd reflexion,</L>
<L>Here, gallant ladyes! this vnpartiall gla&s;&s;e</L>
<L>(Though you be painted) showes you your true face.</L>
<L>The&s;e death-&s;eal'd lippes are they dare giue the ly</L>
<L>To the lowd Boa&s;ts of poor Mortality</L>
<L>The&s;e curtain'd windows, this retired eye</L>
<L>Out&s;tares the liddes of larg-look't tyranny.</L>
<L>This po&s;ture is the braue one this that lyes</L>
<L>Thus low, &s;tands vp (me thinkes,) thus &amp; defies</L>
<L>The world. All-daring du&s;t &amp; ashes! only you</L>
<L>Of all interpreters read Nature True.</L>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="126" REF="68">
<HEAD>TEMPERANCE.
OF THE
CHEAP PHYSITIAN
VPON
THE TRANSLATION OF
LESSIVS.</HEAD>
<L>GOe now; and with &s;ome daring drugg</L>
<L>Bait thy di&s;ea&s;e. And whil&s;t they tugge,</L>
<L>Thou to maintain their pretious &s;trife</L>
<L>Spend the dear trea&s;ures of thy life.</L>
<L>Goe, take phy&s;ick Doat vpon</L>
<L>Some big-nam'd compo&s;ition.</L>
<L>Th'Oraculous DOCTOR'S my&s;tick bills;</L>
<L>Certain hard WORDS made into pills,</L>
<L>And what at la&s;t shalt' gain by the&s;e?</L>
<L>Only a co&s;tlyer di&s;ea&s;e.</L>
<L>That which makes vs haue no need</L>
<L>Of phy&s;ick, that's PHYSICK indeed.</L>
<L>Hark hither, Reader! wilt thou &s;ee</L>
<L>Nature her own phy&s;itian be?</L>
<L>Wilt' &s;ee a man, all his own wealth,</L>
<L><PB N="127" REF="68">
His own mu&s;ick, his own health;</L>
<L>A man who&s;e &s;ober &s;oul can tell</L>
<L>How to wear her garments well.</L>
<L>Her garments, that vpon her &s;itt</L>
<L>As garments should doe, clo&s;e &amp; fitt;</L>
<L>A well-cloth'd &s;oul; that's not oppe&s;t</L>
<L>Nor choak't with what she should be dre&s;t.</L>
<L>A &s;oul sheath'd in a chri&s;tall shrine;</L>
<L>Through which all her bright features shine;</L>
<L>As when a peice of wanton lawn</L>
<L>A thinne, aeriall veil, is drawn</L>
<L>Or'e beauty's face &s;eeming to hide</L>
<L>more &s;weetly showes the blushing bride.</L>
<L>A &s;oul, who&s;e intellectuall beames</L>
<L>No mi&s;ts doe mask, no lazy &s;teames.</L>
<L>A happy &s;oul, that all the way.</L>
<L>To HEAVN rides in a &s;ummer's day.</L>
<L>Would&s;t' &s;ee a man, who&s;e well-warm'd blood&punc;</L>
<L>Bathes him in a genuine flood!</L>
<L>Aman, who&s;e tuned humors be</L>
<L>A &s;eat of rare&s;t harmony?</L>
<L>Would&s;t' &s;ee blith lookes, fresh cheekes beguil</L>
<L>Age? would&s;t &s;ee december &s;mile?</L>
<L>Would&s;t' &s;ee ne&s;ts of new ro&s;es grow</L>
<L>In a bed nf renerend &s;now?</L>
<L>Warm thoughts, free &s;pirits flattering</L>
<L>Winter's &s;elfe into a SRING.</L>
<L>In &s;umme, would&s;t &s;ee a man that can.</L>
<L>Liue to be old, and &s;till a man?</L>
<L>Who&s;e late&s;t &amp; mo&s;t leaden houres</L>
<L>Fall with &s;oft wings, &s;tuck with &s;oft flowres;</L>
<L>And when life's &s;weet fable ends,</L>
<L><PB N="128" REF="69">
Soul &amp; body part like freinds;</L>
<L>No quarrells, murmurs&punc; no delay;</L>
<L>A KISSE, a SIGH, and &s;o away.</L>
<L>This rare one, reader, would&s;t thou &s;ee?</L>
<L>Hark hither; and thy &s;elf be HE.</L>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>HOPE.</HEAD>
<L>HOpe who&s;e weak beeing ruin'd is</L>
<L>Alike if it &s;ucceed or if it mi&s;&s;e!</L>
<L>Whom ill or good does equally confound</L>
<L>And both the hornes of fate's dilemma wound.</L>
<L>Vain shadow; that do&s;t vanish quite</L>
<L>Both at full noon &amp; perfect night!</L>
<L>The &s;tarres haue not a po&s;&s;ibility</L>
<L>Of ble&s;&s;ing Thee.</L>
<L>If thinges then from their end we happy call,</L>
<L>'Tis hope is the mo&s;t hopele&s;&s;e thing of all.</L>
<L>Hope, thou bold Ta&s;ter of delight!</L>
<L>Who in &s;tead of doing &s;o, deuour&s;t it quite.</L>
<L>Thou bring&s;t vs an e&s;tate, yet leau'&s;t vs poor</L>
<L>By clogging it with legacyes before.</L>
<L>The ioyes which we intire should wed</L>
<L>Come deflour'd-virgins to our bed</L>
<L>Good fortunes without gain imported be</L>
<L>Such mighty cu&s;tom's paid to Thee</L>
<L>For ioy like wine kep't clo&s;e, does better ta&s;t;</L>
<L><PB N="129" REF="69">
If it take air before his &s;pirits wa&s;t.</L>
<L>Hope fortun's cheating lottery</L>
<L>Where for one prize, an hundred blankes there be.</L>
<L>Fond archer, hope. Who tak'&s;t thine aime &s;o farr</L>
<L>That &s;till or short or wide thine arrowes are</L>
<L>Thinne empty cloud which th-ey deceiues</L>
<L>With shapes that our own fancy giues.</L>
<L>A cloud which gilt &amp; painted now appeares</L>
<L>But mu&s;t drop pre&s;ently in teares</L>
<L>When thy fal&s;e beames o're rea&s;on's light preuail,</L>
<L>By IGNES FATVI for north &s;tarres we &s;ail.</L>
<L>Brother of fear more gayly clad.</L>
<L>The merryer fool oth two, yet quite as mad.</L>
<L>Sire of repenrance, child of fond de&s;ire</L>
<L>That blow'&s;t the chymick &amp; the louer's fire.</L>
<L>Still leading them in&s;en&s;ibly' on</L>
<L>With the &s;trong witchcraft of Anon.</L>
<L>By thee the one does changing nature through</L>
<L>Her endle&s;&s;e labyrinth's pur&s;ue,</L>
<L>And th'other cha&s;es woman; while she goes</L>
<L>More wayes &amp; turnes then hunted nature knowes.</L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>M. COWLEY.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="130" REF="70">
<HEAD>M. CRASHAWS. ANSWER
FOR HOPE.</HEAD>
<L>DEar hope! earth's dowry, &amp; heaun's debt!</L>
<L>The entity of tho&s;e that are not yet.</L>
<L>Subtle&s;t, but &s;ure&s;t beeing! Thou by whom</L>
<L>Our nothing has a definition!</L>
<L>Sub&s;tantiall shade! who&s;e &s;weet allay</L>
<L>Blends both the noones of night &amp; day.</L>
<L>Fates cannot find out a capacity</L>
<L>Of hurting thee.</L>
<L>From Thee their lean dilemma, with blunt horn,</L>
<L>Shrinkes, as the &s;ick moon from the whol&s;ome morn</L>
<L>Rich hope! loue's legacy, vnder lock</L>
<L>Of faith! &s;till spending, &amp; &s;till growing &s;tock!</L>
<L>Our crown-land lyes aboue yet each meal brings</L>
<L>A &s;eemly portion for the &s;onnes of kings.</L>
<L>Nor will the virgin ioyes we wed</L>
<L>Come le&s;&s;e vnbroken to our bed,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e that from the bridall ckeek of bli&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Thou &s;teal'&s;t vs down a di&s;tant ki&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>Hope's cha&s;t &s;tealth harmes no more ioye's mai|denhead</L>
<L>Then &s;pou&s;all rites preiudge the marriage bed.</L>
<L>Fair hope! our earlyer heau'n by thee</L>
<L><PB REF="70">
Young time is ta&s;ter to eternity</L>
<L>Thy generous wine with age growes &s;tro~g, not &s;owre.</L>
<L>Nor does it kill thy fruit, to &s;mell thy flowre.</L>
<L>Thy golden, growing, head neuer hangs
down</L>
<L>Till in the lappe of loues full noone</L>
<L>It falls; and dyes! o no, it melts away</L>
<L>As does the dawn into the day.</L>
<L>As lumpes of &s;ugar loo&s;e them&s;elues; and twine</L>
<L>Their &s;upple e&s;&s;ence with the &s;oul of wine.</L>
<L>Fortune? alas, aboue the world's low warres</L>
<L>Hope walks; &amp; kickes the curld heads of con&s;pi|ring
&s;tarres.</L>
<L>Her keel cutts not the waues where The&s;e winds &s;tirr</L>
<L>Fortune's whole lottery is one blank to her.</L>
<L>Sweet hope! kind cheat! fair fallacy by thee</L>
<L>We are not WHERE nor What we be,</L>
<L>But WHAT &amp; WHERE we would be. Thus art thou</L>
<L>Our ab&s;ent PRESENCE, and our future Now.</L>
<L>Faith's &s;i&s;ter! nur&s;e of fair de&s;ire!</L>
<L>Fear's antitode! a wi&s;e &amp; well-&s;tay'd fire!</L>
<L>Temper twixt chill de&s;pair, &amp; torrid ioy!</L>
<L>Queen Regent in yonge loue's minority!</L>
<L>Though the vext chymick vainly cha&s;es</L>
<L>His fugitiue gold through all her faces;</L>
<L>Though loue's more feirce, more fruitle&s;&s;e, fires
a&s;&s;ay</L>
<L>One face more fugitiue then all they;</L>
<L>True hope's a glorious hunter &amp; her cha&s;e,</L>
<L>The GOD of nature in the feilds of grace.</L>
<CLOSER>VIVE IESV.</CLOSER>
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