Carmen Deo nostro, te decet hymnus sacred poems, / collected, corrected, augmented, most humbly presented. To my Lady the Countesse of Denbigh by her most deuoted seruant. R.C. In heaty [sic] acknowledgment of his immortall obligation to her goodnes & charity. Crashaw, Richard, 1613?-1649. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A80774 of text R208867 in the English Short Title Catalog (Thomason E1598_1). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 141 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 70 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 A80774 Wing C6830 Thomason E1598_1 ESTC R208867 99867786 99867786 120112 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A80774) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 120112) Images scanned from microfilm: (Thomason Tracts ; 202:E1598[1]) Carmen Deo nostro, te decet hymnus sacred poems, / collected, corrected, augmented, most humbly presented. To my Lady the Countesse of Denbigh by her most deuoted seruant. R.C. In heaty [sic] acknowledgment of his immortall obligation to her goodnes & charity. Crashaw, Richard, 1613?-1649. [8], 130, [2] p. : ill. By Peter Targa, printer to the Arch-bishope of Paris, in S. Victors streete at the golden sunne., At Paris : M. DC. LII. [1652] R.C. = Richard Crashaw. With engraved illustrations throughout. Annotation on Thomason copy: "8 September 1655. June [crossed out] but nono [illegible]". Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng English poetry -- 17th century. A80774 R208867 (Thomason E1598_1). civilwar no Carmen Deo nostro,: te decet hymnus sacred poems, / collected, corrected, augmented, most humbly presented. To my Lady the Countesse of Den Crashaw, Richard 1652 23042 75 0 0 0 0 0 33 C The rate of 33 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2007-02 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2007-02 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-03 Emma (Leeson) Huber Sampled and proofread 2007-03 Emma (Leeson) Huber Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion CARMEN DEO NOSTRO , TE DECET HYMNVS SACRED POEMS , COLLECTED , CORRECTED , AVGMENTED , Most humbly Presented . TO MY LADY THE COVNTSSE OF DENBIGH BY Her most deuoted Seruant . R. C. IN heaty acknowledgment of his immortall obligation to her Goodnes & Charity . AT PARIS , By PETER TARGA , Printer to the Archbishope ef Paris , in S. Victors streete at the golden sunne . M.DC.LII . CRASHAWE , THE ANAGRAMME . HE WAS CAR . WAS CAR then Crashawe ; or WAS Crashawe CAR , Since both within one name combined are ? Yes , Car's Crashawe , he Car ; t' is loue alone Which melts two harts , of both composing one . So Crashawe's still the same : so much desired By strongest witts ; so honor'd so admired CAR WAS but HE that enter'd as afriend With whō he shar'd his thoughtes , and did cōmend ( While yet he liu'd ) this worke ; they lou'd each other : Sweete Crashawe was his friend ; he Crashawes brother . So Car hath Title then ; t' was his intent That what his riches pen'd , poore Car should print . Nor feares he checke praysing that happie one Who was belou'd by all ; dispraysed by none . To witt , being pleas'd with all things , he pleas'd all . Nor would he giue , nor take offence ; befall What might ; he would possesse himselfe : and liue As deade ( deuoyde of interest ) t'all might giue Desease t' his well composed mynd ; forestal'd With heauenly riches : which had wholy call'd His thoughtes from earth , to liue aboue in'th aire A very bird of paradice . No care Had he of earthly trashe . What might suffice To fitt his soule to heauenly exercise . Sufficed him : and may we guesse his hart By what his lipps brings forth , his onely part Is God and godly thoughtes . Leaues doubt to none But that to whom one God is all ; all 's one . What he might eate or weare he tooke no thought . His needfull foode he rather found then sought . He seekes no downes , no sheetes , his bed's still made If he can find , a chaire or stoole , he 's layd , When day peepes in , he quitts his rest lesse rest . And still , poore soule , before he 's vp he 's dres't . Thus dying did he liue , yet liued to dye In the virgines lappe , to whom he did applye His virgine thoughtes and words , and thēce was styld By foes , the chaplaine of the virgine myld While yet he liued without : His modestie Imparted this to some , and they to me . Liue happie then , deare soule ; inioy the rest Eternally by paynes thou purchacedest , While Car must liue in care , who was thy friend Nor cares he how he liue , so in the end , He may inioy his dearest Lord and thee ; And sitt and singe more skilfull songs eternally . AN EPIGRAMME Vpon the pictures in the following Poemes which the Authour first made with his owne hand , admirably well , as may be seene in his Manuscript dedicated to the right Honorable Lady the L. Denbigh . Twixt pen and pensill rose a holy strife Which might draw vertue better to the life . Best witts gaue votes to that : but painters swore They neuer saw peeces so sweete before As thes : fruites of pure nature ; where no art Did lead the vntaught pensill , nor had part In th'-worke . The hand growne bold , with witt will needes contest . Doth it preuayle ? ah wo : say each is best . This to the eare speakes wonders ; that will trye To speake the same , yet lowder , to the eye . Both their aymes are holy , both conspire To wound , to burne the hart with heauenly fire . This then 's the Doome , to doe both parties right : This , to the eare speakes best ; that , to the sight . THOMAS CAR . NON VI . 'T is not the work of force but skill To find the way into man's will . 'T is loue alone can hearts vnlock . Who knowes the WORD , he needs not knock . TO THE Noblest & best of Ladyes , the Countesse of Denbigh . Perswading her to Resolution in Religion , & to render her selfe without further delay into the Communion of the Catholick Church . WHat heau'n-intreated HEART is This ? Stands trembling at the gate of blisse ; Holds fast the door , yet dares not vēture Fairly to open it , and enter . Whose DEFINITION is à doubt Twixt life & death , twixt in & out . Say , lingring fair ! why comes the birth Of your braue soul so slowly forth ? Plead your pretences ( o you strong In weaknes ! why you choose so long In labor of your selfe to ly , Nor daring quite to liue nor dy ? Ah linger not , lou'd soul ! à slow And late consent was a long no , Who grants at last , long time tryd And did his best to haue deny'd , What magick bolts , what mystick Barres Maintain the will in these strange warres ! What fatall , yet fantastick , bands Keep The free Heart from it's own hands ! So when the year takes cold , we see Poor waters their owne prisoners be . Fetter'd , & lockt vp fast they ly In a sad selfe-captiuity . The astonisht nymphs their flood 's strange fate deplore , To see themselues their own seuerer shore . Thou that alone canst thaw this cold , And fetch the heart from it 's strong Hold ; All mighty LOVE ! end this long warr , And of a meteor make a starr . O fix this fair INDEFINITE . And mongst thy shafts of soueraign light Choose out that sure decisiue dart Which has the Key of this close heart , Knowes all the corners of 't , & can controul The self-shutt cabinet of an vnsearcht soul . O let it be at last , loue's houre ▪ Raise this tall Trophee of thy Powre ; Come once the conquering way ; not to confute But kill this rebell-wotd , IRRESOLVTE That so , in spite of all this peeuish strength Of weaknes , she may write RESOLV'D AT LENGTH , Vnfold at length , vnfold fair flowre And vse the season of loue's showre , Meet his well-meaning Wounds , wise heart ! And hast to drink the wholsome dart . That healing shaft , which heaun till now Hath in loue's quiuer hid for you . O Dart of loue ! arrow of light ! O happy you , if it hitt right , It must not fall in vain , it must Not mark the dry regardles dust . Fair one , it is your fate ; and brings Aeternall worlds vpon it's wings . Meet it with wide-spread armes ; & see It 's scat your soul 's iust center be . Disband dull feares ; giue faith the day . To saue your life , kill your delay It is loue's seege ; and sure to be Your triumph , though his victory . 'T is cowardise that keeps this feild And want of courage not to yeild . Yeild then , ô yeild . that loue may win The Fort at last , and let life in . Yeild quickly . Lest perhaps you proue Death's prey , before the prize of loue . This Fort of your fair selfe , if 't be not won , He is repulst indeed ; But you' are vndone . TO THE NAME ABOVE EVERY NAME , THE NAME OF IESVS A HYMN . I Sing the NAME which None can say But touch't with An interiour RAY : The Name of our New PEACE ; our Good : Our Blisse : & Supernaturall Blood : The Name of All our Liues & Loues . Hearken , And Help , ye holy Doues ! The high-born Brood of Day ; you bright Candidates of blissefull Light , The HEIRS Elect of Loue ; whose Names belong Vnto The euerlasting life of Song ; All ye wise SOVLES , who in the wealthy Brest Of This vnbounded NAME build your warm Nest . Awake , MY glory . SOVL , ( if such thou be , And That fair WORD at all referr to Thee ) Awake & sing And be All VVing ; Bring hither thy whole SELF ; & let me see . What of thy Parent HEAVN yet speakes in thee . O thou art Poore Of noble POWRES , I see , And full of nothing else but empty ME , Narrow , & low , & infinitely lesse Then this GREAT mornings mighty Busynes . One little WORLD or two ( Alas ) will neuer doe . We must haue store . Goe , SOVL , out of thy Self , & seek for More . Goe & request Great NATVRE for the KEY of her huge Chest Of Heauns , the self inuoluing Sett of Sphears ( Which dull mortality more Feeles then heares ) Then rouse the nest Of nimble ART , & trauerse round The Aiery Shop of soul-appeasing Sound : And beat a summons in the Same All-soueraign Name To warn each seuerall kind And shape of sweetnes , Be they such As sigh with supple wind Or answer Artfull Touch , That they conuene & come away To wait at the loue-crowned Doores of Thas Illustrious DAY . Shall we dare This , my Soul ? we 'l doe 't and bring No Other note for 't , but the Name we sing Wake LVTE & HARP And euery sweet-lipp't Thing That talkes with tunefull string ; Start into life , And leap with me Into a hasty Fitt-tun'd Harmony . Nor must you think it much T' obey my bolder touch ; I haue Authority in LOVE's name to take you And to the worke of Loue this morning wake you Wake ; In the Name Of HIM who neuer sleeps , All Things that Are , Or , what 's the same , Are Musicall ; Answer my Call And come along ; Help me to meditate mine Immortall Song . Come , ye soft ministers of sweet sad mirth , Bring All your houshold stuffe of Heaun on earth ; O you , my Soul's most certain Wings , Complaining Pipes , & prattling Strings , Bring All the store Of SWEETS you haue ; And murmur that you haue no more . Come , nére to part , NATVRE & ART ! Come ; & come strong , To the conspiracy of our Spatious song . Bring All the Powres of Praise Your Prouinces of well-vnited WORLDS can raise ; Bring All yours LVTES & HARPS of HEAVN & EARTH ; What ére cooperates to The common mirthe Vessells of vocall Ioyes , Or You , more noble Architects of Intellectuall Noise , Cymballs of Heau'n , or Humane sphears , Solliciters of SOVLES or EARES ; And when you' are come , with All That you can bring or we can call ; O may you fix For euer here , & mix Your selues into the long And euerlasting series of a deathlesse SONG ; Mix All your many WORLDS , Aboue , And loose them into ONE of Loue . Chear thee my HEART ! For Thou too hast thy Part And Place in the Great Throng Of This vnbounded All-imbracing SONG . Powres of my Soul , be Proud ! And speake lowd To All the dear-bought Nations This Redeeming Name , And in the wealth of one Rich WORD proclaim New Similes to Nature . May it be no wrong Blest Heauns , to you , & your Superiour song , That we , dark Sons of Dust & Sorrow , A while Dare borrow The Name of Your Dilights & our Desires , And fitt it to so farr inferior LYRES . Our Murmurs haue their Musick too , Ye mighty ORBES , as well as you , Nor yeilds the noblest Nest Of warbling SERAPHIM to the eares of Loue , A choicer Lesson then the ioyfull BREST Of a poor panting Turtle-Doue . And we , low Wormes haue leaue to doe The Same bright Busynes ( ye Third HEAVENS ) with you . Gentle SPIRITS , doe not complain . We will haue care To keep it fair , And send it back to you again . Come , louely NAME ! Appeare from forth the Bright Regions of peacefull Light Look from thine own Illustrious Home , Fair KING of NAMES , & come . Leaue All thy natiue Glories in their Georgeous Nest , And giue thy Self a while The gracious Guest . Of humble Soules , that seek to find The hidden Sweets Which man's heart meets When Thou art Master of the Mind . Come , Iouely Name ; life of our hope ! Lo we hold our HEARTS wide ope ! Vnlock thy Cabinet of DAY Dearest Sweet , & come away . Lo how the thirsty Lands Gasp for thy Golden Showres ! with longstretch't Hands Lo how the laboring EARTH That hopes to be All Heauen by THEE , Leapes at thy Birth . The'attending WORLD , to wait thy Rise , First turn'd to eyes ; And then , not knowing what to doe ; Turn'd Them to TEARES , & spent Them too . Come ROYALL Name ; & pay the expence Of All this Pretious Patience . O come away And kill the DEATH of This Delay . O see , so many WORLDS of barren yeares Melted & measur'd out in Seas of TEARES . O see , The WEARY liddes of wakefull Hope ( LOVE's Eastern windowes ) All wide ope With Curtains drawn , To catch The Day-break of Thy DAWN . O dawn , at last , long look't for Day ! Take thine own wings , & come away . Lo , where Aloft it comes ! It comes , Among The Conduct of Adoring SPIRITS , that throng Like diligent Bees , And swarm about it . O they are wise ; And know what SWEETES are suck't from out it . It is the Hiue , By which they thriue , Where All their Hoard of Hony lyes . Lo where it comes , vpon The snowy DOVE's Soft Back ; And brings a Bosom big with Loues . WELCOME to our dark world , Thou Womb of Day ! Vnfold thy fair Conceptions ; And display The Birth of our Bright Ioyes . O thou compacted Body of Blessings : spirit of Soules extracted ! O dissipate thy spicy Powres ( Clowd of condensed sweets ) & break vpon vs In balmy showrs ; O fill our senses , And take from vs All force of so Prophane a Fallacy To think ought sweet but that which smells of Thee . Fair , flowry Name ; In none but Thee And Thy Nectareall Fragrancy , Hourly there meetes An vniuersall SYNOD of All sweets ; By whom it is defined Thus That no Perfume For euer shall presume To passe for Odoriferous , But such alone whose sacred Pedigree Can proue it Self some kin ( sweet name ) to Thee . SWEET NAME , in Thy each Syllable A Thousand Blest ARABIAS dwell ; A Thousand Hills of Frankincense ; Mountains of myrrh , & Beds of species , And ten Thousand PARADISES The soul that tasts thee takes from thence How many vnknown WORLDS there are Of Comforts , which Thou hast in keeping ! How many Thousand Mercyes there In Pitty 's soft lap ly a sleeping ! Happy he who has the art To awake them , And to take them Home , & lodge them in his HEART . O that it were as it was wont to be ! When thy old Freinds of Fire , All full of Thee , Fought against Frowns with smiles ; gaue Glorious chase To Persecutions ; And against the Face Of DEATH & feircest Dangers , durst with Braue And sober pace march on to meet A GRAVE . On their Bold BRESTS about the world they bore thee And to the Teeth of Hell stood vp to teach thee , In Center of their inmost Soules they wore thee , Where Rackes & Torments striu'd , in vain , to reach thee . Little , alas , thought They Who tore the Fair Brests of thy Freinds , Their Fury but made way For Thee ; And seru'd them in Thy glorious ends What did Their weapons but with wider pores Inlarge thy flaming-brested Louers More freely to transpire That impatient Fire The Heart that hides Thee hardly couers . What did their Weapons but sett wide the Doores For Thee : Fair , purple Doores , of loue's deuising ; The Ruby windowes which inrich't the EAST Of Thy so oft repeated Rising . Each wound of Theirs was Thy new Morning ; And reinthron'd thee in thy Rosy Nest , With blush of thine own Blood thy day adorning , It was the witt of loue óreflowd the Bounds Of WRATH , & made thee way through All Those WOVNDS . Wellcome dear , All-Adored Name ! For sure there is no Knee That knowes not THEE . Or if there be such sonns of shame , Alas what will they doe When stubborn Rocks shall bow And Hills hang down their Heaun-saluting Heads To seek for humble Beds Of Dust , where in the Bashfull shades of night Next to their own low NOTHING they may ly , And couch before the dazeling light of thy dread majesty . They that by Loue's mild Dictate now Will not Adore thee , Shall Then with Iust Confusion , bow And break before thee IN THE HOLY NATIVITY OF OVR LORD GOD A HYMN SVNG AS BY THE SHEPHEARDS . Ton Createur te faict voir sa naissance , Daignant souffrir pour toy des son enfance . Quem vidistis Pastores ? &c. Natum vidimus &c. THE HYMN . CHORVS . COme we shepheards whose blest Sight Hath mett loue's Noon in Nature's night ; Come lift we vp our loftyer Song And wake the SVN that lyes too long . To All our world of well-stoln joy He slept ; and dream't of no such thing . While we found out Heaun's fairer ey And Kis't the Cradle of our KING . Tell him He rises now , too late To show vs ought worth looking at . Tell him we now can show Him more Then He e're show'd to mortall Sight ; Then he Himselfe e're saw before ; Which to be seen needes not His light . Tell him , Tityrus , where th'hast been Tell him , Thysis , what th-hast seen . Tityrus . Gloomy night embrac't the Place Where The Noble Infant lay . The BABE look't vp & shew'd his Face ; In spite of Darknes , it was DAY . It was THY day , SWEET ! & did rise Not from the EAST , but from thine EYES . Chorus . It was THY day , Sweet Thyrs . WINTER chidde Aloud ; & sent The angry North to wage his warres . The North forgott his feirce Intent ; And left perfumes in stead of scarres . By those sweet eye's persuasiue powrs Where he mean't frost , he scatter'd flowrs . Chorus By those sweet eyes . Both . We saw thee in thy baulmy Nest , Young dawn of our aeternall DAY ! We saw thine eyes break from their EAT● And chase the trembling shades away . We saw thee ; & we blest the sight We saw thee by thine own sweet light . Tity . Poor WORLD ( said I ) what wilt thou doe To entertain this starry STRANGER ? Is this the best thou canst bestow ? A cold , and not too cleanly , manger ? Contend , the powres of heau'n & earth . To fittà bed for this huge birthe . Cho. Contend the powers Thyt . Proud world , said I ; cease your contest And let the MIGHTY BABE alone . The Phaenix builds the Phaenix'nest . Lov's architecture is his own . The BABE whose birth embraues this morn . Made his own bed e're he was born . Cho. The BABE whose . Tir. I saw the curl'd drops , soft & slow , Come houering o're the place's head ; Offring their whitest sheets of snow To furnish the fair INFANT's bed Forbear , said I ; be not too bold . Your fleece is white But t' is too cold Cho. Forbear , sayd I Thyr. I saw the obsequious SERAPHIMS Their rosy fleece of fire bestow . For well they now can spare their wing . Since HEAVN it self lyes here below . Well done , said I : but are you sure Your down so warm , will passe for pure ? Cho. Well done sayd I Tit. No no . your KING 's not yet to seeke Where to repose his Royall HEAD See see , how soon his new-bloom'd CHEEK Twixt's mother's brests is gone to bed . Sweet choise , said we ! no way but so Not to ly cold , yet slep in snow . Cho. Sweet choise , said we . Both . We saw thee in thy baulmy nest , Bright dawn of our aeternall Day ! We saw thine eyes break from thir EAST And chase the trembling shades away . We saw thee : & we blest the sight . We saw thee , by thine own sweet light . Cho. We saw thee , &c. FVLL CHORVS . Wellcome , all WONDERS in one sight ! Aeternity shutt in a span . Sommer in Winter . Day in Night . Heauen in earth , & GOD in MAN . Great little one ! whose all-embracing birth Lifts earth to heauen , stoopes heau'n to earth . WELLCOME . Though nor to gold nor silk . To more then Caesar's birth right is ; Two sister-seas of Virgin-Milk , With many a rarely-temper'd kisse That brearhes at once both MAID & MOTHER , Warmes in the one , cooles in the other . WELCOME , though not to those gay flyes . Guilded i th' Beames of earthly kings ; Slippery soules in smiling eyes ; But to poor Shepheards , home-spun things : Whose Wealth 's their flock ; whose witt , to be Well read in their simplicity . Yet when young April's husband showrs Shall blesse the fruitfull Maja's bed We 'l bring the First-born of her flowrs To kisse thy FEET & crown thy HEAD . To thee , dread lamb ! whose loue must keep The shepheards , more then they the sheep . To THEE , meek Majesty ! soft KING Of simple GRACES & sweet LOVES . Each of vs his lamb will bring Each his pair of sylver Doues ; Till burnt at last in fire of Thy fair eyes , Our selues become our own best SACRIFICE . NEW YEAR'S DAY . RIse , thou best & brightest morning ! Rosy with a double Red ; With thine own blush thy cheeks adorning And the dear drops this day were shed . All the purple pride that laces The crimson curtains of thy bed , Guilds thee not with so sweet graces Nor setts thee in so rich a red . Of all the fair-cheek't flowrs that fill thee None so fair thy bosom strowes , As this modest maiden lilly Our sins haue sham'd into a rose Bid thy golden GOD , the Sun , Burnisht in his best beames rise , Put all his red-ey'd Rubies on ; These Rubies shall putt out their eyes . Let him make poor the purple east , Search what the world 's close cabinets keep , Rob the rich births of each bright nest That flaming in their fair beds sleep , Let him embraue his own bright tresses With a new morning made of gemmes , And wear , in those his wealthy dresses , Another Day of Diadems . When he hath done all he may To make himselfe rich in his rise , All ▪ will be darknes to the Day That breakes from one of these bright eyes . And soon this sweet truth shall appear Dear BABE , ere many dayes be done , The morn shall come to meet thee here , And leaue her own neglected Sun . Here are Beautyes shall bereaue him Of all his eastern Paramours . His Persian Louers all shall leaue him , And swear faith to thy sweeter Powres . IN THE GLORIOVS EPIPHANIE OF OVR LORD GOD , A HYMN . SVNG AS BY THE THREE KINGS ( 1. KINGE . ) BRight BABE ! Whose awfull beautyes make The morn incurr a sweet mistake ; ( 2. ) For whom the'officious heauns deuise To disinheritt the sun's rise , ( 3. ) Delicately to displace The Day , & plant it fairer in thy face ; [ 1. ] O thou born KING of loues , [ 2. ] Of lights , [ 3. ] Of ioyes ! ( Cho. ) Look vp , sweet BABE , look vp & see For loue of Thee Thus farr from home The EAST is come To seek her self in thy sweet Eyes ( 1. ) We , who strangely went astray , Lost in a bright Meridian night , ( 2. ) A Darkenes made of too much day , ( 3. ) Becken'd from farr By thy fair starr , Lo at last haue found our way . ( Cho. ) To THEE , thou DAY of night ! thou east of west ! Lo we at last haue found the way . To thee , the world 's great vniuersal east . The Generall & indifferent DAY . ( 1. ) All-circling point . All centring sphear . The world 's one , round , Aeternall year . ( 2. ) Whose full & all-vnwrinkled face Nor sinks nor swells with time or place ; ( 3. ) But euery where & euery while Is One Consistent solid smile ; ( 1. ) Not vext & tost ( 2. ) 'Twixt spring & frost , ( 3. ) Nor by alternate shredds of light Sordidly shifting hands with shades & night . ( Cho. ) O little all ! in thy embrace The world lyes warm , & likes his place . Nor does his full Globe fail to be Kist on Both his cheeks by Thee . Time is too narrow for thy YEAR Nor makes the whole WORLD thy half-spear . ( 1. ) To Thee , to Thee From him we flee ( 2. ) From HIM , whom by a more illustriously , The blindnes of the world did call the eye ; ( 3. ) To HIM , who by These mortall clouds hast made Thy self our sun , though thine own shade . ( 2. ) Farewell , the wold's false light . Farewell , the white Aegypt ! a long farewell to thee Bright IDOL ; black IDOLATRY . The dire face of inferior DARKNES , kis't And courted in the pompus mask of a more specious mist . ( 2. ) Farewell , farewell The proud & misplac't gates of hell , Pertch't , in the morning's way And double-guilded as the doores of DAY . The deep hypocrisy of DEATH & NIGHT More desperately dark , Because more bright . ( 3. ) Welcome , the world 's sure Way ▪ HEAVN's wholsom ray . ( Cho. ) Wellcome to vs ; and we ( SWEET ) to our selues , in THEE . ( 1. ) The deathles HEIR of all thy FATHER's day ▪ ( 2. ( Decently Born . Embosom'd in a much more Rosy MORN , The Blushes of thy All-vnblemish't mother . ( 3. ) No more that other Aurora shall sett ope Her ruby casements , or hereafter hope From mortall eyes To meet Religious welcomes at her rise . ( Cho. ) We ( Pretious ones ! ) in you haue won A gentler MORN , a iuster sun . ( 1. ) His superficiall Beames fun-burn't our skin ; ( 2. ) But left within ( 3. ) The night & winter still of death & sin . ( C●o . ) Thy softer yet more certaine DARTS Spare our eyes , but peirce our HARTS . ( 1. ) Therfore with HIS proud persian spoiles ( 2. ) We court thy more concerning smiles . ( 3. ) Therfore with his Disgrace We guild the humble cheek of this chast place , ( Cho. ) And at thy FEET powr forth his FACE . ( 1. ) The doating nations now no more Shall any day but THINE adore . ( 2. ) Nor ( much lesse ) shall they leaue these eyes For cheap Aegyptian Deityes . ( 3. ) In whatsoe're more Sacred shape Of Ram , He-goat , or reuerend ape , Those beauteous rauishers opprest so sore The too-hard-tempted nations . ( 1. ) Neuer more By wanton heyfer shall be worn . ( 2. ) A Garland , or a guilded horn . The altar-stall'd ox , fatt OSYRIS now With his fair sister cow , ( 3. ) Shall kick the clouds no more ; But lean & tame , ( Cho. ) See his horn'd face , & dy for shame . And MITHRA now shall be no name . ( 1. ) No longer shall the immodest lust Of Adulterous GODLES dust ( 2. ) Fly in the face of heau'n ; As if it were The poor world's Fault that he is fair . ( 3. ] Nor with peruerse loues & Religious RAPES Reuenge thy Bountyes in their beauteous shapes ; And punish Best Things worst ; Because they stood Guilty of being much for them too Good . [ 1. ] Proud sons of death ! that durst compell Heau'n it self to find them hell ; [ 2. ] And by strange witt of madnes wrest From this world's EAST the other's WEST . [ 3. ] All-Idolizing wormes ! that thus could crowd And vrge Their sun into thy cloud ; Forcing his sometimes eclips'd face to be A long deliquium to the light of thee . [ Cho. ] Alas with how much heauyer shade The shamefac't lamp hung down his head For that one eclipse he made Then all those he suffered ! [ 1. ] For this he look't so bigg ; & euery morn With a red face confes't this scorn . Or hiding his vex't cheeks in a hir'd mist Kept them from being so vnkindly kis't . [ 2. ] It was for this the day did rise So oft with blubber'd eyes . For this the euening wept ; and we ne're knew But call'd it deaw . [ 3. ] This dayly wrong Silenc't the morning-sons , & damp't their song [ Cho. ] Nor was 't our deafnes , but our sins , that thus Long made th'Harmonious orbes all mute to vs [ 2. ] Time has a day in store When this so proudly poor And self-oppressed spark , that has so long By the loue-sick , world bin made Not so much their sun as SHADE , Weary of this Glorious wrong From them & from himself shall flee For shelter to the shadow of thy TREE ; [ Cho. ] Proud to haue gain'd this pretious losse And chang'd his false crown for thy CROSSE . [ 2. ] That dark Day's clear doom shall define Whose is the Master FIRE , which sun should shine . That sable ludgment-seat shall by new lawes Decide & settle the Great cause Of controuerted light , [ Cho. ] And natur's wrongs rejoyce to doe thee Right . [ 3. ] That forfeiture of noon to night shall pay All the idolatrous thefts done by this night of day ; And the Great Penitent presse his own pale lipps With an elaborate loue-eclipse To which the low world's lawes Shall lend no cause [ Cho. ] Saue those domestick which he borrowes From our sins & his own sorrowes . [ 1. ] Three sad hour's sack cloth then shall show to vs His penance , as our fault , conspicuous . [ 2. ] And he more needfully & nobly proue The nation's terror now then erst their loue . [ 3. ] Their hated loues changd into wholsom feares , [ Cho. ] The shutting of his eye shall open Theirs . [ 2. ] As by a fair-ey'd fallacy of day Miss-ledde before they lost their way , So shall they , by the seasonable fright Of an vnseasonable night , Loosing it once again , stumble'on true LIGHT [ 2. ] And as before his too-bright eye Was Their more blind idolatry , So his officious blindines now shall be Their black , but faithfull perspectiue of thee ; [ 3. ] His new prodigious night , Their new & admirable light ; The supernaturall DAWN of Thy pure day . While wondring they ( The happy conuerts now of him Whom they compell'd before to be their sin ) Shall henceforth see To kisse him only as their rod Whom they so long courted as GOD , [ Cho. ] And their best vse of him they worship't be To learn , of Him at lest , to worship Thee . [ 2. ] It was their Weaknes woo'd his beauty ; But it shall be Their wisdome now , as well as duty , To'injoy his Blott ; & as a large black letter Vse it to spell Thy beautyes better ; And make the night in self their rorch to thee . [ 2. ] By the oblique ambush of this close night Couch't in that conscious shade The right-ey'd Areopagite Shall with a vigorous guesse inuade And catche thy quick reflex ; and sharply see On this dark Grouud To dscant THEE . [ 3. ] O prize of the rich SPIRIT ! with that feirce chase Of this strong soul , shall he Leap at thy lofty FACE , And scize the swift Flash , in rebound From this ohsequious cloud ; Once call'd a sun ; Till dearly thus vndone , [ Cho. ] Till thus triumphantly tam'd ( o ye two Twinne SVNNES ! ) & taught now to negotiate you [ 1. ] Thus shall that reuerend child of light , [ 2. ] By being scholler first of that new night , Come forth Great master of the mystick day ; [ 3. ] And teach obscure MANKIND a more close way By the frugall negatine light Of a most wise & well-abused Night To read more legible thine originall Ray , [ Cho. ] And make our Darknes serue THY day ; Maintaining t'wixt thy world & ours A commerce of contrary powres , A mutuall trade 'Twixt sun & SHADE , By confederat BLACK & WHITE Borrowing day & lending night . [ 1. ] Thus we , who when with all the noble powres That ( at thy cost ) are call'd , not vainly , ours We vow to make braue way Vpwards , & presse on for , the pure intelligentiall Prey ; [ 2. ] At lest to play The amorous Spyes And peep & proffer at thy sparkling Throne ; [ 3. ] In stead of bringing in the blissfull PRIZE And fastening on Thine eyes , Forfeit our own And nothing gain But more Ambitious losse , at lest of brain ; [ Cho. ] Now by abased liddes shall learn to be Eagles ; and shutt our eyes that we may see . The Close . Therfore to THEE & thine Auspitious ray ( Dread sweet ! ) lo thus At lest by vs , The delegated EYE of DAY Does first his Scepter , then HIMSELF in solemne Tribute pay . Thus he vndresses His sacred vnshorn treses ; At thy adored FEET , thus , he layes down [ 1. ] His gorgeous tire Of flame & fire , [ 2. ] His glittering ROBE , [ 3. ] his sparkling CROWN , [ 3. ] His GOLD , [ 2. ] his MIRRH , [ 3. ] his FRANKINCENCE , [ Cho. ] To which He now has no pretence . For being show'd by this day's light , how farr He is from sun enough to make THY starr , His best ambition now , is but to be Somthing a brighter SHADOW [ sweet ] of thee . Or on heaun's azure forhead high to stand Thy golden index ; with a duteous Hand Pointing vs Home to our own sun The world's & his HYPERION . TO THE QVEEN'S MAIESTY . MADAME . Mongst those long rowes of cownes that guild your race . These Royall sages sue for decent place . The day-break of the nations ; their first ray ; When the Dark WORLD dawn'd into Christian DAY . And smil'd i' th' BABE's bright face . the purpling Bud And Rosy dawn of the right Royall blood ; Fair first-fruits of the LAMB . Sure KINGS in this ; They took a kingdom while they gaue a kisse . But the world's Homage , scarse in These well blown , We read in you ( Rare Queen ) ripe & full-grown . For from this day's rich seed of Diadems Does rise a radiant croppe of Royalle stemms , A Golden haruest of crown'd heads , that meet And crowd for kisses from the LAMB's white feet . In this Illustrious throng , your lofty floud Swells high , fair Confluence of all highborn Bloud ! With your bright head whose groues of scepters bend Their wealthy tops ; & for these feet contend . So swore the LAMB's dread sire . And so we see 't . Crownes , & the HEADS they kisse , must court these FEET . Fix here , fair Majesty ! May your Heart ne're misse To reap new CROWNES & KINGDOMS from that kisse . Nor may we misse the ioy to meet in you The aged honors of this day still new . May the great time , in you , still greater be While all the YEAR is your EPIPHANY , While your each day's deuotion duly brings Three KINGDOMES to supply this day's three KINGS . THE OFFICE OF THE HOLY CROSSE Tradidit Semetipsum pro nobis oblationem , et hostiam . Deo in odorem Suauitatis . ad Ephe. 5 THE HOWRES FOR THE HOVR OF MATINES . The Versicle . LORD , by thy Sweet & Sauing SIGN , The Responsory . Defend us from our foes & Thine . ℣ . Thou shallt open my lippes , O LORD . ℟ . And my mouth shall shew forth thy Prayse . ℣ . O GOD make speed to saue me . ℟ . O LORD make hast to help me . GLORY be to the FATHER , and to the SON , and to the H. GHOST . As it was in the beginning , is now , & euer shall be , world without end . Amen . THE HYMN . THe wakefull Matines hast to sing , The vnknown sorrows of our king , The FATHER ' word & wisdom , made MAN , for man , by man's betraid ; The world's price sett to sale , & by the bold Merchants of Death & sin , is bought & sold . Of his Best Freinds ( yea of himself ) forsaken , By his worst foes ( because he would ) beseig'd & taken . The Antiphona . All hail , fair TREE . Whose Fruit we be . What song shall raise Thy seemly praise . Who broughtst to light Life out of death , Day out of night . The Versicle . Lo , we adore thee , Dread LAMB ! And bow thus low before thee ; The R●sponsor . 'Cause , by the couenant of thy CROSSE , Thou'hast sau'd at once the whole world's losse . The Prayer . O Lord IESV-CHRIST , son of the liuing GOD ! interpose , I pray thee , thine own pretious death , thy CROSSE & Passion , betwixt my soul & thy iudgment , now & in the hour of my death . And vouchsafe to graunt vnto me thy grace & mercy ; vnto all quick & dead , remission & rest ; to thy church peace & concord ; to vs sinners life & glory euerlasting . Who liuest and reignest with the FATHER , in the vnity of the HOLY GHOST , one GOD , world without end . Amen . FOR THE HOVR OF PRIME . The Versicle . Lord by thy sweet & sauing SIGN . The Responsor . Defend vs from our foes & thine . ℣ . Thou shalt open . ℟ . And my mouth . ℣ . O GOD make speed . ℟ . O LORD make hast . Glory be to . As it was in . THE HYMN . THe early PRIME blushes to say She could not rise so soon , as they Call'd Pilat vp ; to try if He Could lend them any cruelty . Their hands with lashes arm'd , their toungs with lyes . And loathsom spittle , blott those beauteous eyes , The blissfull springs of ioy ; from whose all-chearing Ray The fair starrs fill their wakefull fires the sun himfelfe drinks Day . The Antiphona . Victorious SIGN That now dost shine , Transcrib'd aboue Into the land of light & loue ; O let vs twine Our rootes with thine , That we may rise Vpon thy wings , & reach the skyes . The Versicle . Lo we adore thee Dread LAME ! and fall Thus low before thee The Responsor . 'Cause by the Conuenant of thy CROSSE Thou'hast sau'd at once the whole world's losse The Prayer . O Lrod IESV-CHRIST son of the liuing OOD ! interpofe , I pray thee , thine own pretious death , thy CROSSE & Passion , betwixt my soul & thy iudgment , now & in the hour of my death . And vouchsafe to graunt vnto me thy grace & mercy ; vnto all quick & dead , remission & rest ; to thy church peace & concord ; to vs sinners life & glory euerlasting . Who liuest and reignest with the FATHER , in the vnity of the HOLY GHOST , one GOD , world without end . Amen . THE THIRD . The Versicle . Lord , by thy sweet & sauing SIGN The Responsor . Defend vs from our foes & thine . ℣ . Thou shalt open . ℟ . And my mouth . ℣ . O GOD make speed . ℟ . O LORD make hast . ℣ . Glory be to . ℟ . As it was in the . THE HYMN . The Third hour's deafen'd with the cry Of crucify him , crucify . So goes the vote ( nor ask them , Why ? ) Liue Barabbas ! & let GOD dy . But there is witt in wrath , and they will try A HAIL more cruell them their crucify . For while in sport he weares a spitefull crown , The serious showres along his decent Face run sadly down . The Antiphona . CHRIST when he dy'd Deceiud the CROSSE ; And on death's side . Threw all the losse . The captiue world awak't , & found The prisoners loose , the Ialyor bound . The Versicle . Lo we adore thee Dread LAMB , & fall thus low before thee The Responsor . 'Cause by the conuenant of thy CROSSE Thou'hast sau'd at once the whole word's losse . The Prayer . O Lord IESV-CHRIST , son of the liuing GOD ! interpose , I pray thee , thine own pretious death , thy CROSSE & Passion , betwixt my soul & thy iudgment , now & in the hour of my death . And vouchsafe to graunt vnto me thy grace & mercy ; vnto all quick and dead , remission & rest ; to thy church peace & concord ; to vs sinners life & glory euerlasting . Who liuest and reignest with the FATHER , in the vnity of the HOLY GHOST , one GOD , vorld without end . Amen . THE SIXT . The Versicle . Lord by thy sweet & sauing SIGN , The Responsor . Defend vs from our foes & thine . ℣ . Thou shalt open . ℟ . And my mouth . ℣ . O GOD make speed . ℟ . O LORD make hast . ℣ . Glory be ℟ . As it was in THE HIMN . NOw is The noon of sorrow's night , High in his patience , as their spite . Lo the faint LAMB , with weary limb Beares that huge tree which must bear Him . That fatall plant , so great of fame For fruit of sorrow & of shame , Shall swell with both for HIM ; & mix All woes into one CRVCIFIX . Is tortur'd Thirst , it selfe , too sweet a cup ? GALL , & more bitter mocks , shall make it vp . Are NAILES blunt pens of superficiall smart ? Contempt & scorn can send sure wounds to search the inmost Heart . The Antiphona . O deare & sweet Dispute 'Twixt death's & Loue 's farr different FRVIT ! Different as farr As antidotes & poysons are . By that first fatall TREE Both life & liberty Were soldand slain ; By this they both look vp , & liue again . The Versicle . Lo we adore thee Dread LAMB ! & bow thus low before thee ; The Responsor . 'Cause by the conuenant of thy CROSSE . Thou'hast sau'd the world from certain losse . The Prayer . O Lord IESV-CHRIST , son of the liuing GOD ! interpose , I pray thee , thine own pretious death , thy CROSSE & Passion , betwixt my soul & thy iudgment , now & in the hour of my death . And vouchsafe to graunt vnto me thy grace & mercy ; vnto all quick & dead , remission & rest ; to thy church peace & concord ; to vs sinners life & glory euerlasting . Who liuest and reignest with the FATHER , in the vnity of the HOLY GHOST , one GOD , world without end . Amen . THE NINTH . The Versicle . Lord by thy sweet & sauing SIGN . The Responsor . Defend vs from our foes & thine . ℣ . Thou shalt open . ℟ . And my mouth . ℣ . O GOD make speed . ℟ . O LORD make hast . Glory be to . As it was in . THE HYMN . THe ninth with awfull horror hearkened to those groanes Which taught attention eu'n to rocks & stones . Hear , FATHER , hear ! thy LAMB ( at last ) complaines . Of some more painfull thing then all his paines . Then bowes his all-obedient head , & dyes His own lou's , & our sin 's GREAT SACRIFICE . The sun saw That ; And would haue seen no more The center shook . Her vselesse veil th' in glorious Temple tore , The Antiphona . O strange mysterious strife Of open DEATH & hidden LIFE ! When on the crosse my king did bleed , LIFE seem'd to dy , DEATH dy'd indeed . The Versicle . Lo we adore thee Deard LAMB ! and fall thus low before thee The Responsor . 'Cause by the conuenant of thy CROSSE Thou'hast sau'd at once the whole word's losse . The Prayer . O Lord IESV-CHRIST , son of the liuing GOD ! interpose , I pray thee , thine own pretious death , thy CROSSE & Passion , betwixt my soul & thy iudgment , now & in the hour of my death . And vouchsafe to graunt vnto me thy grace & mercy ; vnto all quick and dead , remission & rest ; to thy church peace & concord ; to vs sinners life & glory euerlasting . Who liuest and reignest with the FATHER , in the vnity of the HOLY GHOST , one GOD , world without end . Amen . EVENSONG . The Versicle . Lord , by thy sweet & sauing SIGN The Responsor . Defend vs from our foes & thine . ℣ . Thou shalt open . ℟ . And my mouth . ℣ . O GOD make speed . ℟ . O LORD make hast . ℣ . Glory be to . ℟ . As it was in the . THE HYMN . BVt there were Rocks would nor relent at This . Lo , for their own hearts , they rend his . Their deadly hate liues still ; & hath A wild reserue of wanton wrath ; Superfluous SPEAR ! But there 's à HEART stands by Will look no wounds be lost , no deaths shall dy . Gather now thy Greif's ripe FRVIT . Great mother-maid ! Then sitt thee down , & sing thine Eu'niong in the sad TREE's shade . The Antiphona . O sad , sweet TREE ! Wofull & ioyfull we Both weep & sing in shade of thee . When the dear NAILES did lock And graft into thy gracious Stock The hope ; the health , The worth , the wealth Of all the ransom'd WORLD , thou hadst the power ( In that propitious Hour ) To poise each pretious limb , And proue how light the World was , when it weighd with HIM . Wide maist thou spred Thine Armes ; And with thy bright & blisfull head O'relook all Libanus . Thy lofty crown The king himself is ; Thou his humble THRONS . Where yeilding & yet conquering he Prou'd a new path of patient Victory . When wondring death by death was slain , And our Captiuity his Captiue ta'ne . The Versicle . Lo we adore thee Dread LAMB ! & bow thus low before thee ; The Responsor . 'Cause by the conuenant of thy CROSSE . Thou'hast sau'd the world from certain losse . The Prayer . O lord IESV-CHRIST , son of the liuing , &c. 42. COMPLINE . The Versicle . Lord by thy sweet & sauing SIGN , The Responsor . Defend vs from our foes & thine . ℣ . Thou shalt open . ℟ . And my mouth . ℣ . O GOD make speed . ℟ . O LORD make hast . ℣ . Glory be ℟ . As it was in THE HIMN . THe Complin hour comes last , to call Vs to our own LIVE's funerall . Ah hartlesse task ! yet hope takes head ; And liues in Him that here lyes dead . Run , MARY , run ! Bring hither all the BLEST ARABIA , for thy Royall Phoenix'nest ; Pour on thy noblest sweets , Which , when they touch . This sweeter BODY , shall indeed be such . But must thy bed , lord , be a borow'd graue Who lend'st to all things All the LIFE they haue . O rather vse this HEART . thus farr a fitter STONE , 'Cause , though a hard & cold one , yet it is thine owne . Amen . The Antiphona . O saue vs then Mercyfull KING of men ! Since thou wouldst needs be thus A SAVIOVR , & at such à rate , for vs ; Saue vs , o saue vs , lord . We now will own no shorter wish , nor name a narrower word . Thy blood bids vs be bold . Thy Wounds giue vs fair hold . Thy Sorrows chide our shame . Thy Crosse , thy Nature , & thy name Aduance our claim And cry with one accord Saue them , o saue them , lord . EXPOSTVLATIO IESV XPI . Christi CVM VNDO INGRAT● SVM pulcher : at nemo tamen me diligit . Sum nobilis : nemo est mihi qui seruiat : Sum diues : a me nemo quicquam postulat . Et cuncta possum : nemo me tamen tinet . Aeternus exs● : quaeror a paucissinus . Prudensque sum : sed me quis est qui consulit ? Et sum via : at per me quotusquisque ambulat ? Sum veritas : quare mihi non creditur ? Sum vita : verum rarus est qui me petit . Sum vera lux : videre me neme cupit . Sum misericors : nullus fidem in me collocat . TV , si poris , non id mihi imputes , Homo : Salus ●ibi est a me parata : hac vtere . 〈…〉 ●●cud . THE RECOMMENDATION . These Houres , & that which houer's o're my END , Into thy hands , and hart , lord , I , commend . Take Both to Thine Account , that I & mine In that Hour , & in these , may be all thine . That as I dedicate my deuoutest BREATH To make a kind of LIFE for my lord's DEATH , So from his liuing , & life-giuing DEATH , My dying LIFE may draw a new , & neuer fleeting BREATH VPON THE H. SEPVLCHER . Here where our LORD once lay'd his Head , Now the graue lyes Buryed . VEXILLA REGIS , THE HYMN OF THE HOLY CROSSE . I. LOok vp , languisting Soul ! Lo where the fair BADG of thy faith calls back thy care , And biddes thee ne're forget Thy life is one long Debt Of loue to Him , who on this painfull TREE Paid back the flesh he took for thee . II. Lo , how the streames of life , from that full nest Of loues , thy lord 's too liberall brest , Flow in an amorous floud Of WATER wedding BLOOD . With these he wash't thy stain , transfer'd thy smart , And took it home to his own heart . III. But though great LOVE , greedy of such sad gain Vsurp't the Portion of THY pain , And from the nailes & spear Turn'd the steel point of fear , Their vse is chang'd , not lost ; and now they moue , Not stings of warth , but wounds of loue . IV. Tall TREE of life ! thy truth makes goo What was till now ne're vnderstood , Though the prophetick king Struck lowd his faithfull string . It was thy wood he meant should make the TRHONE For a more then SALOMON . V. Larg throne of loue ! Royally spred With purple of too Rich a red . Thy crime is too much duty ; Thy Burthen , too much beauty ; Glorious , or Greiuous more ? thus to make good Thy costly excellence with thy KING 's own BLOOD . VI . Euen ballance of both worlds ! our world of sin . And that of grace heaun way'd in HIM , Vs with our price thou weighed'st ; Our price for vs thou payed'st ; Soon as the right-hand scale reioyc't to proue How much Death weigh'd more light then loue . VII . Hail , our alone hope ! let thy fair head shoot Aloft ; and fill the nations with thy noble fruit . The while our hearts & we Thus graft our selues on thee ; Grow thou & they . And be thy fair increase The sinner's pardon & the iust man's peace . Liue , o for euer liue & reign The LAMB whom his own loue hath slain ! And let thy lost sheep liue to'inherit That KINGDOM which this CROSSE did merit . AMEN . TO OVR B. LORD VPON THE CHOISE OF HIS Sepulcher . How life & death in Thee Agree ! Thou hadst a virgin womb , And tomb . A IOSEPH did betroth Them both . CHARITAS NIMIA . OR THE DEAR BARGAIN . LOrd , what is man ? why should he coste thee So dear ? what had his ruin lost thee ? Lord what is man ? that thou hast ouerbought So much a thing of nought ? Loue is too kind , I see ; & can Make but à simple merchant man . 'T was for such sorry merchandise . Bold Painters haue putt out his Eyes . Alas , sweet lord , what wer 't to thee If there were no such wormes as we ? Heau'n ne're the lesse still heaun would be , Should Mankind dwell In the deep hell . What haue his woes to doe with thee ? Let him goe weep O're his own wounds ; SERAPHIMS will not sleep Nor spheares let fall their faithfull rounds . Still would The youthfull SPIRITS sing ; And still thy spatious Palace ring . Still would those beauteous ministers of light Burn all as bright , And bow their flaming heads before thee Still thrones & Dominations would adore thee Still would those euer wakefull sons of fire Keep warm thy prayse Both nights & dayes , And teach thy lou'd name to their noble lyre . Let froward Dust then doe it 's kind ; And giue it self for sport to the proud wind . Why should a peice of peeuish clay plead shares In the Aeternity of thy old cares ? Why shouldst you bow thy awfull Brest to see What mine own madnesses haue done with me ? Should not the king still keepe his throne Because some desperate Fool 's vndone ? Or will the world's Illustrious eyes Weep for euery worm that dyes ; Will the gallant sun E're the lesse glorious run ? Will he hang down his golden head Or e're the sooner seek his western bed , Because some foolish fly Growes wanton , & will dy ? If I were lost in misery , What was it to thy heaun & thee ? What was it to thy pretious blood If my foul Heart call'd for a floud ? What if my faithlesse soul & I Would needs fall in With guilt & sin , What did the Lamb , that he should dy ? What did the lamb , that he should need ? When the wolf sins , himself to bleed ? If my base lust , Bargain'd with Death & well-beseeming dust Why should the white Lamb's bosom write The purple name Of my sin's shame ? Why should his vnstaind brest make good My blushes with his own heart-blood ? O my SAVIOVR , make me see How dearly thou hast payd for me That lost again my LIFE may proue As then in DEATH , so now in loue . SANCTA MARIA DOLORVM OR THE MOTHER OF SORROWS . A Patheticall descant vpon the deuout Plainsong OF STABAT MATER DOLOROSA . SANCTA MARIA DOLORVM . I. IN shade of death's sad TREE Stood Dolefull SHEE . Ah SHE ! now by none other Name to be known , alas , but SORROW's NOTHER ▪ Before her eyes Her's , & the whole world's ioyes , Hanging all torn she sees ; and in his woes And Paines , her Pangs & throes . Each wound of His , from euery Part , All , more at home in her one heart . II What kind of marble than Is that cold man Who can look on & see , Nor keep such noble sorrowes company ? Sure eu'en from you ( My Flints ) some drops are due To see so many vnkind swords contest So fast for one soft Brest . While with a faithfull , mutuall , floud Her eyes bleed TEARES , his wounds weep BLOOD . III. O costly intercourse Of deaths , & worse Diuided loues . While son & mother Discourse alternate wounds to one another ; Quick Deaths that grow And gather , as they come & goe : His Nailes write swords in her , which soon her heart Payes back , with more then their own smart Her SWORDS , still growingt with his pain , Turn SPEARES , & straight come home again IV. She sees her son , her GOD , Bow with à load Of borrowd sins ; And swimme In woes that were not made for Him . Ah hard command Of loue ! Here must she stand Charg'd to look on , & with à stedfast ey See her life dy : Leauing her only so much Breath As serues to keep aliue her death . V. O Mother turtle-doue ! Soft sourse of loue That these dry lidds might borrow Somthing from thy full Seas of sorrow ! O in that brest Of thine ( the nobest nest Both of loue's fires & flouds ) might I recline This hard , cold , Heart of mine ! The chill lump would relent , & proue Soft subject for the seige of loue . VI . O teach those wounds to bleed In me ; me , so to read This book of loues , thus writ In lines of death , my life may coppy it With loyall cares . O let me , here , claim shares ; Yeild somthing in thy sad praerogatiue ( Great Queen of greifes ) & giue Me too my teares ; who , though all stone , Think much that thou shouldst mourn alone . VII . Yea let my life & me Fix here with thee , And at the Humble foot Of this fair TREE take our etertall root . That so we may At least be in loues way ; And in these chast warres while the wing'd wounds flee So fast'twixt him & thee , My brest may catch the kisse of some kind dart , Though as at second hand , from either heart . VIII . O you , your own best Darts Dear , dolefull hearts ! Hail ; & strike home & make me see That wounded bosomes their own weapons be . Come wounds ! come darts ! Nail'd hands ! & peirced hearts ! Come your whole selues , sorrow's great son & mother ! Nor grudge à vonger-Brother Of greifes his portion , who ( had all their due ) One single wound should not haue left for you . IX . Shall I , sett there So deep a share ( Dear wounds ) & onely now In sorrows draw no Diuidend with you ? O be more wise Is not more soft , mine eyes ! Flow , tardy founts ! & into decent showres Dissolue my Dayes & Howres . And if thou yet ( faint soul ! ) deferr To bleed with him , fail not to weep with her . X. Rich Queen , lend some releife ; At least an almes of greif To'a heart who by sad right of sin Could proue the whole sūme ( too sure ) due to him . By all those stings Of loue , sweet bitter things , Which these torn hands transcrib'd on thy true heart O teach mine too the art To study him so , till we mix Wounds ; and become one crucifix . XI . O let me suck the wine So long of this chast vine Till drunk of the dear wounds , I be A lost Thing to the world , , as it to me . O faithfull freind Of me & of my end ! Fold vp my life in loue ; and lay 't beneath My dear lord's vitall death . Lo , heart , thy hope 's whole Plea ! Her pretious Breath Powr'd out in prayrs for thee ; thy lord 's in death . VPON THE BLEEDING CRVCIFIX A SONG . I. IEsu , no more ! It is full tide ▪ From thy head & from thy feet , From thy hands & from thy side All the purple Riuers meet . II. What need thy fair head bear a part In showres , as if thine eyes had none ? What need They help to drown thy heart , That striues in torrents of it's own ? III. Thy restlesse feet now cannot goe For vs & our eternall good . As they were euer wont . What though ? They swimme . Alas , in their own floud . IV. Thy hands to giue , thou canst not lift ; Yet will thy hand still giuing be . It giues but ô , it self 's the gift . It giues though bound ; though bound'tis free . V. But ô thy side , thy deep-digg'd side ! That hath a double Nilus going . Nor euer was the pharian tide Half so fruitfull , half so flowing . VI . No hair so small , but payes his riuer To this red sea of thy blood Their little channells can deliuer Somthing to the Generall floud . VII . But while I speak , whither are run All the riuers nam'd before ? I counted wrong . There is but one ; But ô that one is one all ore . VIII . Rain-swoln riuers may rise proud , Bent all to drown & ouerflow . But when indeed all 's ouerflow'd They themselues are drowned too . IX . This thy blood's deluge , a dire chance Dear LORD to thee , to vs is found A deluge of Deliuerance ; A deluge least we should be drown'd N'ere wast thou in a sense so sadly true , The WELL of liuing WATERS , Lord , till now . VPON THE CROWNE OF THORNS TAKEN DOWNE From the head of our Bl. LORD , all Bloody . KNow'st thou This , Souldier ? 'T is à much-chang'd plant which yet . Thy selfe didst sett . O who so hard a Husbandman did euer find ; A soile so kind ? Is not the soile a kind one , which returnes Roses for Thrones ? VPON THE BODY OF OVR BL. LORD , NAKED AND BLOODY . THey ' haue left thee naked , LORD , O that they had ! This garment too I would they had deny'd . Thee with thy self they haue too richly clad ; Opening the purple wardrobe in thy side . O neuer could there be garment too good ▪ For thee to wear , But this , of thine own Blood . THE HYMN OF SANITE THOMAS IN ADORATION OF THE BLESSED SACRAMENT . Ecce panis angelorū ADORO TE WIth all the powres my poor Heart hath Of humble loue & loyall Faith , Thus lowe ( my hidden life ! ) I bow to thee Whom too much loue hath bow'd more low for me . Down down , proud sense ! Discourses dy . Keep close , my soul 's inquiring ey ! Nor touch nor tast must look for more But each sitt still in his own Dore . Your ports are all superfluous here , Saue That which lets in faith , the eare . Faith is my skill . Faith can beleiue As fast as loue new lawes can giue . Faith is my force . Faith strength affords To keep pace with those powrfull words . And words more sure , more sweet , then they Loue could not think , truth could not say . O let thy wretch find that releife Thou didst afford the faithfull theife . Plead for me , loue ! Alleage & show That faith has farther , here , to goe And lesse to lean on . Because than Though hidd as GOD , wounds writt thee man , Thomas might touch ; None but might see At least the suffring side of thee ; And that too was thy self which thee did couer , But here eu'n That 's hid too which hides the other . Sweet , consider then , that I Though allow'd not hand nor eye To reach at thy lou'd Face ; nor can Tast thee GOD , or touch thee MAN Both yet beleiue ; And wittnesse thee My LORD too & my GOD , as lowd as He. Help , lord , my Hope increase ; And fill my portion in thy peace . Giue loue for life ; nor let my dayes Grow , but in new powres to thy name & praise . O dear memoriall of that Death Which liues still , & allowes vs breath ! Rich , Royall food ! Bountyfull BREAD ! Whose vse denyes vs to the dead ; Whose vitall gust alone can giue The same leaue both to eat & liue ; Liue euer Bread of loues , & be My life , my soul , my surer selfe to mee . O soft self-wounding Pelican ! Whose brest weepes Balm for wounded man . Ah this way bend thy benign floud To'a bleeding Heart that gaspes for blood . That blood , whose least drops soueraign be To wash my worlds of sins from me . Come loue ! Come LORD ! & that long day For which I languish , come away . When this dry soul those eyes shall see , And drink the vnseal'd sourse of thee . When Glory's sun faith's shades shall chase , And for thy veil giue me thy FACE . AMEN . LAVDA SION SALVATOREM . THE HYMN . FOR THE BL . SACRAMENT . I. RIse , Royall SION ! rise & sing Thy soul's kind shepheard , thy hart 's KING ▪ Stretch all thy powres ; call if you can Harpes of heaun to hands of man . This soueraign subject sitts aboue The best ambition of thy loue . II. Lo the BREAD of LIEE , this day 's Triumphant Text , prouokes thy prayse . The liuing & life-giuing bread , To the great twelue distributed When LIFE , himself , at point to dy Of loue , was his own LEGACY . III. Come , loue ! & let vs work a song Lowd & pleasant , sweet & long ; Let lippes & Hearts lift high the noise Of so iust & solemn ioyes , Which on his white browes this bright day Shall hence for euer bear away . IV. Lo the new LAW of a new LORD . With a new Lamb blesses the Board . The aged Pascha pleads not yeares But spyes loue's dawn , & disappeares . Types yeild to TRVTHES ; shades shrink away ; And their NIGHT dyes into our Day . V. But lest THAT dy too , we are bid . Euer to doe what he once did . And by à mindfull , mystick breath That we may liue , reuiue his DEATH ▪ With a well-bles't bread & wine . Transsum'd , & taught to turn diuine . VI . The Heaun-instructed house of FAITH Here a holy Dictate hath That they but lend their Form & face , Themselues with reuerence leaue their place Nature , & name , to be made good . By'a nobler Bread , more needfull BLOOD . VII . Where nature's lawes no leaue will giue , Bold FAITH takes heart , & dares beleiue In different species , name not things Himself to me my SAVIOVR brings , As meat in That , as Drink in this ; But still in Both one CHRIST he is . VIII . The Receiuing Mouth here makes Non wound nor breach in what he takes . Let one , or one THOVSAND be Here Diuiders , single he Beares home no lesse , all they no more , Nor leaue they both lesse then before . IX . Though in it self this SOVERAIN FEAST Be all the same to euery Guest , Yet on the same ( life-meaning ) Bread The child of Death eates himself Dead . Nor is 't loue's fault , but sin's dire skill That thus from LIFE can DEATH distill . X. When the blest signes thou broke shall see , Hold but thy Faith intire as he Who , howsoe're clad , cannot come Lesse then whole CHRIST in euery crumme . In broken formes à stable FAITH Vntouch't her pretious TOTALL hath . XI . Lo the life-food of ANGELLS then Bow'd to the lowly mouths of men ! The children's BREAD ; the Bridegroom's WINE . Not to be cast to dogges , or swine . XII . Lo , the full , finall , SACRIEICE On which all figures fix't their eyes . The ransom'd ISACK , & his ramme ; The MANNA , & the PASCHAL Lamb . XIII . IESV MASTER , Iust & true ! Our FOOD , & faithfull SHEPHARD too ? O by thy self vouchsafe to keep , As with thy selfe thou feed'st thy SHEEP . XIV . O let that loue which thus makes thee Mix with our low Mortality , Lift our lean Soules , & sett vs vp Convictors of thine own full cup , Coheirs of SAINTS . That so all may Drink the same wine ; and the same WAY . Nor chang the PASTVRE , but the PLACE ; To feed of THEE in thine own FACE . AMEN . DIES IRAE DIES ILLA . THE HYMN . OF THE CHVRCH , IN MEDITATION OF THE DAY OF IVDGMENT . I. HEars't thou , my soul , with serious things Both the Psalm and sybyll sings Of a sure iudge , from whose sharp Ray The world in flames shall fly away . II. O that fire ! before whose face Heaun & earth shall find no place . O those eyes ! whose angry light Must be the day of that dread Night . III. O that trump ! whose blast shall rnn An euen round with the circling Sun . And vrge the murmuring graues to bring Pale mankind forth to meet his king . IV. Horror of nature , hell & Death ! When a deep Groan from beneath Shall cry we come , we come & all The caues of night answer one call V. O that Book ! whose leaues so bright Will sett the world in seuere light . O that Iudge ! whose hand , whose eye None can indure ; yet none can fly VI . Ah then , poor soul , what wilt thou say ? And to what Patron chuse to pray ? When starres themselues shall stagger ; and The most firm foot no more then stand . VII . But thou giu'st leaue ( dread Lord ) that we Take shelter from thy self , in thee ; And with the wings of thine own doue Fly to thy scepter of soft loue . VIII . Dear , remember in that Day Who was the cause thou cams't this way . Thy sheep was stray'd ; And thou wouldst be Euen lost thy self in seeking me . IX . Shall all that labour , all that cost Of loue , and eu'n that losse , be lost ? And this lou'd soul , iudg'd worth no lesse Then all that way , and wearynesse ? X. Iust mercy then , thy Reckning be With my price , & not with me 'T was pay'd at first with too much pain , To be pay'd twice ; or once , in vain . XI . Mercy ( my iudge ) mercy I cry With blushing Cheek & bleeding ey , The conscious colors of my sin Are red without & pale within . XII . O let thine own soft bowells pay Thy self ; And so discharge that day . If sin can sigh , loue can forgiue . O say the word my Soul shall liue . XIII . Those mercyes which thy MARY found Or who thy crosse confes't & crown'd , Hope tells my heart , the same loues be Still aliue ; and still for me . XIV . Though both my Prayres & teares combine , Both worthlesse are ; For they are mine . But thou thy bounteous self still be ; And show thou art , by sauing me . XV . O when thy last Frown shall proclaim The flocks of goates to folds of flame , And all thy lost sheep found shall be , Let come ye blessed then call me . XVI . When the dread ITE shall diuide Those Limbs of death from thy left side , Let those life-speaking lipps command That I inheritt thy right hand . XVII . O hear a suppliant heart ; all crush't And crumbled into contrite dust . My hope , my fear ! my Iudge , my Friend ! Take charge of me , & of my END . S. MARIA MAIOR . Dilecius meus mihi et ego illi ▪ qui pascitur inter lilia . 〈…〉 . THE HIMN O GLORIOSA DOMINA . HAil , most high , most humble one ! Aboue the world ; below thy SON Whose blush the moon beauteously marres And staines the timerous light of stares . He that made all things , had not done Till he had made Himself thy son The whole world's host would be thy guest And board himself at thy rich BREST . O boundles Hospitality ! The FEAST of all thing feeds on the . The first Eue , mother of our FALL , E're she bore any one , slew all . Of Her vnkind gift might we haue The inheritance of a hasty GRAVE ; Quick burye'd in the wanton TOMB Of one forbidden bitt ; Had not à Better FRVIT forbidden it . Had not thy healthfull womb The world's new eastern window bin And giuen vs heau'n again , in giuing HIM . Thine was the Rosy DAWN that sprung the Day Which renders all the starres she stole away . Let then the Aged world be wise , & all Proue nobly , here , vnnaturall . 'T is gratitude to forgett that other And call the maiden Eue their morher . Yee redeem'd Nations farr & near , Applaud your happy selues in her , ( All you to whom this loue belongs ) And keep 't aliue with lasting songs . Let hearts & lippes speak lowd ; and say Hail , door of life : & sourse of day ! The door was shutt , the fountain seal'd ; Yet LIGHT was seen & LIFE reueald . The fountain seald , yet life found way . Glory to thee , great virgin's son In bosom of thy FATHER's blisse . The same to thee , sweet SPIRIT be done ; As euer shall be , was , & is . AMEN . IN THE GLORIOVS ASSVMPTION OF OVR BLESSED LADY . THE HYMN . HArk ! she is call'd , the parting houre is come Take thy Farewell , poor world ! heaun must goe home . A peice of heau'nly earth ; Purer & brighter Then the chast starres , whose choise lamps come to light her While through the crystall orbes , clearer then they She climbes ; and makes afarre more milkey way . She 's calld . Hark , how the dear immortall doue Sighes to his syluer mate rise vp , my loue ! Rise vp , my fair , my spottlesse one ! The winter's past , the rain is gone . The spring is come , the flowrs appear No sweets , but thou , are wanting here . Come away , my loue ! Come away , my doue ! cast off delay , The court of heau'n is come To wait vpon thee home ; Come come away ! The flowrs appear . Or quickly would , wert thou once here The spring is come , or if it stay , 'T is to keep time with thy delay . The rain is gone , except so much as we Detain in needfull teares to weep the want of thee . The winter's past . or if he make lesse hast , His answer is , why she does so . If sommer come not , how can winter goe . Come away , come away . The shrill winds chide , the waters weep thy stay ; The fountains murmur ; & each lofty est three . Bowes low'st his heauy top , to look for thee . Come away , my loue . Come away , my doue &c. She 's call'd again . And will she goe ? When heaun bidds come , who can say no ? Heaun calls her , & she must away . Heaun will not , & she cannot stay . GOE then ; goe GLORIOVS . On the golden wings Of the bright youth of heaun , that sings Vnder so sweet a Burthen . Goe , Since thy dread son will haue it so . And while thou goest , our song & we Will , as we may , reach after thee . HAIL , holy Queen of humble hearts ! We in thy prayse will haue our parts . Thy pretious name shall be . Thy self to vs ; & we With holy care will keep it by vs . We to the last Will hold it fast And no ASSVMPTION shall deny vs . All the sweetest showres Of our fairest flowres Will we strow vpon it . Though our sweets cannot make It sweeter , they can take Themselues new sweetnes from it . MARIA , men & Angels sing MARIA , mother of our KING . LIVE , rosy princesse , LIVE . And may the bright Crown of a most incomparable light Embrace thy radiant browes . O may the best Of euerlasting ioyes bath thy white brest . LIVE , our chast loue , the holy mirth Of heaun ; the humble pride of earth . Liue , ctown of woemen ; Queen of men . Liue mistresse of our song . And when Our weak desires haue done their brest , Sweet Angels come , and sing the rest . SANITE MARY MAGDALENE OR THE WEEPER . Loe where à WOVNDED HEART with Bleeding EYES conspire . Is she a FLAMING Fountain , or a Weeping fire ! THE WEEPER . I. HAil , sister springs ! Parents of syluer-footed rills ! Euer bubling things ! Thawing crystall ! snowy hills , Still spending , neuer spent ! I mean Thy fair eyes , sweet MAGDALENE ! II. Heauens thy fair eyes be ; Heauens of euer-falling starres . 'T is seed-time still with thee And starres thou sow'st , whose haruest dares Promise the earth to counter shine Whateuer makes heaun's forhead fine . III. But we' are deceiued all . Starres indeed they are too true ; For they but seem to fall , As Heaun's other spangles doe . It is not for our earth & vs To shine in Things so pretious . IV. Vpwards thou dost weep . Heaun's bosome drinks the gentle stream . Where th'milky riuers creep , Thine floates aboue ; & is the cream . Waters aboue th'Heauns , what they be We' are taught best by thy TEARES & thee . V. Euery morn from hence A brisk Cherub somthing sippes Whose sacred influence Addes sweetnes to his sweetest Lippes . Then to his musick . And his song Tasts of this Breakfast all day long . VI . Not in the euening 's eyes When they Red with weeping are For the Sun that dyes , Sitts sorrow with a face so fair , No where but here did euer meet Sweetnesse so sad , sadnesse so sweet . VII . When sorrow would be seen In her brightest majesty ( For she is a Queen ) Then is she drest by none but thee . Then , & only then , she weares Her proudest pearles ; I mean , thy TEARES . VIII . The deaw no more will weep The prim rose's pale cheek to deck , The deaw no more will sleep Nuzzel'd in the lilly's neck ; Much reather would it be thy TEAR . And leaue them Both to tremble here . IX . There 's no need at all That the balsom-sweating bough So coyly should let fall His med'cinable teares ; for now Nature hath learn't tos'extract a deaw More soueraign & sweet from you . X. Yet let the poore drops weep ( weeping is the ease of woe ) Softly let them creep , Sad that they , are vanquish't so . They , though to others no releife , balsom maybe , for their own greife . XI . Such the maiden gemme By the purpling vine put on , Peeps from her parent stemme And blushes at the bridegroomes sun . This watry Blossom of thy eyn , Ripe , will make the richer wine . XII . When some new bright Guest Takes vp among the starres a room , And Heaun will make a feast , Angels with crystall violls come And deaw from these full eyes of thine Their master's Water : their own Wine . XIII . Golden though he be , Golden Tagus murmures tho ; Were his way by thee , Content & quiet he would goe . So much more rich would he esteem Thy syluer , then his golden stream . XIV . Well does the May that lyes Smiling in thy cheeks , confesse The April in thine eyes . Mutuall sweetnesse they expresse . No April ere lent kinder showres , Nor May return'd more faithfull flowres . XV . O ckeeks ! Bedds of chast loues By your own showres seasonably dash't Eyes ! nests of milky doues . In your own wells decently washt , O wit of loue ! that thus could place Fountain & Garden in one face . O sweet Contest ; of woes . With loues , of teares with smiles disputing ! O fair , & Freindly Foes , Each other kissing & confuting ! While rain & sunshine , Cheekes & Eyes Close in kind contrarietyes . XVII . But can these fair Flouds be Freinds with the bosom fires that fill you ! Can so great flames agree Aeternall Teares should thus distill thee ! O flouds , o fires ! o suns ô showres ! Mixt & made freinds by loue's sweet powres . XVIII . T was his well-pointed dart That digg'd these wells , & drest this wine ; And taught the wounded HEART The way into these weeping Eyn . Vain loues auant ! bold hands forbear ! The lamb hath dipp't his white foot here . XIX . And now where're he strayes , Among the Galilean mountaines , Or more vnwellcome wayes , He 's follow'd by two faithfull fountaines ; Two walking baths ; two weeping motions ; Portable , & compendious oceans . XX . O Thou , thy lord's fair store ! In thy so rich & rare expenses , Euen when he show'd most poor , He might prouoke the wealth of Princes . What Prince's wanton'st pride e're could Wash with Syluer , wipe with Gold . XXI . Who is that King , but he Who calls't his Crown to be call'd thine , That thus can boast to be Waited on by a wandring mine , A voluntary mint , that strowes Warm syluer shoures where're he goes ! XXII . O pretious Prodigall ! Fair spend-thrift of thy self ! thy mea●ure ( mercilesse loue ! ) is all . Euen to the last Pearle in thy threasure . All places , Times , & obiects be Thy teare's sweet opportunity XXIII . Does the day-starre rise ? Still thy starres doe fall & fall Does day close his eyes ? Still the FOVNTAIN weeps for all . Let night or day doe what they will , Thou hast thy task ▪ thou weepest still . XXIV . Does thy song lull the air ? Thy falling teares keep faith full time . Does thy sweet-breath'd paire Vp in clouds of incense climb ? Still at each sigh , that is , each stop , A bead , that is , A TEAR , does drop , XXV . At these thy weeping gates , ( Watching their watry motion ) Each winged moment waits . Takes his TEAR , & gets him gone . By thine Ey's tinct enobled thus Time layes him vp ; he 's pretious . XXVI . Not , so long she liued , Shall thy tomb report of thee ; But , so long she greiued , Thus must we date thy memory . Others by moments , months , & yeares . Measure their ages ; thou , by TEARES . XXVIII . So doe perfumes expire . So sigh tormented sweets , opprest With proud vnpittying fires . Such Teares the suffring Rose that 's vext With vngentle flames does shed , Sweating in a too warm bed . XXVIII . Say , the bright brothers , The fugitiue sons of those fair Eyes Your fruitfull mothers ! What make you here ? what hopes can tice You to be born ? what cause can borrow You from Those nests of noble sorrow ? XXIX . Whither away so ●●st ? For sure the sordid ●●●th Your Sweetnes cannot ta●●● Nor does the dust deserue their birth , 〈◊〉 whither hast you then ? o say Why you trip so fast away ? XXX . We goe not to seek , The darlings of Auroras bed ▪ The rose's modest Cheek Nor the violet's humble head . Though the Feild's eyes too WEEPERS be Because they want such TEARES as we . XXXI . Much lesse mean we to trace The Fortune of inferior gemmes , Preferr'd to some proud face Or pertch't vpon fear'd Diadems . Crown'd Heads are toyes . We goe to meet A worthy object , our lord's FEET . A HYMN TO THE NAME AND HONOR OF THE ADMIRABLE SANITE TERESA , FOVNDRESSE of the Reformation of the Discalced CARMELITES , both men & Women ; A WOMAN for Angelicall heigth of speculation , for Masculine courage of performance , more then a woman . WHO Yet a child , out ran maturity , and durst plott a Martyrdome ; Le Vray portraict de S. te Terese Fondatrice des Religieuses ▪ & Religieux refermez de l'ordre de N. Dame du mont Carmel . Decedee le 4● Octo. 158● . Canonisee le 12● . Mars , 1622. 〈…〉 excudit THE HYMNE . LOue , thou art Absolute sole lord OF LIFE & DEATH . To proue the word . Wee 'l now appeal to none of all Those thy old Souldiers , Great & tall , Ripe Men of Martyrdom , that could reach down With strong armes , their triumphant crown ; Such as could with lusty breath Speak lowd into the face of death Their Great LORD's glorious name , to none Of those whose spatious Bosomes spread a throne For LOVE at larg to fill , spare blood & sweat ; And see him take a priuate seat , Making his mansion in the mild And milky soul of a soft child Scarse has she learn't to lisp the name Of Martyr ; yet she thinks it shame Life should so long play with that breath Which spent can buy so braue a death . She neuer vndertook to know What death with loue should haue to doe ; Nor has she e're yet vnderstood Why to show loue , she should shed blood Yet though she cannot tell you why , She can LOVE , & she can DY . Scarse has she Blood enough to make Aguilty sword blush for her sake ; Yet has she'a HEART dares hope to proue How much lesse strong is DEATH then LOVE . Be loue but there ; let poor six yeares Be pos'd with the maturest Feares Man trembles at , you staight shall find LOVE knowes no nonage , nor the MIND . 'T is LOVE , not YEARES or LIMBS that can Make the Martyr , or the man . LOVE touch't her HEART , & lo it beates High , & burnes with such braue heates ; Such thirsts to dy , as dares drink vp , A thousand cold deaths in one cup . Good reason . For she breathes All fire . Her what brest heaues with strong desire Of what she may with fruitles wishes Seek for amongst her MOTHER's hisles . Since 't is not to be had at home She 'l trauail to à Maryrdom . No home for hers confesses she But where she may à Martyr be . Sh'el to the Moores ; And trade with them , For this vnualued Diad●m . She 'l offer them her dearest Breath , With CHRIST's Name in 't , in change for death . Sh'el bargain with them ; & will giue Them GOD ; teach them how to liue In him : or , if they this deny , For him she 'l teach them how to DY . So shall she leaue amongst them sown Her LORD's Blood ; or at lest her own . FAREWEL then , all the world ! Adieu . TERESA is no more for you . Farewell , all pleasures , sports , & ioyes , ( Neuer till now esteemed toyes ) MOTHER's armes or FATHER's knee Farewell house , & farewell home ! SHE 's for the Moores , & MARTYRDOM . SWEET , not so fast ! lo thy fair Spouse Whom thou seekst with so swift vowes , Calls thee back , & bidds thee come T' embrace a milder MARTYRDOM Blest powres forbid , Thy tender life Should bleed vpon a barborous knife ; Or some base hand haue power to race Thy Brest 's chast cabmet , & vncase A soul kept there so sweet , ô no ; Wise heaun will neuer haue it so THOV art love's victime ; & must dy A death more mysticall & high . Into loue 's armes thou shalt let fall A still-suruiuing funerall . His is the DART must make the DEATH Whose stroke shall tast thy hallow'd breath ; A Dart thrice dip't in that rich flame Which writes thy spouse's radiant Name Vpon the roof of Heau'n ; where ay It shines , & with a soueraign ray Beates bright vpon the burning faces Of soules which in that name 's sweet graces Find euerlasting smiles . So rare , So spirituall , pure , & fair Must be th' immortall instrument Vpon whose choice point shall be sent A life so lou'd ; And that there be Fitt executioners for Thee . The fair'st & first-born sons of fire Blest SERAPHIM , shall leaue their quire And turn loue's souldiers , vpon THEE To exercise their archerie . O how oft shalt thou complain Of a sweet & subtle PAIN . Of intolerable IOYES ; Of a DEATH , in which who dyes Loues his death , and dyes ag●in . And would for euer so be slain . And liues , & dyes ; and knowes not why To liue , But that he thus may neuer leaue to DY . How kindly will thy gentle HEART Kisse the sweettly-killing DART ! And close in his embraces keep Those delicious Wounds , that weep Balsom to heal themselues with thus When These thy DEATHS , so numerous , Shall all at l●st dy into one , And melt thy Soul's sweet mansion ; Like a soft lump of incense , hasted By too hott a fire , & wasted Into perfuming clouds , so fast Shalt thou exhale to Heaun at last In a resoluing SIGH , and then O what ? Ask not the Tongues of men . Angells cannot tell , suffice , Thy selfe shall feel thine own full ioyes And hold them fast for euer there So soon as you first appear , The MOON of maiden starrs , thy white MISTRESSE , attended by such bright Soules as thy shining self , shall come And in her first rankes make thee room ; Where mongst her snowy family Immortall well comes wait for thee . O what delight , when reueal'd LIEF shall stand And teach thy lipps heau'n with his hand ; On which thou now maist to thy wishes Heap vp thy consecrated kisses . What ioyes shall seize thy soul , when she Bending her blessed eyes on thee ( Those second Smiles of Heau'n ) shall dart Her mild rayes through thy melting heart ! Angels , thy old freinds , there shall greet thee Glad at their own home now to meet thee . All thy good WORKES which went before And waited for thee , at the door , Shall own thee there ; and all in one We●ue a constellation Of CROWNS , with which the KING thy spouse Shall build vp thy triumphant browes . All thy old woes shall now smile on thee And thy paines si●t bright vpon thee All thy SVFFRINGS be diuine . TEARES shall take comfort , & turn gemms And WRONGS repent to Di●demms . Eu'n thy DEATH shall liue ; & new Dresse the soul that erst they slew . Thy wounds shall blush to such bright scarres As keep account of the LAMB's warres . Those rare WORKES where thou shalt leaue writt ▪ Loue's noble history , with witt Taught thee by none but him , while here They feed our soules , shall cloth THINE there . Each heaunly word by whose hid flame Our hard Hearts sh●ll strike fire , the same Shall flourish on thy browes ▪ & be Both fire to vs & flame to thee ; Whose light shall liue bright in thy FACE By glory , in our hearts by grace . Thou shalt look round about , & see Thousands of crown'd Soules throng to be Themselues thy crown . Sons of thy vowes The virgin-births with which thy soueraign spouse Made fruitfull thy fair soul , goe now And with them all about thee bow To Him , put on ( hee 'l say ) put on ( My rosy loue ) That thy rich zone Sparkling with the sacred flames Of thousand soules , whose happy names Heau'n keep vpon thy score . ( Thy bright Life brought them first to kisse the light That kindled them to starrs . ) and so Thou with the LAMB , thy lord , shalt goe ; And whereso'ere he setts his white Stepps , walk with HIM those wayes of light Which who in death would liue to see , Must learn in life to dy like thee . AN APOLOGIE . FOR THE FORE-GOING HYMEN as hauing been writt when the author was yet among the protestantes . THus haue I back again to thy bright name ( Fair floud of holy fires ! ) transfus'd the flame I took from reading thee , t is to thy wrong I know , that in my weak & worthlesse song Thou here art sett to shine where thy full day Scarse dawnes . O pardon if I dare to say Thine own dear bookes are guilty . For from thence I learn't to know that loue is eloquence . That hopefull maxime gaue me hart to try If , what to other tongues is tun'd so high , Thy praise might not speak English too ; forbid ( By all thy mysteryes that here ly hidde ) Forbid it , mighty Loue ! let no fond Hate Of names & wordes , so farr praeiudicate . Souls are not SPANIARDS too , one freindly floud Of BAPTISM blends them all into a blood . CHRIST's faith makes but one body of all soules And loue 's that body's soul , no law controwlls Our free traffique for heau'n we may maintaine Peace , sure , with piety , though it come from SPAIN . What soul so e're , in any language , can Speak heau'n like her's is my souls country-man . O'tis not spanish , but'tis heau'n she speaks ! 'T is heau'n that lyes in ambush there , & bre●ks From thence into the wondring reader's brest ; Who feels his warm HEART into a nest Of little EAGLES & young loues , whose high Fli●hts scorn the lazy dust , & things that dy . There are now whose draughts ( as deep as hell ) drink vp●l SPAIN in sack . Let my soul swell With thee , strong wine of loue ! let others swimme In puddles ; w● w●ll pledge this SERAPHIM B●wles full of richer blood then blush of grape W●s euer guilty of , Change we too 'our shape ( My soul , ) Some drink from men to beasts , o then Drink we till we proue more , nor lesse , then men , ' And turn not beasts , but Angels . Let the king Me euer into these his cellars bring Where flowes such wine as we can haue of none But HIM who trod the wine presse all alone Wine of youth , life , & the sweet Deaths of loue ; W●ne of immortall mixture ; which can proue I●'● Tincture from the rosy nectar ; wine That can ex●l weak EARTH ; & so refine O●r dust that at one draught , mortality May drink it self vp , and forget to dy . THE FLAMING HEART VPON THE BOOK AND Picture of the seraphicall saint , TERESA , ( AS SHE IS VSVALLY EXpressed with a SERAPHIM biside her . ) WEll meaning readers ! you that come as freinds And catch the pretious name this peice pretends ; Make not too much hast to'admire That fair-cheek't fallacy of fire . That is a SERAPHIM , they say And this the great TERESIA . Readers , be rul'd by me ; & make Here a well-plac't & wise mistake You must transpose the picture quite , And spell it wrong to read it right ; Read HIM for her , & her for him ; And call the SAINT the SERAPHIM . Pa●nter , what didst thou vnderstand To put her dart into his hand ! See , euen the yeares & size of him Sh●wes this the mother SERAPHIM . This is the mistresse flame ; & duteous he Her happy fire-works , here , comes down to see O most poor-spirited of men ! Had thy cold Pencil kist her PEN Thou couldst not so vnkindly err To show vs This faint shade for HER Why man , this speakes pure mortall frame ; And mockes with female FROST loue's manly flame . One would suspect thou meant'st to print Some weak , inferiour , woman saint . But had thy pale-fac't purple took Fire from the burning checks of that bright Booke Thou wouldst on her haue heap't vp all That could be found SERAPHICALL ; What e're this youth of fire weares fair , Rosy fingers , radiant hair , Glowing cheek , & glistering wings , All those fair & flagrant things , But before all , that fiery DART Had fill'd the Hand of this great HEART . Doe then as equall right requires , Since HIS the blushes be , & her 's the fires , Resume & rectify thy rude design ; Vndresse thy Seraphim into MINE . Redeem this iniury of thy art ; Giue HIM the vail , giue her the dart . Giue Him the vail ; that he may couer The Red cheeks of a riuall'd louer . Asham'd that our world , now , can show Nests of new Seraphims here below . Giue her the DART for it is she ( Fair youth ) shootes both thy shaft & THEE Say , all ye wise & well-peire't hearts That liue & dy amidst her darts , What is 't your tastfull spirits doe proue In that rare life of Her , and loue ? Say & bear wittnes . Sends she not A SERAPHIM at euery shott ? What magazins of immortall ARMES there shine ! Heaun's great artillery in each loue-spun line . Giue then the dart to her who giues the flame ; Giue him the veil , who giues the shame . But if it be the frequent fate Of worst faults to be fortunate ; If all 's praescription ; & proud wrong Hearkens not to an humble song ; For all the gallantry of him , Giue me the suffting SERAPHIM . His be the brauery of all those Bright things , The glowing cheekes , the glistering wings ; The Rosy hand , the radiant DART ; Leaue HER alone THE FLAMING HEART . Leaue her that ; & thou shalt leaue her Not one loose shaft but loue 's whole quiuer , For in loue's feild was neuer found A nobler weapon then a WOVND . Loue's passiues are his actiu'st part . The wounded is the wounding heart O HEART ! the aequall poise of lou'es both parts Bigge alike with wound & darts . Liue in these conquering leaues ; liue all the same ; And walk through all tongues one triumphant FLAME Liue here , great HEART ; & loue and dy & kill ; And bleed & wound ; and yeild & conquer still . Let this immortall life wherere it comes Walk in a crowd of loues & MARTYRDOMES . Let mystick DEATHS wait on 't ; & wise soules be The loue-slain wittnesses of this life of thee . O sweet incendiary ! shew here thy art , Vpon this carcasse of a hard , cold , hart , Let all thy scatter'd shafts of light , that play Among the leaues of thy larg Books of day , Combin'd against this BREST at once break in And take away from me my self & sin , This gratious Robbery shall thy bounty be ; And my best fortunes such fair spoiles of me . O thou vndanted daughter of desires ! By all thy dowr of LIGHTS & FIRES ; By all the eagle in thee , all the doue ; By all thy liues & deaths of loue ; By thy larg draughts of intellectuall day , And by thy thrists of loue more large then they ; By all thy brim-fill'd Bowles of feirce desire By thy last Morning's draught of liquid fire ; By the full kingdome of that finall kisse That seiz'd thy parting Soul , & seal'd thee his ; By all the heau'ns thou hast in him ( Fair sister of the SERAPHIM ! By all of HIM we haue in THEE ; Leaue nothing of my SELF in me . Let me so read thy life , that I Vnto all life of mine may dy . A SONG . LORD , when the sense of thy sweet geace Sends vp my soul to seek thy face . Thy blessed eyes breed such desire , I dy in loue's delicious Fire . O loue , I am thy SACRIFICE . Be still triumphant , blessed eyes . Still shine on me , fair suns ! that I Still may behold , though still I dy . Second part . Though still I dy , I liue again ; Still longing so to be still slain , So gainfull is such losse of breach . I dy euen in desire of death . Still liue in me this louing strife Of liuing DEATH & dying LIFE . For while thou sweetly slayest me Dead to my selfe , I liue in Thee . PRAYER . AN ODE , WHICH WAS Praefixed to a little Práyer-book giuin to a young . GENTLE-WOMAN . LO here a little volume , but great Book ! A nest of new-born sweets ; Whose natiue fires disdaining To ly thus folded , & complaining Of these ignoble sheets , Affect more comly bands ( Fair one ) from the kind hands And confidently look To find the rest Of a rich binding in your BREST . It is , in one choise handfull , heauenn ; & all Heaun's Royall host ; incamp't thus small To proue that true schooles vse to tell , Ten thousand Angels in one point can dwell . It is loue's great artillery Which here contracts il self , & comes to ly Close couch't in their white bosom : & from thence As from a snowy fortresse of defence , Against their ghostly foes to take their part , And fortify the hold of their chast heart . It is an armory of light Let constant vse but keep it bright , You 'l find it yeilds To holy hands & humble hearts More swords & sheilds Then sin hath snares , or Hell hath darts . Only be sure The hands be pure That hold these weapons ; & the eyes Those of turtles , chast & true ; Wakefull & wise ; Here is a freind shall fight for you , Hold but this book before their heart ; Let prayer alone to play his part , But ô the heart That studyes this high ART Must be a sure house-keeper ; And yet no fleeper . Dear soul , be strong . MERCY will come e're long And bring his besom fraught with blessings , Flowers of neuer fading graces To make immortall dressings For worthy soules , whose wise embraces Store vp themselues for HIM , who is alone The SPOVSE of Virgins & the Virgin's son . But if the noble BRIDEGROOM , when he come , Shall find the loytering HEART from home ; Leauing her chast aboad To gadde abroad Among the gay mates of the god of flyes ; To take her pleasure & to play And keep the deuill 's holyday ; To danceth ' sunshine of some smiling But beguiling Spheares of sweet & sugred Lyes , Some slippery Pair Of false , perhaps as fair , Flattering but forswearing eyes ; Doubtlesse some other heart Will gett the start Mean while , & stepping in before Will take possession of that sacred store Of hidden sweets & holy ioyes . WORDS which are not heard with EARES ( Those tumultuous shops of noise ) . Effectuall wispers , whose still voice The soul it selfe more feeles then heares ; Amorous languishments ; luminous trances ; SIGHTS which are not seen with eyes ; Spirituall & soul-peircing glances Whose pure & subtil lightning flyes Home to the heart , & setts the house on fire And melts it down in sweet desire Yet does not stay To ask the windows leaue to passe that way ; Delicious DEATHS ; soft exalations Of soul ; dear & diuine annihilations ; A thousand vnknown rites Of ioyes & rarefy'd delights ; Ahundred thousand goods , glories , & graces , And many a mystick thing Which the diuine embraces Of the deare spouse of spirits with them will bring For which it is no shame That dull mortality must not know a name . Of all this store Of blessings & ten thousand more ( If when he come He find the Heart from home ) Doubtlesse he will vnload Himself some other where , And poure abroad His pretious sweets On the fair soul whom first he meets . O fair , ô fortunate ! O riche , ô dear ! O happy & thrice happy she Selected doue Who ere she be , Whose early loue With winged vowes Makes hast to meet her morning spouse And close with his immortall kisses . Happy indeed , who neuer misses To improue that pretious hour , And euery day Seize her sweet prey All fresh & fragrant as he rises Dropping with a baulmy Showr A delicious dew of spices ; O let the blissfull heart hold fast Her heaunly arm-full , she shall tast At once ten thousand paradises ; She shall haue power To rifle & deflour The rich & roseall spring of those rare sweets Which with a swelling bosome there she meets Boundles & infinite Bottomles treasures Of pure inebriating pleasures . Happy proof ! she shal discouer What ioy , what blisse , How many Heau'ns at once it is To haue her GOD become her LOVER . TO THE SAME PARTY COVNCEL CONCERNING HER CHOISE . DEar , heaun-designed SOVL ! Amongst the rest Of suters that beseige your Maiden brest , Why my not I My fortune try And venture to speak one good word Not for my self alas , but for my dearer LORD ? You'aue seen allready , in this lower sphear Offroth & bubbles , what to look for here . Say , gentle soul , what can you find But painted shapes , Peacocks & Apes , Illustrious flves , Guilded dunghills , glorious LYES , Goodly surmises And deep disguises , Oathes of water , words of wind ? TRVTH biddes me say , 't is time you cease to trust Your soul to any son of dust . 'T is time you listen to a brauer loue , Which from aboue Calls you vp higher And biddes you come And choose your roome Among his own fair sonnes of fire , Where you among The golden throng That watches at his palace doores May passe along And follow those fair starres of yours ; Starrs much too fair & pure to wai● vpon The false smiles of a sublunary sun . Sweet , let me prophesy that at last t' will proue Your wary loue Laves vp his purer & more pretious vowes , And meanes them for a farre more worthy SPOVSE Then this world of Lyes can giue ye ' Eun for Him with whom nor cost , Nor loue , nor labour can be lost ; Him who neuer will deceiue ye . Let not my lord , the Mighty louer of soules , disdain that I discouer The hidden art Of his high stratagem to win your heart , It was his heaunly art Kindly to crosse you In your mistaken loue , That , at the next remoue Thence he might tosse you And strike your troubled heart Home to himself ; to hide it in his brest The bright ambrosiall nest , Of loue , of life , & euerlasting rest . Happy Mystake ! That thus shall wake Your wise soul , neuer to be wonne Now w●●h a loue below the sun . Your first cho●ce failes , ô when you choose agen May it not be amongst the sonnes of Men . ALEXIAS THE COMPLAINT . OF THE FORSAKEN WIFE OF SANITE ALEXIS . THE FIRST ELEGIE . I ●●te the roman youth 's lou'd prayse & pride , Whom long none could obtain , though thousands try'd , Lo here am left ( alas ) , For my lost mate Tembrace my teares , & kisse an vnkind FATE . Sure in my early woes starres were at strife , And try'd to make a WIDOW ere a WIFE . Nor can I tell ( and this new teares doth breed ) In what strange path my lord's fair footsteppes bleed . O knew I where he wander'd , I should see Some solace in my sorrow's certainty I 'd send my woes in words should weep for me . ( Who knowes how powrfull well - writt praires would be ? ) Sending's too slow a word , my selfe would fly . Who knowes my own heart's woes so well as I ? But how shall I steal hence ? ALEXIS thou Ah thou thy self , alas , hast taught me how . Loue too , that leads the , would lend the wings To bear me harmlesse through the hardest things . And where loue lends the wing , & leads the way , What dangers can there be dare say me nay ? If drown'd ; sweet is the death indur'd for HIM , The noted sea shall change his name with me ; I , mongst the blest STARRES a new name shall be . And sure where louers make their watry graues . The weeping mariner will augment the waues . For who so hard , but passing by that way W●ll take acquaintance of my woes , & say Here ' was the roman MAID found a hard fare While through the world she sought her wandring mate . Here perish't she , poor heart , heauns , be my vowes As true to me , as she was to her spouse . O liue , so rare a loue ! liue ! & in thee The too frail life of femal constancy . F●rewell ; & shine , fair soul , shine there aboue Firm in thy crown , as here fast in thy loue . There ●hy lost fugitiue thou ' hast found at last . Be happy ; and for euer hold him fast . THE SECONDE ELEGIE . THough All the ioyes I had fleed hence with Thee , Vnkind ! yet are my TEARES still true to me I' am wedded ore again since thou art gone ; Nor couldst thou , cruell , leaue me quite alone . ALEXIS ' widdow now is sorrow's wife . With him shall I weep our my weary life . Wellcome , my sad sweet Ma●e ! Now haue I gott At last a constant loue that leaues me not . Firm he , as thou art false , Not need my cryes Thus vex the earth & teare the skyes . For him , alas , n'ere shall I need to be Troublesom to the world , thus , as for thee . For thee I talk to trees ; with silent groues Expostulate my woes & much wrong'd loues . Hills & relentlesse rockes , or if there be Things that in hardnesse more allude to thee ; To these I talk in teares , & tell my pain ; And answer too for them in teares again . How oft haue I wept out the weary sun ! My watry hour-glasse hath old time out runne . O I am le●●ned grown , Poor loue & I Haue study'd ouer all astrology . I 'am perfect in heaun's st●te ▪ w●●h euery starr My skillfull greife is grown familiar . Rise , fairest of those fires ; what e're thou be Whose rosy beam shall point my sun to me . Such as the sacred light that erst did bring The EASTERN princes to their infant king . O rise , pure lamp ! & lend thy golden ray That weary loue at last may find his way . THE THIRD ELEGIE . RIch , churlish LAND ! that hid'st so long in thee , My treasures , rich , alas , by robbing mee . Needs must my miseryes ●we that man a spite Who e're he be was the first wandring knight . O had he nere been at that cruell ●ost NATVRE'S virginity had nere been lost . Seas had not bin rebuk't by s●way oares But ly'n lock't vp safe in their sacred shores . Men had not spurn'd at mountaines ; nor made w●rrs With rocks ; nor bold hands struck the world's strong barres . Nor lost in too larg bounds , our little Rome Full sweetly with it selfe had dwell't at home . My poor ALEYIS , then in peacefull life , Had vnder some low roofe lou'd his plain wife But now , ah me , from where he has no foes He flyes ; & into willfull exile goes . Cruell return . Or tell the reason why Thy dearest parents haue deseru'd to dy . And I ▪ what is my crime I cannot tell . Vnlesse it be a crime to ' haue lou'd too well . If Heates of holyer loue & high desire Make bigge thy fair brest with immortall fire , What needes my virgin lord fly thus from me , Who only wish his virgin wife to be ? Wittnesse , chast heauns ! no happyer vowes I know Then to a virgin GRAVE vntouch't to goe . Loue 's truest Knott by venus is not ty'd ; Nor doe embraces onely make a bride . The QVEEN of angels , ( and men chast as You ) Was MAIDEN WIFE & MAIDEN MOTHER too . CECILIA , Glory of her name & blood With happy gain her maiden vowes made good . The lusty bridegroom made approach young man ▪ Take heed ( said she ) take heed , VALERIAN ▪ My bosome 's guard , a SPIRIT great & strong , Stands arm'd , to sheild me from all wanton wrong . My Chastity is sacred ; & my sleep Wakefull , her dear v●wes vndefil'd to keep . PALLAS beares armes , forsooth , and should there be No fortresse built fortrue VIRGINITY ? No gaping gorgon , this . None , like the rest Of your learn'd lyes . Here you 'l find no such iest . I 'am yours , O were my GOD , my CHRIST so too , I 'd know no name of loue on earth but you . He yeilds , and straight Baptis'd , obtains the grace To gaze on the fair souldier 's glorious face . Both mixt at last their blood in one rich bed Of rosy MARTYRDOME , twice Married . O burn our hymen bright in such high Flame . Thy torch , terrestriall loue , haue here no name . How sweet the mutuall yoke of man & wife , When holy fires maintain loue's Heaunly life ! But I , ( so help me heaun my hopes to see ) When thousand sought my loue , lou'd none but Thee . Still , as their vain teares my firm vowes did try , ALEXIS , he alone is mine ( said I ) Half true , alas , half false , proues that poor line . ALEXIS is alone ; But is not mine . DESCRIPTION . OF A RELIGIOVS HOVSE AND CONDITION OF LIFE ( OVT OF BARCLAY . ) NO roofes of gold o're riotous tables shining Whole dayes & suns deuour'd with endlesse dining ; No sailes of tyrian sylk proud pauements sweeping ; Nor iuory couches costlyer slumbers keeping ; False lights of flairing gemmes ; tumultuous ioyes ; Halls full of flattering men & frishing boyes ; What e're false showes of short & flippery good Mix the mad sons of men in mutuall blood . But WALKES & vnshorn woods ; and soules , iust so Vnforc't & genuine ; but not shady tho . Our lodgings hard & homely as our fare . That chast & cheap , as the few clothes we weare . Those , course & negligent , As the naturall lockes Of these loose groues , rough as th'vnpolish't rockes . A hasty Portion of praescribed sleep ; Obedient slumbers ? that can wake & weep , And sing , & , & sigh , & work , and sleep again ; Still rowling à round spear of still-returning pain . Hands full of harty labours ; doe much , that more they may , And work for work , not wages ; let to morrow's New drops , wash off the sweat of this daye 's sorrows . A long & dayly-ding life , which breaths A respiration of reuiuing deaths . But neither are there those ignoble stings That nip the bosome of the world's best things , And lash Earth-laboring souls . No cruell guard of diligent cares , that keep Crown'd woes awake ; as things too wise for sleep . But reuerent discipline , & religious fear , And soft obedience , find sweet biding here ; Silence , & sacred rest ; peace , & pure ioyes ; Kind loues keep house , ly close , make no noise , And room enough for Monarchs , while none swells Beyond the kingdomes of contentfull Cells . The self-remembring SOVL sweetly recouers Her kindred with the starrs ; not basely houers Below ; But meditates her immortall way Home to the originall sourse of LIGHT & intellectuall Day . AN EPITAPH VPON A YOVNG MARRIED COVPLE DEAD AND BVRYED TOGETHER . TO these , whom DEATH again did wed , This GRAVE' 's their second Marriage-bed ▪ For though the hand of fate could force 'Twixt SOVL & BODY à Diuorce , It could not sunder man & WIEE , 'Cause They Both liued but one life . Peace , good Reader . Doe not weep . Peace , The Louers are asleep . They , sweet Turtles , folded ly In the last knott loue could ty . And though they ly as they were dead , Their Pillow stone , their sheetes of lead , ( Pillow hard , & sheeres not warm ) Loue made the bed ; They 'l take no harm Let them sleep : let them sleep on . Till this stormy night be gone , Till the ' Aeternall morrow dawn ; Then the curtaines will be drawn ' And they wake into a light . Whose day shall neuer dy in Night . DEATH'S LECTVRE AND THE FVNERAL OF A YOVNG GENTLEMAN . DEar Reliques of a dislodg'd SOVL , whose lack Makes many a mourning paper put on black ! O stay a while , ere thou draw in thy head And wind thy self vp close in thy cold bed . Stay but à little while , vntill I call A summons worthy of thy funerall . Come then , YOVTH BEAVTY , & blood ! All the soft powres . Whose sylken flatterves swell a few fond howres Into a false aeternity . Come man ; Hyperbolized NOTHING ! know thy span ; Take thine own measure here down , down , & bow Before thy self in thine idaea ; thou Huge emptynes ! contract thy self ; & shrinke All thy Wild circle to a Point . Osink Lower & lower yet ; till thy leane size Call heaun to look on thee with sorrow eyes . Lesser & lesser yet ; till thou begin To show a face , fitt to confesse thy Kin , Thy neigbourhood to NOTHING . Proud lookes , & lofty eyliddes , here putt on Your selues in your vnfaign'd reflexion , Here , gallant ladyes ! this vnpartiall glasse ( Though you be painted ) showes you your true face . These death-seal'd lippes are they dare giue the ly To the lowd Boasts of poor Mortality These curtain'd windows , this retired eye Outstares the liddes of larg-look't tyranny . This posture is the braue one this that lyes Thus low , stands vp ( me thinkes , ) thus & defies The world . All-daring dust & ashes ! only you Of all interpreters read Nature True . TEMPERANCE . OF THE CHEAP PHYSITIAN VPON THE TRANSLATION OF LESSIVS . GOe now ; and with some daring drugg Bait thy disease . And whilst they tugge , Thou to maintain their pretious strife Spend the dear treasures of thy life . Goe , take physick Doat vpon Some big-nam'd composition . Th'Oraculous DOCTOR' 's mystick bills ; Certain hard WORDS made into pills , And what at last shalt ' gain by these ? Only a costlyer disease . That which makes vs haue no need Of physick , that 's PHYSICK indeed . Hark hither , Reader ! wilt thou see Nature her own physitian be ? Wilt' see a man , all his own wealth , His own musick , his own health ; A man whose sober soul can tell How to wear her garments well . Her garments , that vpon her sitt As garments should doe , close & fitt ; A well-cloth'd soul ; that 's not oppest Nor choak't with what she should be drest . A soul sheath'd in a christall shrine ; Through which all her bright features shine ; As when a peice of wanton lawn A thinne , aeriall veil , is drawn Or'e beauty's face seeming to hide more sweetly showes the blushing bride . A soul , whose intellectuall beames No mists doe mask , no lazy steames . A happy soul , that all the way . To HEAVN rides in a summer's day . Wouldst ' see a man , whose well-warm'd blood ▪ Bathes him in a genuine flood ! Aman , whose tuned humors be A seat of rarest harmony ? Wouldst ' see blith lookes , fresh cheekes beguil Age ? wouldst see december smile ? Wouldst ' see nests of new roses grow In a bed nf renerend snow ? Warm thoughts , free spirits flattering Winter's selfe into a SRING . In summe , wouldst see a man that can . Liue to be old , and still a man ? Whose latest & most leaden houres Fall with soft wings , stuck with soft flowres ; And when life's sweet fable ends , Soul & body part like freinds ; No quarrells , murmurs ▪ no delay ; A KISSE , a SIGH , and so away . This rare one , reader , wouldst thou see ? Hark hither ; and thy self be HE . HOPE . HOpe whose weak beeing ruin'd is Alike if it succeed or if it misse ! Whom ill or good does equally confound And both the hornes of fate's dilemma wound . Vain shadow ; that dost vanish quite Both at full noon & perfect night ! The starres haue not a possibility Of blessing Thee . If thinges then from their end we happy call , 'T is hope is the most hopelesse thing of all . Hope , thou bold Taster of delight ! Who in stead of doing so , deuourst it quite . Thou bringst vs an estate , yet leau'st vs poor By clogging it with legacyes before . The ioyes which we intire should wed Come deflour'd-virgins to our bed Good fortunes without gain imported be Such mighty custom 's paid to Thee For ioy like wine kep't close , does better tast ; If it take air before his spirits wast . Hope fortun 's cheating lottery Where for one prize , an hundred blankes there be . Fond archer , hope . Who tak'st thine aime so farr That still or short or wide thine arrowes are Thinne empty cloud which th-ey deceiues With shapes that our own fancy giues . A cloud which gilt & painted now appeares But must drop presently in teares When thy false beames o're reason's light preuail , By IGNES FATVI for north starres we sail . Brother of fear more gayly clad . The merryer fool o th two , yet quite as mad . Sire of repentance , child of fond desire That blow'st the chymick & the louer's fire . Still leading them insensibly ' on With the strong witchcraft of Anon. By thee the one does changing nature through Her endlesse labyrinth's pursue , And th'other chases woman ; while she goes More wayes & turnes then hunted nature knowes . M. COWLEY . M. CRASHAWS . ANSWER FOR HOPE . DEar hope ! earth's dowry , & heaun's debt ! The entity of those that are not yet . Subtlest , but surest beeing ! Thou by whom Our nothing has a definition ! Substantiall shade ! whose sweet allay Blends both the noones of night & day . Fates cannot find out a capacity Of hurting thee . From Thee their lean dilemma , with blunt horn , Shrinkes , as the sick moon from the wholsome morn Rich hope ! loue's legacy , vnder lock Of faith ! still spending , & still growing stock ! Our crown-land lyes aboue yet each meal brings A seemly portion for the sonnes of kings . Nor will the virgin ioyes we wed Come lesse vnbroken to our bed , Because that from the bridall ckeek of blisse Thou steal'st vs down a distant kisse . Hope's chast stealth harmes no more ioye 's maidenhead Then spousall rites preiudge the marriage bed . Fair hope ! our earlyer heau'n by thee Young time is taster to eternity Thy generous wine with age growes strōg , not sowre . Nor does it kill thy fruit , to smell thy flowre . Thy golden , growing , head neuer hangs down Till in the lappe of loues full noone It falls ; and dyes ! o no , it melts away As does the dawn into the day . As lumpes of sugar loose themselues ; and twine Their supple essence with the soul of wine . Fortune ? alas , aboue the world's low warres Hope walks ; & kickes the curld heads of conspiring starres . Her keel cutts not the waues where These winds stirr Fortune's whole lottery is one blank to her . Sweet hope ! kind cheat ! fair fallacy by thee We are not WHERE nor What we be , But WHAT & WHERE we would be . Thus art thou Our absent PRESENCE , and our future Now . Faith's sister ! nurse of fair desire ! Fear 's antitode ! a wise & well-stay'd fire ! Temper twixt chill despair , & torrid ioy ! Queen Regent in yonge loue's minority ! Though the vext chymick vainly chases His fugitiue gold through all her faces ; Though loue 's more feirce , more fruitlesse , fires assay One face more fugitiue then all they ; True hope 's a glorious hunter & her chase , The GOD of nature in the feilds of grace . VIVE IESV .