no power alone to stand upright Stoop now you see your Saviour on his Knee Who doth sustaine your Being by his might Stoop now you see Him to his Servants bow And the Most-high submit himself 〈◊〉 72. To stand on foolish Terms of 〈◊〉 now Is but to found your glorie on your shame Is it not more illustrious to bow With Jesus then with Lucifer to aime Above your reach O why will Dust forget The place originally due to it 73. But what 's Gods bus'nes at his Servants feet Even to Wash and Wipe them 〈◊〉 O now Stoop lower still lower and lower yet For at the lowest you are not so 〈◊〉 As He the 〈◊〉 King who here Hath made himself a 〈◊〉 Minister 74. When Jesus by his Water ciensed had Hir Servants seet and by his Grace their 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 what Preparation must be made By all who ever mean to have their Parts In his pure 〈◊〉 down he sits again And them with 〈◊〉 doth entertain 75. The Ends of sumptuous Banquets use to be Crown'd with most soveraign Varieties Which may the Convives learned Luxurie With deep and new found Ravishment surprise And Jesus would not have this Supper want That costly Point of Princely Complement 76. Indeed the Supper which They now had eat Into the Belly its direct way took Where in the Kitchin of poor Mortall Meat It was committed unto Heat to Cook And Heats best skill could onely dresse it 〈◊〉 To feed the Body which contained it 77. But Christs 〈◊〉 Designe was now With such a royall Feast to blesse the Bord As might make Spirits fat and healthfull grow And thriving Nutriment to Soules afford Such Nutriment as might full power give Unto his Guests eternally to live 78. In his Almighty Hand he took the Bread And pour'd his plenall Blessing upon it Never on any but his own dear Head Such potent Benediction did sit Indeed it was that Blessings Echo and Bounded upon his Body in his Hand 79. For having broke that Bread He reached it To his Disciples saying Take and eat This is my Body broke for You and let My dear Remembrance live in this your Meat But Jesu's Feast must not be drie for Wine Equall to this high Dainties He doth joyne 80. He takes the Cup and Drink Yee all of this It is my Blood of the new Testument Says He which shed and freely given is To wash the Sins of all that will repent As often as you of this Chalice drink Of Me your liberall Redeemer think 81. Sweet Jesu ô how can thy World forget Their royall 〈◊〉 and his 〈◊〉 who Upon their Tables his own Self hath 〈◊〉 Who in their holy Cups fails not to flow And in their Dishes lie Did ever Friend So 〈◊〉 a Token of his Love 〈◊〉 82. Infallibly there dost Thou flow and lie Though Mortall Eyes discover no such thing Quick sighted Faith reads all the Mystery And humble pious Soules doth easily bring Into the Wonders 〈◊〉 and there Makes all the 〈◊〉 of this Truth 〈◊〉 83. She generously dares on God relie And trust his Word how strange soe'r it 〈◊〉 If Jesus once pronounces This is my Body and Blood Far far be it cries She That I should think my dying Lord would 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in his 〈◊〉 of Drink and 〈◊〉 84. His Word is most Omnipotent and He Can doe what e'r He says and more than I Can or would understand What is 't to me If He 〈◊〉 Humane Capacitie Surely it well becomes Him so to doe Nor were He God if He could not doe so 85. Let Him say what He will I must denie Him to be God or else Beleeve his Word Me it concerneth not to verifie What He proclaims I onely must afford Meek Credit and let Him alone to make Good whatsoever He is 〈◊〉 to speak 86. Grosse and unworthy Spirits sure They be Who of their Lord such mean Conceptions 〈◊〉 That parting from his dearest Consorts He No Token of his Love did leave with Them But simple Bread and Wine a likely thing And well-becoming Heav'ns magnificent King 87. A likely Thing that when the susty blood Of Bulls and Goars cannot wash Sin away The Blood of Grapes should with a stronger Flood 〈◊〉 over whelm and drown the Worlds 〈◊〉 O no such Virtue in no Blood can dwell But that which through the Veins of God did thrill 88. Ask me not then How can the thing be done 〈◊〉 power of Sense or Reason can 〈◊〉 it 〈◊〉 is 〈◊〉 are what Demonstration 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 as this My God 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 if you once can prove that He can lie 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 too I 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 89. What thank is it that you can credit that Which your own sense and Reasons eye reads plain Heavn's much to them beholden who will not Beleeve it higher is than they can strein Who jealous are of God and will not be Induce'd to trust him further than they see 90. And yet had you these modest eyes of mine You in this gloomie Cloud would see the Sun That Sun who wisely doth disdain to shine On Those who with bold Prying presse upon His secret Majestie which plainly I Because I make no anxious search descrie 91. This is the valorous Resolution Of Gallant Faith and this will serve to be The blessed Rule by which all those will run Who are the Scholars of Humilitie Yet I must tell thee Psyche itching Pride Will not hereafter thus be satisfied 92. A thousand waspish Syllogismes will Be buzzing from the Mouthes of those who build Their ground works of Religion on the skill Which they for granted take their brains has fild Till Quaeries Doubts Distinctions Niceties First grow to Schismes and then to Heresies 93. Needs will they prie into the Manner how This mystick Miracle to passe was brought And madly being not content to know What Christ thought fit to teach them study out They know not what and make this banquet prove A Sacrament of war and not of love 94. Some peep too neer and spie what is not there Some carelesly take what is there away Some will confesse no Miracle for fear That should prove Consequential which they Would not have so and that themselves should be Forc'd to acknowledge more than they can see 95. Some sift Existence Substance Accidents And make the Laws of Aristotle be The Umpiers in Religion Thus the Rents Which Art strives to sew up in Pietie By that unworthy clownish Needle are Onely made wider than before they were 96. O happy world if all would once agree In that which Jesus hath so plainly taught If those short Words might but sincerely be Imbraced and no more in question brought If for the Manner they would trust their Lord And for the Substance take Him at his Word 97. For Heav'n its faithfull wheel shall sooner turn And backward hale the Sun into the East The Northern Polar Bear shall sooner burn And Siriu's mouth be sealed up with Frost The Earth into the
may Unto a milder Death himselfe convey 53. This is that Tyrant whose Impatience hath No Possibility her Prey to spare The foule Inneritrix of the Dregs of Wrath Of Torments Queen the Empresse of Dispair An aonigmatick Foe whose Ammunition Is nothing else but Want of all Provision 54. Expect not to behold her Family Or what Retinue on her Court attends No servant ever yet so strong could be To bear her Presence much lesse her Commands Being assur'd They never could her Will Unlesse her Belly to they did fulfill 55. But yonder Table which is fixed high Above her Caverns Door will tell thee what Were her Exploits When Mercy passed by This monitory Signe she set up that Poor Mortalls might descrie what Fiend dwelt here And not unto this Den of Death come neer 56. Loe what a smoking Hurliburlie's there Of gallant Ruines tumbling on the ground These once high-built and goodly Cities were Which when Warr's mighty Ram could not confound This Hag did with no Engin but her own Teeth undermine the Walls and tear them down 57. See there she chaseth froggs and Rats and mice And other Vermine neer as vile as she Her selfe by them desiring to suffice The low'd Demands of her stout Boulimie Discreetly there the prudent Painter has The Earth of Iron made the Heav'n of Brasse 58. But there her Girdle and her shoes she eats For that acquaintance which they had of old With Beef and Mutton and such classick Meats There She turns out the wretched uselesse Gold And clapping on its Poverty a Curse A savorie Meal she maketh of her Purse 59. There She awakes the sleeping Mire and by A strict examination makes it tell What hidden Treasures in its bosome lie Nor is she daunted by th' unlikely shell But breaks it ope and findes the Gem within For she the Oyster first fish'd out for Men. 60. The Dunghill there she rakes to finde some fresh Strong-sented Excrement and joyes when she Can by long search atcheive so rare a Dish Which needs being ready hot no Cookerie That Glasse in which she drinks and drinks up all No other is but her own Urinall 61. Against that huge stone-wall her Teeth she tri'd When once she was immur'd in Straights and see How she compell'd and tore Successe those wide And ragged Holes her stout Teeths breaches be Her hastie boistrous Stomack would not stay And wanting other Food she eat her Way 62. That Heap of Bones is all that she has left Of her owne Parents whose old flesh she made Her barbarous Feast and them of life bereft By whom she liv'd Such is the salvage trade Of desperate Vipers whose unnaturall Wrath Devours the Womb which them conceived hath 63. And yet no Vipers venture to devoure Their proper Brood 't is Nature's strictest Law That with Traduction Love should joyn her power And like the Rivers downhill strongest flow Onely this fiend all Vipers doth out-vie And feeds her self with her own Progenie 64. For those bemangled Limbs which scattered be About the Picture the said Ruines are Of seav'n sweet but unhappy Babes which she Fear'd not with her own Claws and Teeth to tear And back into her Bowells make them goe If yet she any had who thus could doe 65. This strange Epitomie of Prodigies This despicable starv'd but potent Fiend Was the first Combatant which did arise Against thy Spouse yet durst not trie to rend And tear his Body but contriv'd to slay It and his Soul in a mysterious Way 66. For though that Dread which in her face did reign Such deep affrightment round about had shed That not the boldest Beast of all the Plain But from those direfull Emanations fled Leaving the Desart more than doubled where Was nothing now but Earth and Stones and Air 67. Yet now discovering One who seem's prepar'd To entertaine the worst of Dangers she Grew jealous of the Champion and fear'd Some wisely Stratageme might plotted be Against her right-down force This did incline Her to 〈◊〉 Him by a Contremine 68. For sliely waiting oppotunity And being thin and subtle with the Wind She mix'd herself and in his face did flie Hoping to steale upon him by a blind And unperceiv'd assault So Cowards fight Trusting advantage more than their owne Might 69. But He who all her project cleerely saw From her abstruse Career disdain'd to start He welcom'd with brave Constancy the Blow Giving the Furie leave to use her Art Free leave He gave her her foul felf to shoot Into his Stomack through his yeelding Throat 70. So when the Tempest marches in full Tide Against its Caverns Mouth the fearless Rock Makes good its ground and never stepps aside To wave the perill of the violent Shock But lets the Storme come in and roare its sill In all the Bowells of its resolute Cell 71. She enter'd thus falls to her work apace And seizeth with immediate Usurpation All the Reserve of Humors which that Place Was strengthned with in case of some Mutation And these she conquered without any stop For as she met them strait she eat them up 72. The robbed Stomack thus made cleare and free Of all things but the Theife She broacheth there The Art of all that gnawing Crueltie With which her pined Self she us'd to tear No Fire Worm Vinaiger or Venome is So corsive as her fretfull Bitterness 73. As when incensed by the furious flame The Fornace'gins to rage if you denie The Cauldron Liquor which may help to tame The insolent Heats excess and mollifie Its rampant greedy Thirst alas the poor Copper it self does boile and burn and roar 74. So fares it with the Entrails where the fire Which Nature kindled if it wants its fuell On what comes next to hand will spend its Ire And grow against the Stomacks substance cruell For all its Life consists in constant Meat And when it dies it does but cease to Eat 75. And yet with Adamantine bravery Thy Spouse 'gainst this Conspiracy of Pains His Patience arms and though his Breast did frie In mutinous flames He valiantly refrains From all Complaints and sighs and signes that hee Oppressed was by Hungers Tyranny 76. He by a med'cinall Fast resolved was To cure the eating of that fatall Tree From whence the Curse and Death entail'd did passe On Ev's and Adams wretched Progeny He freely what he might Receive refused Because what they Forbidden were they used 77. Thus must the Water wash away the Flame Thus must the Bands of Cold binde up the Heat Thus sober Weight must idle Lightnesse tame Thus wholesome Soure must mend luxurious Sweet Thus honest Day must chase out theevish Night Thus Contraries with Contraries must fight 78. And by his venerable Practise He Has Consecrated and advanced this Despised Thing to such an high degree Of reall honor that now Fasting is The Dainties of the Saints to which they can Invite their Hearts and Feast the Inner Man 79. Where whil'st they at their mystick Banquet
jeer 212. May Heav'ns propitious eye for ever dwell On him who best deserves its care may all The clouds which with the fattest blessings swell Upon his Head let their best riches fall As freely as these drops rain down on it And at this Word they all upon Him spit 213. On the brave Romane Birds imperial wing May thy illustrious Name and Glory ride And may Tiberius to this nobler King Thus yeeld his mighty Throne this said a wide And massie Chair full at his head they throw Which grav'd its foot-steps deep upon his brow 214. Then after three low bowings on his knee One a Petition brings and having pray'd Him to accept his suit He instantly Hings it upon his face Another play'd 〈◊〉 and told Him what strange things He had in charge to Him from 〈◊〉 Kings 215. Most excellent Sir my Bus'nesse is said He Of such immediate consequence that it Can no delay digest which urgeth Me To this unwonted and uncivill Fit Of craving present Audience and here He boxed both his ears to make Him hear 216. A third came with a golden Goblet in Crying My Liege the Queen to you hath sent This Mornings Draught and prayes You to begin That She may pledge your Highnesse Here he bent His cursed brows at Jesus and threw out Upon his face the Urine He had brought 217. A fourth his Reed did from him snatch and cri'd Your Scepter Sir to heavy is I fear Let not your Majecty your Servant chide If he offend in too much loyal Care Your Selfe shall judge how grievous is its Weight Which said Him with the sturdy Cane he beat 218. A fift with ernest supplication su'd But for the honor to support his Train Then snatching up his Robe behinde with rude Unseemly Peevishnesse he kick'd amain Bruising thy Spouses naked Body till His weary Toe stay'd his unwearied Will 219. A sixt came crying Treason Treason Sir Treason against your sacred Majesty The Iewes your Subjects all Conspiring are Against your Honor and your Life O fly And save your Royal Selfe This made Them all Seeing Him bound so fast a laughing fall 220. O Psyche I cannot describe how they Did mock and grin and gurn and sneer and pout How they did wring their Mounthes what antick play They us'd their gentle Saviour to flout Imagine all the worst thou canst conceive And infinitely worse than that beleeve 221. This Sceen thus acted Pilate brings him out In this strange habit to the Peoples view Telling them He had sifted Him but nought He could discover which did bear the shew Of capital Demerit Yet said He Behold how his light faults revenged be 222. If this ridiculous Garb be not enough With Shame to clothe Him yet consider well In what exuberunt Streams his Blood doth flow And guesse what favour I have shew'd Him Tell Me if you think a new room may be found In all his Body but for one more Wound 223. Behold the Man this torn and worried Thing Is He however Comely heretofore Sure he has for his foolish Name of King Paid dear enough and had not I had more Regard unto your Credits than mine own Such proofs of Cruelty I had not shown 224. O Spectacle of most Commanding Sorrows How would all Hearts but Jewish melt to see These ghastly Torrents and these gasping Furrows Upon the harmlesse Back of Purity How would a Tygers thirsty Wrath relent How would the Soules of hungry Bears repent 225. Had these unhappy Jews had any Eyes But those of rancorous Malice they might here Have seen how their own Griefs and Miseries To patient Jesus all transferred were And scor'd upon his Back They might have found A salve for all their Sores in every Wound 226. They might have seen his innocent Temples wear That Malediction which to them was due The stinging Briars he was pleas'd to bear And leave the fragrant Flowers to them which grew Both in their mortal Gardens here and which With endlesse Sweets did Paradise enrich 227. At least that Lesson of Compassion They As well as Pilate might have plainly read Which in red capital Letters written lay And to the Eyes of all Spectators spread So fair a Challenge that no generous Breast Could their strange Importunity resist 228. But loe the barbarous Priests unsatisfied With all that Blood which was already shed Because some more behinde remained Cried O ease the Earth of that blasphemous Head Before Heav'n vindicate it selfe and We Involved in the Flood of 〈◊〉 be 229. It is no Boyes Fault his that you should deem A 〈◊〉 is sufficient Punishment O rather square your own by Heav'ns Esteem And joyn with ours your righteous Consent A Crosse a Crosse Heav n cannot pleased be Untill this Monster Crucifi d it see 230. This most unreasonable Madnes made The Judge as loude as They In vain said He You hope by Roaring to make Me afrayd The Man is guiltlesse 〈◊〉 Eyes if yee Resolved are that Innocence must Die Goe Murder Him your Selves and cease your Crie 231. Harsh was this Word and on their Plot did grate So hard that they enforced were to flie Unto the Refuge which They most did hate As knowing it was an old-answered Lie That Law They now pretend to which long since The Pris'ner justified his Innocence 232. Nay They repli'd it is not We but Law Our Law more dear to Us than are our lives Calls loude for Him to Death Be pleas'd to know That our great God no grace nor pardon gives Unto the least Blaspheemers and shall He Who makes himself the Son of God goe free 233. If Thou Protector of our Laws wilt be Break not our greatest for this Varlets sake Should He intrude into the Familie Of Caesar and his Sons great Title take Sure Thou wouldst think a Crosse his due and is Wrong to Heav'ns Emperour a less Crime than this 234. Blood-thirsty Hypocrites For well they knew How they their Law in urging it denyed For though this Accusation had been true 〈◊〉 must not Jesus by the Crosse have dyed The Law an heap of Stones ordein'd to be The Death and Monument of Blasphemie 235. 〈◊〉 this new Plea did startle Pilate so 〈◊〉 again retires and tries again 〈◊〉 Examination might doe 〈◊〉 he many Queries put and fain some Pretence have found with them to joyne 〈◊〉 all Slander did out-shine 236. But when He tels the Multitude his Minde Onely new Oile upon their Flames He threw For in their loudest Fury all combin'd Upon Him with this bold replie they flew If Jesus you dismisse We must have leave Great Caesar to acquaint with this Repreive 237. Did not the Traytors Head contrive to wear A Crown of Gold where now those Thorns are set And Who We pray more dangerous Enemies are To Caesars right than They which thirst for it He says his Realm is not on Earth And what Should Traytors being Taken plead but that 238. But were He free again and had proud He New
enacted and Bid it in Paradises records stand 79. Their breeding murmur reached Jesu's ear For nothing scap'd him which he pleas'd to know When 〈◊〉 he looking up such potent fear Flew on all them as bow'd their Heads as low As they were high before for strait they saw His royall will and knew their soveraign Law 80. Then as Death groaning lay He drew the dart From his own Bodies side and to the head With mighty vengeance stuck it in her heart The wound though deep made not the weapon red For all the Gore that at its mouth it spew'd Black as foule Styx's inkie puddle shew'd 81. Thrice did the Monster gaspe and then let flie Her cursed Ghost which stole its way to hell Her carcase stretch'd out on the ground did lie Her chap fell down her tongue in which did dwell All poisons 〈◊〉 hung dangling out Thus she Who reign'd o'r mortals felt Mortalitie 82. But the brave Conqueror thus having slain Her once by killing her resolved now To slay her by restoring her again To her accursed life for from below He beckned her pale Ghost and bid it dwell At home again as in a fouler Hell 83. And now said he since thou hast felt my might Remember my command and live again Henceforth thou with thy sting no more shalt fight Nor on thy Prisners clap a slavish chain Yet use thy dart for'tis my royall will Though I forbid thy rage to let thee Kill 84. Thou who before the tyrant wert shalt now The servant to my mortal Brethren be And ope the gate by which from Life below Their Soules shall flie to live and reign with me But see their bodies in their quiet sleep Untill I call for them thou safely keep 85. This double Conquest gain'd He look'd aside And sneaking in a Corner of the Toomb Corruption with her Worms about her spi'd Who crawl'd and wrought withall their might to come And seize upon the Body but as yet Could not finde strength enough to reach to it 86. He spi'd them there and charg'd them to be gone At which great word they into nothing fled With that his sacred body he put on As easily as he some Cloak had spread Upon his shoulders or his finger put Into an Annulet exactly fit 87. Thus hast thou seen a tryed fencer from His bloody Sceen of prowess with the prize His virtue purchased returning home There to enjoy his glorious victories But first he cloaths his arms and breast and back Whose naked valour scorn'd the combats shock 88. His heart with life and joy strait gan to leap His veins with new-recovered blood grew hot His blessed eyes threw off their 〈◊〉 sleep And their long leaden night of Rest forgot Afresh the Roses budded in his lip New smiles and graces in his checks did trip 89. Off fell the Napkin and the Winding Sheet Not daring to conceal the Beauties which In a strange Confluence of Glory met All Parts of his pure Body to enrich Which fairer than the Sons of Men before Out-shined now its former Graces store 90. For passing through the Seirce of Death it there Lost all the grossnes of Mortality And riseth more illustrious and cleer Than silver Venus in the Evening Skye What was but course and animal till now Doth most refined and Spiritual grow 91. It doth no longer like a Prison sit Obscure and lumpish on the soule but is Made light and pliant and compleatly fit For her and for her nimblest Bus'nesses And as our ready Wings doe every where Move with our Wills so that can doe with Her 92. For He who our brave Sprightfulnes could make Of dull and sleepy Nothing easily may Teach heavy Flesh and Blood how to awake Into Angelik Purenesse and array It round with full as fair a robe of light As makes the Cherubs or the Seraphs bright 93. But now the promis'd Time was come and He As early as the third Day ment to Rise Remarried to his Body instantlie Out of his Toomb He leaps not in the guise Of boistrous Lightning which doth rend the Clouds But that which through unbroken Bodies crowds 94. Oft hast Thou seen the sprightfull Image flie Compleatly through a Chrystall Wall which yet Unbruis'd uncrack'd it leaveth So did thy Much purer Lord through the stout Marble get For still it kept the Tombes Mouth close and still Was trusty to the Priests unmoved Seal 95. Thus Psyche e'r the dull World was awake Life Rose for it and Deaths strong Gates set ope That it aforehand might a Passage make Unto all mortal Ashes to get up His Members Risen are in Him their Head Though yet in Death they never went to Bed 96. His Resurrection a sure Ernest is Of theirs who ever dyed or can die He buried was onely the Grave to dresse To purge to sweeten and to Sanctifie That in that safe retiring Room his Freinds May take their Rest untill for Them He sends 97. Indeed all Joyes seemd to be slain when He Compleating Bitternesses Tragedy Fetchd his last gasp upon the fatal Tree But this deer Morning they reviv'd and by His rising Body so refined were That They like it Spiritual appear 98. No wonder this sweet Day doth sit so high In pious Soules esteem and bear away The reverend glory and solemnity Of the old consecrated Sabboth Day No wonder that upon the first Daies head The Sev'nths fair diadem is established 99. T is true on That when God six daies had wrough Fetching from Nothing Whatsoe'r We see And All this All unto perfection brought He stay'd his Hand and order'd it to be To sacred Jollitie a constant Feast That all Things else might play when He did rest 100. But on this Day his Rest was far more great For all his life full hard He laboured had He wept He struggled and his blood He Sweat His strength his life He spent on Death He Trod And trampled Hell and now Rose up again In matchlesse 〈◊〉 evermore to reign 101. O noble Sabboth may all Glories swell Each houre and minute of thy sacred light May Pieties best Exultations dwell In thee alone and cursed be the spight Of any Heresie which e'r shall dare Thy festivall Prerogative to impair 102. The other Sabboth was a Shade of Thee And Thou the Copie art of that which shall Amidst the Triumphs of Immensitie Be all Heav'ns everlasting Festivall A Feast which shall no higher Title know Than the Lords Day and this brave Day art Thou 103. But zealous Magdalene could not rest in Bed O no her Soule was here seald in the Tombe And though the Sabbaths Law did her forbid Untill it selfe expired were to come And seek it here yet now she could not stay To be conducted by the mornings Ray. 104. She and another love-enflamed Friend Borrow'd Speeds Wings and having purchas'd store Of pretious Ointment and of Spice to spend Upon the sacred Corps set forth before The Sun gat out of bed but as they came
but stricken there With awfull reverence onely sent his Eye Into the bottome of the Cavern where The Resurrections Relicts He did spie The linen Clothes which had the grace to kisse The sacred Body of all Sweetnesses 132. But panting Peter there arrived ' in The wonted boldnesse of his fervid Zeal Entred the Cave Which pattern straight did win So much on John that to the Spectacle He follow'd Him and with joint Wonder there Gaz'd and examined the Sepulchre 133. He gaz'd and cleerly found his Eye told true This rous'd his Faith and made Her likewise ope Her Eyes the blessed Mystery to view She look'd and plainly saw Her Lord was up And needed now no Angels Tongue to seal To Her the Truth of that grand Miracle 134. These two Disciples having seen their fill To feed upon the Wonder home return'd But Magdalene who had thither follow'd still Stay'd by the Tomb to quench her Heart which burn'd With Griefs impatient Love The Springs which kept In both her Eys she Bravely broach'd wept 135. She weep'd and pitted her prevented Spice Which now breath'd short and panting lay to see It came too late to be a Sacrifice Unto the Lord of Sweets She weep'd that she Her Tears Drink-offring could present no more On his Feets blessed Altar as before 136. Had she the plenitude of whatsoe'r Th' idolatrous World ' adores she still would be Poorer than Poverty it selfe whilst here She nothing findeth but Vacuity The empty Tombe with open Mouth alas Tells her her onely Gem removed was 137. Removed and quite lost for ought she knew And how can Mary live without her Life Such lamentable Mourning never slew The Turtles Joies in her disconsolate strife Of Love and Grief when her dear Mate is lost As this sad Storme of Weeping Mary tost 138. Thus having Weep'd for what she saw again She look'd to read fresh cause of further Tears But in the Tombe she spi'd new Splendor reign Two Angells ready to out-shine her Fears And drie her Cheeks with Comfort there did sit One at the Monuments Head one at the Feet 139. In festival Array they gorgeous were Being clothed in Joies Colour milkie White Woman said They what reason finde you here To cloud your brows in this fair Sceen of Light Alas cri'd she what Light mine Eyes can cheer Seeing my Lord is laid I know not where 140. Her Eyes here gush'd a fresh and back she turn'd To give their crowding Streams full Liberty But Jesus Heart which melted as she mourn'd And answered ever Tear by Sympathy Could not endure her gentle Soule to see Suspended longer in this Agonie 141. For back unto his Sepulchre he stepp'd That his dear Weepens loyal Eyes might see Their earned Spectacle And Why she wept Was his soft Question but blubber'd she Blinded with Grief could not discover Who It was examin'd her about her Woe 142. She took Him for the Gardner of the place And meekly pray'd him if he had Removed The Body thence to tell her where it was That she might goe and wait on her Beloved And 't was the Gardner who did plant and dresse The World in goodly Braveries excesse 143. The Gardner who betimes a Weeding fell Ev'n in the virgin Spring of his Creation Those rank encroaching Weeds which on Heav'ns 〈◊〉 Aspir'd to over-grow the new Plantation Up by the roots he pluck'd in righteous ite And threw them thence into eternal Fire 144. The Gardner who at length deign'd to come down Unto his Nurserie in Earths Valley where All Tares and Poisnous 〈◊〉 that 〈◊〉 had sown He rooted up and out of matchlesse care To make the Soil be fertile every Bed With his own pretious Blood he watered 145. The Gardner who contented was to let The Thorns upon his Temples rather stand Than they should vex the Grafts which he had set In his own Body by his tender hand The Gardner who indeed had born away What in the Tombe untill this morning lay 146. But pittying Magdalens gloomy sorrow He Whose single potent Word all Clouds can clear In Loves milde tone the onely musick she Could be delighted with saluted her Yet his salute was neere as short as sweet For onely by her name He Her did greet 147. Mary in Maries ear no sooner sounded From Jesu's lips but to her breast it flew And with incomparable joy rebounded Upon her wakened heart She straitway knew The blessed voice in her own Name for this With sweet significance did echo his 148. She knew 't was Jesus and her heart must now Have split with swelling triumph had not she Unlock'd it strait and let it freely flow In a full torrent of high Pietie Her Life her Love her Heav'n when least shee thought Were all at once to her fruition brought 149. Surely a Breast so soft as hers had by This sudden onset of all joyes been broke Had not her Lord with his own Potency Assisted Her to beare the mighty stroak Master she cry'd but then could not go on Her ecstafie her other words out-ran 150. Down flat she fell and aimed at those feet Which pious she before did oint and kiss No Haste dear Mary Jesus cry'd for yet At ample distance my Ascention is But go and tell my Brethren I intend Unto our common Father to ascend 151. At this injunction Marie needs must goe Who on the Angels errand went before And yet her loyall Heart could not doe so But still behinde did linger to adore Her lost-found Lord whom that she ne're again Might loose Her Soule she to his feet did chain 152. This Message startled the Disciples but The hubbub of the City mov'd them more For by the Watch-men now the news had got Into the Town and knock'd at every door The High-priests wakened at the summons call A Common Council and to Plotting fall 153. Their Heads they beat and boulted every way How they their now endanger'd fame might save How they might damp the Resurrections day And stop the open mouth of Jesu's Grave Long did they think but could no trick contrive How he who lived might not seem to live 154. For Belzebub who us'd to have his Place In all their Councils tardy came that day His new-received wound and deep disgrace Upon his vanquish'd heart with terror lay Yet seeing them so forwards lothe he was The Priests in his own trade should him surpass 155. He rais'd his head and wiped off the gore Three times he sighed and three times he shook His broken horns and at the last he swore By his own might and realus that though the stroak Took him at unawars yet Jesus had How e'r he brav'd it out no Conquest made 156. And had he been said he a generous foe He would have pitch'd the day and pitch'd the field With trumpets sound he would have march'd unto The fight and not his slie designe conceal'd He would have called Heav'n and Earth to be Spectators of his noble Chevalrie 157. But
Groans her Bosome rent Her Heart did pant with Languishments of Love By Watching Prayers Fasts with God she 〈◊〉 74. With God she strove and with her selfe for all This while her Soule was out of tune and taste Those Exercises savoured now of Call Whose Sweetnesse pos d the Honey in times past Yet she this tedious Gall would not forsake Nor 〈◊〉 exchange the Dew of Hybla take 75. Thus when soule Humors have usurp'd and reign In his weak Stomach still the hungry Man Ingests his wholesome Diet though in vain For every houre his Meat doe what he can Onely mispent and half-corrupted is And then regorg d with painfull Nauseousnesse 76. Her heavy Breast was now become as cold And dead as if it ne'r had been the Seat Of 〈◊〉 Fire and Heav'n and He that would Have paralleld her Soules and Bodies State Though wondrous drie this was might soon have spyed How that far more than This was Mortified 77. And this scru d her Conditions Anguish high For still she neither thought she Watch'd nor Pray'd Nor shed a Fear nor heaved up a Sigh Nor managed her Contemplations Trade Nor Groand nor Lovd because she never felt Her Heart in any of these Actions melt 78. What Man upon the thanklesse Rocks can plow Or found his Building on the faithlesse Sand Or in the stormy Oceans Furrows sow Or wash the tawny AEthiopians Hand And still be patient though his Pains and Cost A thousand times already have been lost 79. Where 's that stout He who though He be imploy'd In busines of Fire and Flames and set With sulphury fuel to keep up the Tide Of iron Fornaces enraged Heat Can be content mean while Himselfe to be Shrivell'd and nipp'd up by Frosts Tyranny 80. Yet through these Riddles of Disconsolation Brave Psyche waded and bore up her Head Aloft the Flood whilst far above all Passion Her Passion she embrac'd and wearied Her Selfe with no lesse Quiet than if she Down stream had sloated with facilitie 81. For patiently she 〈◊〉 was and sound No Comfort in this 〈◊〉 of her 〈◊〉 Yet though she every day and houre were 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 she 〈◊〉 she 〈◊〉 did 〈◊〉 The 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and her 〈◊〉 did give 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in this 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 82. Long liv'd she in it and although her Fasts She duely kept yet did she not forbear When Nature challeng'd them her spare Repasts She being stor'd by Phylax s loving Care Although she were ambitious to die She scorn'd to hasten on her Destiny 83. Long liv'd she in it for her Spouse was now Resolv d her Valonrs full Extent to trie But envious Satan who ran prieing through All Quarters of this lower World to spie Where He might finde new Booties for his spight Discover'd her in this disconsolate Plight 84. But as a Coward who hath oft been beat Yet still on base revengefull Hope doth feed Waits opportunity when He may meet His brave Antagonist impoverished In strength and Spirits by some other Fight And on that Weaknesse builds his stollen Might 85. So now base-hearted He the fight forbore Till Psyches Courage He conceived spent And then with prouder Hopes then e'r before Unto his damned Home pufft up he went Fool as He was to let his Looks professe His Triumph e'r the Victory was His. 86. Then haveing climb'd his Throne and from his face Wip'd off the coalblack Sweat into a Smile He forced it The Feinds admir'd whar cause Their Kings Austerity could so beguile Yet in compliance every One begun To shrivell up his Cheeks and gently grin 87. When Satan thus Hate and Defiance first To Heav'n and then all Glory to my Selfe You know to what expence of Pains that 〈◊〉 And though most feeble yet most peevish 〈◊〉 Jesus his Mistresse long hath put Me yet Upon that Worm my Will I could not get 88. But now the feat is done and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Is by her goodly Spouse divore'd and lies To the just Vengance of our Majesty A most abandoned and woefull Prize I saw her as she lay but scorn d to bring Her with Me No it 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 with a King 89. But thou Dispair and here he turn'd aside For standing at his right Hand was the Feind Shalt fetch her hither Thou maist finde her hid In that 〈◊〉 deserts farthest closest end Which lies next to that superstitious sink Where Arimathean 〈◊〉 bones do stink 90. The 〈◊〉 Furie made no stay For what so 〈◊〉 is as Desperation But posted upward snatching by the way Her dismall Engins in such furious Fashion That all her Sisters 〈◊〉 at her haste And 〈◊〉 was glad when she by it was past 91. 〈◊〉 the 〈…〉 the hilly Peak 〈…〉 Way 〈…〉 impatience she did break 〈…〉 trembling lay 〈…〉 the dull sleeping 〈◊〉 Awak'd for fear and 〈◊〉 about its Bed 92. All Beasts which saw the 〈◊〉 as she flew Distracted at the horror of the sight Themselves down fatal Precipices threw All Birds unable to maintain their flight Let their Wings flag and hung their Heads aside And having chang'd their tunes to shreikings di'd 93. But still the frightfull Furie posted on Till she arriv'd at her desired Place Where finding sorrowfull Psyche all alone She set her hideous self full in her face All shapes of horror which did ever fright The 〈◊〉 Eys must stoop unto this sight 94. Pale Ghastlines did in her Viiage reign Which yet self-Rage in part confuted had Black hideous Gore full many a wofull stain Pump'd from her own accursed Veins had made For oft her madnesse on her self she show'd And her Cheeks valleys with her nailes had plow'd 95. Her Locks were half torn off so was her Gown And most by careless Naftiness was she Array'd than by her Cloths Her breasts hung down All lank and torn and flapp'd upon her knee Which gap'd and shew'd the naked shatter'd Bone She 〈◊〉 had dash'd on a sharp stont 96. But every Part did handsome seem and fair Unto her hollow and yet staring Eys In which such soveraign Terrors marshall'd were As no Description can equalize For 〈◊〉 was like to nothing but the other And 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 which should outstare his Brother 97. These were the ominous Mirrours where each Wight Whose Bosome was not innocent and clear No sooner look'd but in a fatal Plight He saw himself and all his Crimes which there Appearing double did affright him so That from his cursed self he wish'd to go 98. The 〈◊〉 Basilisks mischievous Eys And those of fascinating Witches be Far 〈◊〉 Glasses than these Prodigies Which 〈◊〉 with Danger 's worst extremitie Heav'n 〈◊〉 the Man whose miserable Chance 〈◊〉 him into the 〈◊〉 of their glance 99. Nor was the furniture of this foule Hag Unanswerable to her hideous looks For in her starved sharp Arms she did lag A load of rusty Swords Knives Daggers Hooks With poisnous Cups and Boxes all bound up And hung in many a fatal Withe and Rope 100. Appointed thus she stood a while and stared