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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A06171	Prosopopeia containing the teares of the holy, blessed, and sanctified Marie, the Mother of God.	Lodge, Thomas, 1558?-1625.	1596 (1596)	STC 16662A; ESTC S1587	34,962	128

shal I bee more vnkind than the earth to the king of the heauens who as the beam in the glasse hath inriched my wombe and annointed me with the oyle of gladnesse aboue my felows shall I requite his kindnesse great mercies with a few faint teares No my charitie shall not let me my loue shall suffer my griefe to exceed her and reason shall surrender his Lordship to passion sufficeth it my son that in spirit I assure mee of thy life yet in flesh whilest thou art absent dwellest with death let mee bewaile thee for humane weaknesse requireth a little more weeping Of one spark saith the wise man is made a great fire of one kernell a large tree of one grain of mustard seed a great and grosse number why then shuld not one care beget another one tear produce multitudes one sighe inforce stormes wherethorough my griefe might bee endlesse in lamenting my teares ceaselesse in weeping and my sighs incessant in their doubling Hanna was troubled in her minde and wept sore to get a sonne and shuld not Marie be tormented in soule and weep instantly that hath left a sonne Achsah married to Othouiel humbled her selfe before her father and sayd Giue me a blessing thou hast giuen mee a South lande giue mee also springes of water As Achsah to Caleb her father so I to shee my God thou hast giuen mee a South land of desolation wherin the fruits of hope are barre the blossoms of ioyes are blasted Oh giue mee therefore a well spring of teares to water this wast that my hopes maye ripe by my ruth and my ioyes maye bloome after their blasting Iosiah considering the long absence concealment of the bookes of the lawe rent his garments for griefe wept bitterly Wonder not therefore ô ye men of Israel though Marie rent hir heart rent her hairs rent hir clothes for the hath lost long wanted the Lord of the lawe the maker of Moses the father of the people the passeouer and pledge of mans redemption As the hand which is filled with oue thing can receiue and containe no other thing so my heart being filled with the loue of this absent Christ the griefe in wanting him the woundes that wounde him can loue nothing better than to lament him can grieue at nothing else but his want finally my eyes presenting his woundes to the consideration of the same my thoughts are wounded by dwelling in my heart my heart is wounded by containing my thoughts and both are wounded in imagining his wounds yea they are so filled with compassion that they yeeld no place to consolation Why then begette not these griefefull thoughtes more griefefull thoughts these teares more teares these sighes more sighes which hauing onelye emperie in my heart maye giue place to no ioye but breake the circumference that incloseth them in in the centre of care and getting better freedome to produce more they maye in theyr eternitie make mee more miserable and my moane more fruitful ' my sorrowe more plentifull thorough the foisons of my misfortune Ah Marie thou canst not make thine abilitie aunswerable to thy will thy life hath limites and must limite thy teares Hee that bindeth the flouds that they ouerflow not boundeth thy teares Thou hast wept to the vtterance thou hast no more to vtter the darknes must once come to an end the cloudes must at last bee dissolued and euerie thing must end at his appointed time and as there is a time to bemoane so lykewyse there is a time to bee merrie If thou weepe tyll thou weepe awaie lyfe and crie till thy dayes bee consumed and quite wasted a daie shal come to determine both What shall I become a comforter or giue a lawe to my remorse who cannot comprehend my losse No mine eies weepe on whilest I haue a time to liue giue no tearme to your teares as fast as you weep them my braines shall distill them the fire of my loue shall helpe to distill them they cannot cease till I die and beeing dead what need I seeke to bewaile his absence being assured of his presence Th̄e til I die I wil not cease to weep that being dead I may behold him whilest I liue I will count all food vaine till I feede on his presence If mine eies growe wearie my sighes shall assist them and when both of them are infeebled my cries shall be inforced in the hollow of his sepulchre I wil execute these drirements and I will exclaime so long on death till I make him deafe with hearing me Make him deafe poore Marie Ahlas he is alwaies deafe and insensible it were a second death to assault him hee is not tamed by intreaties tempted by perswasions bribed by benefits or allured by lamentations tearmes please him not tears pearce him not it were an endlesse labour a fruitlesse worke Oh my sonne how am I discruciate for thee I woulde worke I know not what to win thee I know not how I wold end my sorrow and desire to begin it I woulde beare thee to thy graue could I cease to imbrace thee I would complaine of my desires so I might appease them and conquer my affections so I might command them but flames that are ' quickly kindled are hardly quenched and where oyle seeds the lampe of sorrowe it will hardly bee extinguished My sighs preuent my teares and inforce them to issue my teares preuent my thoughts make them impatient my thoughtes preuent my reason and admit no moderation my reason would preuent all this but loue preuenteth it my loue beeing of it selfe firie will not cease burning till it imbrace thee flaming till it find thee out my charitie is soueraigne of all my delights she wils mee die to liue with thee And as in Salomons temple there there was nothing that was not couered with golde so is there not anie parte sense motion or action in me or the liuing temple of my soul which is not inuested with loue clothed with charity which hauing the nature of fire which is the most actiue of all elementes is neuer idle but reuiueth teares when they are extinct quickneth sighs when they cease armeth thoughtes when they are dismaide and forceth reason when shee fainteth As the roote is to the tree the soule to the bodie the sunne to the worlde such are thou to mee O my sonne the boughs are not clothed with green except they bee vnited to the root the members inioye no lyfe except they be imformed by the soule the worlde partaketh no light excepte the Sunne illuminateth and lightneth the same so my bodie inioyeth no lyfe except thou liue in mee mine eyes no delight excepte thou loooke vppon them my thoughtes no cleere and perfect vnderstanding vnlesse thou beautifie and beholde them Briefely I cannot bee mine owne without thee I cannot liue thou beeing dead I cannot leaue weeping teares vntill thou come and wipe awaie my teares Hee that truely loueth saith the