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The teares of the beloued: or, The lamentation of Saint Iohn, concerning the death and passion of Christ Iesus our sauiour. By I.M.
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Markham, Gervase, 1568?-1637.
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earthly might For then my seruants would be prest to fight Belike the saying of the wise men much Moued mens minds who called Christ a King But this is sure gainst Romanes all did gruch The hope of freedome flouring state would bring Vaine was their hope whom God ment not to free VVho fights gainst God should he with such agree Our heauenly King in his especiall grace Doth spirituall gifts vpon his friends bestow He loueth them that loue him to imbrace VVho such sheepe are this shepherd true doth know Shaddowes haue shewes wanting their proper weight VVho vvants the ground are fed vvith fond deceight In this my moane although I do digresse Iust cause I haue Christs kingdome me constraines This same is it vvhich Sathan vvould oppresse Herein the vvicked most do tire their braines The singer sweete of Israel saw this age Which caus'd him muse why vainely they do rage Ye mortall men vvho haue on earth your time Like pilgrims poore to plod in vncoath vvayes What are ye here but drosse earth clay and slime Can ye prolong your life vvith yeares or dayes Your glasse doth run though sand in glasse do stay But being run you hence must poast away Vpon the charge Pilate to Christ did lay Our vvisdome vvould he should declare againe If of himselfe he then the vvords did say Or that some other to speake so did him traine But as Iewes name the Deputy did deny So he declarde on whom the blame did lye Then he demaunds what our sweete Lord had done Sith earthly pompe of Kings he did not claime For that with spight the Iewes this threed had sponne Gainst proper life of Sauiour so to aime The heathen yet he doth assay to teach Though he did here matter aboue his reach Harken to him who is a glorious King Whose gouernement whose lawes and other rights Are fram'd from heauen of him the Angels sing Of him to talke each godly one delights For ods are great twixt that which shall decay And this dread King which shall indure for aye Stoope stately Kings vnto this King indeede Your greatest glory to his is not a sparke He you defends his taske is you to feede He is your light and guides you in the darke All possible good from this great Good doth flowe His are your crownes to him your crownes ye owe. And Pilate said A King now art thou then Iesus replyes Thou saist I am a King This title much doth trouble carnall men Who causlesse heare but conscience hath a sting Yet of that sting they haue no sence at all Which forceth them to greater dangers fall Euen for this cause saith Iesus I am borne Into this world for this cause I did come Witnes to beare to truth which most men scorne Yet friends to truth that heare my voyce are some What is the Truth thus Pilate then did say But turn'd his backe and would no longer stay A question sweete Pilate thou didst propound Why wouldst not stay to heare our Lords reply Thou shouldst haue heard him error soone confound This gracefull Good would not to teach deny But thou foreshewest how some of chiefest place To talke of truth accompt it their disgrace But glorious Truth shall in the end preuaile Against all foes who seeke to presse it downe Sathan doth know in vaine he doth assaile This onely Good his ministers yet must frowne Banding their might against this highest grace Working their spight that do this truth imbrace Most splendent Truth thy glorious golden rayes Many degrees surmounts the shining sunne Thy marueilous might and thy most worthy prayse None can declare for when we all haue donne We come too short thy greatnes to declare Thee to disgrace yet flesh and blood doth dare But Sunne to darke we know is practise vaine To warre with heauen will proue a fearefull fight God such doth hate as do his truth disdaine Against such foes he girded is with might Who for the truth would not his life then spend Seeing God is prest his owne right to defend To Iewes now Pilate goeth yet once againe And to them said In Christ no cause I finde Your custome is I one should loose from paine At this your feast then Iesus he doth minde Ye Iewes your King if now ye meane to choose Your minds vnfold will ye I Iesus loose Me thought this was like to a sudden stay Forc'd by retrait where egre battaile meetes Where man doth man with mutuall might assay And bloodlesse bodies earth then gladly greetes But then againe both armies forces tryes Till one of them must yeeld with fainting cryes So then this comfort corsiue I may call For what refreshing found my sad lament My chiefe of choyce my soule I saw in thrall So I perceiued the Iewes to murther bent Faces of men are tables of their minde By outward signes mens malice ye may finde For wicked Iewes their clamours now began We will not Iesus Barrabas we will Like craues their like let loose a murtherous man Haue ye no care the spotlesse blood to spill Drop blooddy teares my moysture waxeth dry Like sommers drouth that for more raine doth cry Poore Iotham now me thinkes I do thee see Who didst rebuke thy vnkinde countrymen In offer made to trees who King should be They rule refus'd but hooking bramble then Would needes be King and then had his desire The tyrants rule is like consuming fire Ah my Redeemer this oft thou didst foretell In parables and in thy preaching plaine That of the Vineyard wherein is vttered well How for great good they thee requite with paine Gods heire thou art to kill thee these now ment Thou being slaine they to possesse are bent Possesse ye shall and cruelly be destroyd Oh wicked men your glory shall decay Your pleasant land shall lye both waste and voyd To all the world ye shall become a pray Such who will not that Christ should rule alone Must finde his might where they must waile mone Ye will not him that would your proper good Ye him reiect that came you to redeeme Oh people blinde that thus Gods grace withstood So light to set of him beyond esteeme Vertue in place we haue no care to minde But being gone we gladly would it finde The first Adiunct My sweetest Sweete my Lord my loue my life The worlds bright lampe farre cleerer then the sunne What may this meane cannot I end this strife This ranckorous spight by wicked Iewes begunne O man most pure for wretches most forlorne Must my great God to men be made a scorne He made his soule an offring for our sinne His will was such his death doth life prolong He dying for vs then did our life beginne His is the gaine to him all ioyes belong Although our guilt did force our Lord to faint Yet all his foes could not with sinne him taint Thou Light of God in whom no darknes dwels Sole reconciler and worker of our wealth Thy bitter pangs all