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A07162
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Marie Magdalens lamentations for the losse of her master Iesus
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Markham, Gervase, 1568?-1637.
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vvhich under burthen cries Vnto a nevv-made storme of sighes and feares And last my soule oh soule vvith vvoe opprest Is made a prisoner to my owne unrest My heart shall never cease to tire my toung My toung shall never rest to tell my smart My smart shall cause me still to vvaile my vvrong My vvrong bereaving me of my best part So heart so toung so smart shall all accord To sigh tell shew my greefes for my dead Lord. I silly soule sith I my mirth have lost For my part vvill make much of heartie sorrow And sith my ioy vvith such deepe vvoe is crost In bitter teares all comfort I vvill borrow Which I presume I lawfully may shee l Fetching my vvarrant from his latest deed Alas vvhat need had my sweet Lord to vveepe Vpon the crosse but for our learnings sake Which cannot sure be ill for me to keepe That he thought good to give t is good to take My vveeping cannot preiudice my blisse A vvorld of teares cannot bewaile my misse I still vvill dravv to my distressed mind All sad conceits all heavie pensive musing My heart to daily languor I will bind Where it may pinâ— in vvithered caâ—e perusing Taking no comfort for my vvoes redresse But in consenting to be comfortlesse Oh vvould to God I vvere as privie made Vnto his blessed bodies sweet remove To know vvhere that pure vessell now is laid As he is vvitting of my faithfull love Oh thou my Lord and owner of my soule That knowes my heart and can conceive my dole If skies bright Sunne to shew his beames did shame When light of lights vvas darkened vvith disgrace If heavens their beautie did vvith louring staine Suting their colours to their makers case If Natures frame did melting shake to see Natures faire Author us'd unnaturally Why should not I vvhose over-burthening smart Hath equall cause to vvaile his heavie case Helpe in this â—â—d consort to beare a part Especially sith in this little space His bodies losse hath mourners number lessened And yet the cause of vveeping is increased The Apostles all are fled his friends afraid And I alone to vveepe for all am staid Marie Magdalens fift Lamentation Maries perseverance at the Tombe and the apring of Christ in the likenesse of a Gardiner OH my dear Lord thy greefe the greatest was That evvâ—r vvas in man or manly heart And my greefe is as great a greefe alas As ever came to vvoman for her part For out of thine my love hath carved mee A part not small and yet too small for thee Thy losse my torment hath redoubled And all sad soules pay me vvhat they did borrow I beare the greefe which theÌ„ too much hath troubled Yea I am made Vice-gerent of all sorrow Sorrow ah sorrow thou O Tombe vvith me And thaw to teares you stones that hardest be The time is come now is the very time That leave it had and license for to cry To tell the Pharises their sinfull crime Now for the Lord the breach of silence try Who said if his disciples held their peace The very stones vvould crie for sins increace Sith then their lips be locked up vvith feare And sadnesse makes them mute and not a vvord Oh crie you stones and no exclaimes forbeare Crie out against the murtherers of my Lord The robbers of his sacred coarse bewray Bring them to light that stole my Lord away For sure it vvas some Pharises fell spight Or bloodie Scribe not sated vvith the paine His bodie felt but bloud their hearts envite To practise some vvorse crueltie againe And now to glut their brutish mind vvithall Have stolne his coarse to use unnaturall Oh rockes and stones if ever you must crie Now is high time to poure your loud exclaimes Novv let your clamours to the vvelkin flie Sith light is darkened dead the flame of flames The vvorlds great Monarch foulely massacred The life of lives outrageously misused Doth not his tongue vvhose truth infallible is Whose vvord omnipotent rules sea and vvind Whom creatures most insensible doe kisse With aw'd obedience vvhich his power doth bind Promise the vvhole vvorld shall defend the iust Against those sencelesse soules vvhich selfe power trust And vvho more iust than he of Iustice king Who than his barbarous murtherers sencelesse more Whose innocent bloud could not a staunching bring Vnto their greedie thirst slaughtered before Vnlesse they to this impious act proceed To vvorke his bodie dead some hellish deed Why doe not then all creatures them applie To be revenged in a cause so iust Vpon the Iewes uncivile tyrannie Bereft of sence and blinded in mistrust Their hearts made inhumane of reason barrain Void of good feeling both to God and Man But sure it cannot be in humane might To steale the bodie of my Lord away No bloudie theefe nor any mortall vvight Had sufferance to beare so vvicked sway It can not be that any sinfull soule Would undertake a deed of such deepe dole No no he vvas no bootie for a â—heefe Nor for a cruell Pharisee a pray Nor vvere the Angels slacke to attend him cheefe As my suspition doth presume to say If this thing cannot change my mind from feare Yet looking on the clothes my doubts may cleare Would any theefe have so religious beene To steale the bodie and the clothes not take Would any theefe so venterous have been seene To stay so many feare delaies to make As to unshroud the coarse order the sheets And fold the napkins vvith such seemely pleets I know that Mirrhe makes linnen cleave as fast As pitch or glue vvell tempered or made And could a theefes stolne leasure so long last As to dissolve the Mirrhe and baâ—e the dead Breake up the seales open the Tombe and all Where vvas the vvatch vvheÌ„ these things did befall If all this yet cannot persuade my mind Yet might my owne experience make me see When at the crosse they stripped him unkind I saw his garment vvould not parted bee From goaâ—ie backe but tare his tender skin Much more if it vvith Mirrhe had nointed bin I le looke into the sheet if there remaine Any one parcell of his mangled flesh Or any haire pluckt from his heads soft vaine If none that shall my vvearie vvoe refresh I le thinke a better chaunce betides my love Than my misdeeming feare vvill let me prove A guiltie conscience doubteth vvant of time And leaud attempts are still dispatcht in hast Offenders doubt least light make known their crime And in nights sable vveed commit their vvast With dread and horror acting fearefully And cannot marke vvhen things vvell ordered be But to unvvrap a bodie mangled so Out of Mirrhe cloathes and not the flesh to teare Leaving them thus so cleanely vvip'd in show It is a thing most marvellous to heare And most impossible for man to do Vnlesse they had light helpe and time thereto But oh the great effects of rarest love If love a languor be hovv then live I