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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
high To meaner hopes and leave aloft to câ—ime Siâ—h â—oâ—mer favours now are maâ—kes too high Either â—o levell at or to come nigh But oh ambitious â—ies for so vveake sight He is too bright a Sunne your lookes are ty'de And now are limitted to meaner light And rather like a Bart than Eagle ey'de You must your selves t'inâ—eriour lookes submit For him to see such substance is unfit No no sith 〈…〉 his feet reiected How can I thinke but that my vvant of faith Is cause I am so slenderly respected Anâ— that his heart to yeeld me love gainesaith Yea that I am from all possession throwne Of his kind favour vvhich vvere earst mine owne Yet vvhy should I stoope to a feare so base When vvant of faith vvith sinne vvas vvorse agreeved He did vouchsafe to grâ—â—nt me of his grace And shall I now cause faintly I beleeved Thinke that my Lord so rigorously vvill deale As to abridge me of this vvished vveale Is the sinceritie of my pure Love Wherein he hath no partener at all In no respect availeable to move Or in account is it so light and small As that it may not hope some sparke to find Of vvonted mercie and his graâ—â— so kind I vvill not vvrong him vvith so â—â—iust a thought Sith his appearing doth approve the same His vvords o'rethrow that such suspition vvrought His countenance doth teâ—l I am to blame Why then should I from such a vaine surmise Sucke so much sorrow in such foolish vvise Thus as I travailed in this iourney short My fantasies long voiages did make And heal'd my mind in such a vvavering sort Hope could not vvin nor feare vvould not forsake But twixt them both my vision made me glad And greefe of my deniall made me sad But as I vvas in this perplexed vvise Rising and falling in uncertainetie The other holy vvomen I espie That first vvith me came to the grave to see To vvhom the Angels had made demonstration Of Christ my Lord and maisters resurrection The Conclusion Iesus met them saying All Haile OH how profound are all thy iudgements Lord How doest thou take my sorrow to thy heart How doth thy eies such bleeding drops afford To see my vvounded love and greevous smart That thy refusall late required is With such a grant so free and full of blis Full of content the baulme of troubled mind That tooke no pleasure vvhere thy presence vvanted But oh how grace hath graced me to find The love vvherevvith my soule is cheefe acquainted His love 's my life by his love my life liveth For to my soule his love the life breath giveth Now are the dolefull darke and pitcht-fac'd clouds Dispearst and driven from my comforts face Those melancholy moist and vvat'rie shrouds That did the brightnesse of my ioies displace Wrapping me up as in eternall night Vanisht they are seeing my hearts delight Delight in him to vvhom all love is debt Seal'd vvith the heart the soule and all the might A paiment that admits no vvorldly let To linger or defraud a heavenly right Which if I cannot pay as due requires Accept O Lord thy debtors true desires Let me thy everlasting prisoner be Chain'd in the linkes of an eternall love My vvant and vvill is only knowne to thee A vvilling debtour I vvill ever prove And vvhat I have I freely doe bestowe Take all my vvorth for part of that I owe. Oh Christian soule take Marie to thy mirrour And if thou vvilt the like effects obtaine Then follow her in like affections fervour And so vvith her like mercie shalt thou gaine Learn sinfull man of this once sinfull vvoman That sinners may find Christ vvhich sin abandon That love recovereth him that sinne did lose That firme beleefe recalleth that againe Which fainting faith did quite forsake to chose That vvhat nor force nor favour can obtaine Nor pollicie by mortall meanes bring in Continued teares of constant love can vvin Learne then of her for Christ no force to feare And out of Christ no comfort to desire With Christ his love all love though ne're so deare To over-rule to quench fond fancies fire Rise earely soule in thy good motions morne Sleepe not in sloth vvhen diligence may performe Run vvith repentance to thy sinfull hart Which should the Temple undefil'd have bin But through thy fault deserves no better part Than be the Tombe for Christ to burie in For vvanting life to tast this heavenly bread He seem'd to thee as if he had been dead Remove the loads that presse thee downe in sin The stone of former hardnesse roule away Looke to thy soule if Christ be lodg'd therein And if thou find that there he doe not stay Then weepe without in other creatures mind him Sith had in all in any thou maist find him Make faith thine eie hope guide and love thy light Seeke him not his for himselfe not his meeds If faith have found him in a cloudie night Let hope seeke for him vvhen the day spring breeds If hope to see him have thee luckly led Let love seeke further in him to be fed If Sorrow knocke Remorse is Mercies porter And ever opens to let Dolour in Vnto that dore be thou a quicke resorter T is much to save the losse that comes by sin He that of Sorrow is true mournefull taster Doth feele sins smart and find sins salving plaster Strive vvith thy thoughts being all prepar'd together To rise out of mortalities foule mire Which hath no standing nor firme footing neither Prevent the daunger and in time retire Crave to be cleane of that same filth sinne urged For vvho is pure that Iesus hath not purged He can the ruines of thy soule repaire He yet destributeth his mercies treasure The dore stands open yet thy suite prepare Let not repentance stay old ages leasure When the Meridian of thy Sun 's once past The night of Nature hies upon thee fast Awake therefore vvatch th'evils hourely nie Provide before thou be surpriz'd of breath Vpon the pale horse heedfull cast thine eie Note him that sits thereon vvhose name is Death Be readie for the stroke he is to give For feare thou die ere thou begin to live Oh mild Physician how vvell didst thou know Thy corosive so sharp did greeve my vvound Which did by ignorance not errour grow Therefore no sooner felt but helpe vvas found Thy linative appli'de did ease my paine For though thou did forbid t was no restraine And now to shew that thy deniall late Was but a cheeke to my unsetled faith And no reiecting of my fault vvith hate Thou letst me vvash thy feet in my teare bath I kisse them too the seales of our redemption My love renewed vvith endlesse consolation Thus hast thou Lord full finished my teares Assured my hopes contented my desireâ— Repai'd my love â—â—extirped 〈◊〉 my feaâ—es Perfected ioies vvith all that heart requires And made the period of expiring greefes The preamble to ever fresh releefes How mercifull a father art thou Lord To poore forsaken Orphans in distresse How soft a iudge that iudgement doth afford With mildest grace to sinners comfortlesse How sure a friend unto a syncere lover Whose pure and faithfull love doth alter never Thou then that art vvith diligence prepar'd Going vvith speed standing vvith hopes lift hie Humbling thy heart thy haughtie vvill impar'd If thou vvith Marie none but Christ vvould see Himselfe vvill to thy teares an answere give And his owne vvords assure thee he doth live That sweetly he vnto thee being showne To others thou maist run and make him knowne FINIS