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A06171
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Prosopopeia containing the teares of the holy, blessed, and sanctified Marie, the Mother of God.
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Lodge, Thomas, 1558?-1625.
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though nature cannot mâ—â—e you to sighs which is affecteâ—â—y her obiects let mee winne you by reasons to ratifie your remorse If your friends come from far countries to visite you you imbrace them if they giue you giftes you thanke them if they counsell you you consent vnto them What then will you returne your sauiour my sonne for his curtesies Hee comming into the worlde hath shewed you three principall signes of loue mercie and pietie First hee condescended to your mortalitie Secondly hee prouided messengers of your saluation Thirdly he gaue you precepts and admonishmentes of your welfare He came from heauen to comfort you on earth hee suffered on earth to carrie you to heauen he became the lowlyest amongst men to make you the highest among creatures hee hath visited you with his graces giuing ease to your labour comfort to your afflictions salue to your infirmities he hath presented you with gifts not golde and siluer which are corruptible not pomp honor which seduce the senses not securitie and vanitie which corrupt the heart but he hath broken his bodie on the crosse for you hee hath broken his bodie in the Sacrament for you he hath giuen you the cup of attonement his ' precious bloud hee hath made you one with God by being generally condemned by the world he hath counselled you to rise from sins to make your bodies vessels of the holy Ghost to sanctifie your soules in the bloud of his testament being made approued iust therefore you ought to loue him wholy to whoÌ„ you owe al what you are wholy If you see an earthly king before you you fal before his throne you humble your selfe before his iudgment you subscribe to his law and obey his ordinances why despise you then the king of heauens to whom princes stoope and whom the wind and sea obeyeth to whom all knees both in heauen earth and hel are bowed If you respect works hee made heauen and earth if the manner of nothing if the purpose for vngratefull man who being lord of all by him will not acknowledge his due homage to him if you dispose your affections by the wisdom of your gouernors who more wiser than Iesus Where the Psalmist sayth Great is the Lord our God mightie his vertue and his wisdom is beyond number And again God is the God of sciences our thoughts are prepared vnto him Who therefore is so wise mightie as her that by wisdom discouereth al things and by power punisheth all offences How much wisedome and seuetitie is in this Iudge Who discouereth the thoughts of the hart knoweth whereunto our imaginations are intended measureth the waight of our sinnes and how iniquities are chained together Fnally all are of him by him and in him If wonders drawe your affections who were wonderfull looke on his birth it is wonderfull aboue nature without man of a sole virgine looke on his name it is wonderfull Iesus by interpretation a sauior Yet more woÌ„ders a fraile man and a strong God a poore mans sonne and the prince of peace borne in time and the perpetuall father of succeeding ages Yet three more wonders First in those things which were spoken of him SecoÌ„dly in those things which were spoken by him Thirdly in those which were forespoken of him by the Patriarks and Prophets Iacob prophesied his comming long before The scepter shall not bee taken from Iudah Balaam called him the starre out of Iacob they called him the flower and the branch on which flower the holy Ghost should haue his resting place And is not this admirable Wil you more wonder Hear Elizabeth prophesie hear Zacharie prophesie the shephearde prophesie the Sages prophesie Yet more wonders In his infansy his answeres were admirable all testifie of him maruell at his answere applaud his prudence Will you more wonders The people maruelled at him saying He hath done all things wel hee hath made the deafe heare and the dombe speake Loue him therefore as your Lorde honour him as your king who is admirable in his conception admirable in his birth admirable in his preachings admirable in his passion admirable in his death admirable in his charitie And to this loue O remorselesse lookers on adde teares for no man can truelye loue that is not affected to see his beloued afflicted Come come and weepe bitterly with mee for you haue much cause of lamentation If loue can diuorce you from ingratitude come and weep of pure loue for my son hath therefore suffered because he loued if in iustice come mollifie your hearts behold an innocent reprochfully crucified if consanguinitie can affect you behold your father which hath begotten and chosen you before all eternities reckned amongst theeues rent by bloudthirstie men scourged by the guiltie if you be abashed to see God so mightily brused bewail your deadly sins the causes of his detriment if you wonder at his humilitie blame your pride if you admire his patience condemn your wrath As the member that feeleth no griefe is sayde to bee dead and the disease which is insensible is alwayes vncurable so vnlesse you partake in passion with Christ lament to see him crucified sorrowe to beholde his woundes you are no liuing members but dead ones no true sonnes of his but bastardes if you suffer wyth him you shall raigne with him if you associate him in his passions you shall partake wyth him in his consolations The Philosophers write that the Harpie is a birde hauing a mans 〈◊〉 so fell cruell and furious that beeing pressed and assaulted with hunger she inuadeth killeth a man whome when shee hath deuoured and whose bodie when she hath torne beeing assailed wyth thirst she flyeth to the water to drinke where beholdin◠〈◊〉 owne face and remembring the similitude of him whome shee slew shee is confounded with so much griefe that shee dieth for dolour Oh carelesse worldlings except ther be lesse remorse in you than in this creature looke into the spring of your consciences lodge in your memorie howe much you haue crucified this Christ with your sinnes slain him by your offeÌ„ces though you die not through extremitie of grief yet let fall some teares to bewayle him tenderly Oh let not sinne take hold of you idlenesse preuent you or pride consound you for trees that haue broadest leaues doo soonest loose them men that haue proudest thoughts are soonest deceiued by them Foolish that thou art canst thou bewaile thy dead father that begot thee thy sick sonne that delights thee thy lost riches that maintained thee wilt not thou weepe for Iesus that redeemed thee Canst thou grieue to see thy flockes perish thy houses burnned thy wise slaine thy daughters defloured and wilt thou not weepe to see thy God who gaue these confounded with tormeÌ„ts thy comforter that created these suffer on the crosse thy Iesus that lightneth thee cloathed with death Oh let not your gronings be hidden from him praie
the faithfull Yours T. L. ERRATA Io A 4 page li. 18 for sonne hath died read son died In the 6 p li 14 for sonne read syen in the 7 li 4 for rest read rest l 19 for lost read lest p 8 l. 8 for queen read quiet p. 9 l 16 17 read one indiuided graue might burie two indiuid p 10 l 16 hart read hearse p 12 l 4 for dissolution read desolation In C p 8 li 3 for a tree read fiue p 10 li 11 read them beeing reproued p 13 l 17 desires read disasters In D p 16 Odâ—tus read Odilus E In p 1 l 20 mortuam read mortuum THE TEARES of MARIE the mother of Christ. AS soone as our Sauioure had paide the tribute of our redemption on the tree of the Crosse and suffered in the flesh for the offences of fleshly men iust and compassionate Ioseph with his associates who had begged the bodie and taken the true Isaac from the pile of the sacrifice wrapped the prison of Christs eternitie in fayre linnen clothes addressing himselfe to beare him to his sepulchre but Mary the maiden mother who during the time of his passion had welnigh emptied all the riuers of her compassion rifled the treasures of her remorse to lament her sonnes most tragike martyrdome accompanying her deuotion with their duty as they wrapt him shee wept him as fitie zeale assisted their hands sounding griefe wrought on hir heart her eie grudged at that their hands did execute and hir eyes onely griefe was so vehement that they executed themselues in executing griefe Ahlas amiable Ladie howe satest thou like the desolate turtle weeping thy make How many legions of miseries were armed against thy sole singular patience Thy dead ioyes gaue thy sorows fâ—â—ck sorrow was so actiue in thee as if thou hadst bin wholy resolued into sorrowe They that beheld thy griefe were amazed to beholde it yet thou in suffring it thoughtest all to little for him thou sufferedst Thou flaming bush replenished with fire yet neuer burning thou flourishing rod of Aaron swiftly springing thou lock of Gedeon filled with celestiall dew how neere neighbours were thy lips to the dere lips of thy sonne How redy were thy handes to discouer thy cause of griefe to the end thou mightest couer those lims which did coÌ„fort thee in life Thornes could not let thee froÌ„ kissing his torne face froÌ„ his dead countenance grew thy disconsolate comfort The suppose of what hee was made thee greeue that so he is the hope of that he would be gouerned and bridled the sorrow wherein thou wouldest be Ah faire among the daughters of Sion hee that had seene thy cheeks like clusters of grapes in Engaddi become more pale than the frosty face of Apennine hee that had seene the mother imbrued in the bloud of her Sonne the Son bedewed with his mothers teares coulde hee leaue off teares except hee had for sworne them Oh ye Angels of peace weep with this virgin mourne heauens droup starres the Lord of heauen hath suffered and Marie sigheth for him the Sonne hath dyed for all the mother deads her heart with sorow for the Lorde of all his dead bodie is the mirror of her losse her liuely griese is the motion and spirite of her loue she exclaimes on cuerie sense but they forsake their offices his eies will not beholde her his tongue will not salute her his handes will not imbrace her his eares will not heare her yet yeldeth her charitie such vigour to all her senses that in looking on him shee seemeth to giue his dead eie a second sight his deaf eare a relenting attention his senselesse armes and hands a habite of imbrace only seeing the tong the vnkindest member in requiting her she betrothed her tongue to complaint and thus most pensiuely lamented O my God lend mine eyes a well of teares for they must weepe a worlde of wrongs Let the voice of my complaintes pearce the heauens and let the centre shake to heare my shriks Ahlas this day must I be tender hauing as many sorrows to weepe for as daies to liue and no daie to liue that hath not his legion of sorrowes Mine eyes breake my heart when I consider what my heart must discharge by mine eyes Oh Lord thou seest my wrong take thou my cause vpon thee for an infinite passion is required to lament my infinite losse I am the tygresse depriued of her young whelp the sacred tree that haue lost my sonne that altar of heauen who want my sacrifice the throne of Salomon who faile my king the orientall gate who lacke the bridegrome I am the root of Iesse the high mountain the ladder of Iacob the propitiatorie the tower of Dauid the terrestrial paradise yet am I not in this that I want my braunch I lack my increase I faile of my Angell I am'depriued of my tenant I am robbed of my keeper and rest of my citizen Come yee daughters of Ierusalem and weepe with mee beholde hee that leadeth captiuitie captiue is nowe a captiue and I in looking on am a caitiue Beholde the golde that was bright is become dimme the doues eyes are growen darke the growing Lillye is quite choaked by thornes weepe yee foolish virgins your bridegroome is parted Feede with poore Marie on the bread of tribulation for I haue lost a sonne and you lost your Sauiour Ah looke with mee you iudiciall eyes of Israell beholde riches apparelled in pouertye beautie obscured in darknes charitie exemplified in death death crucified by charitie Beholde him whose beautie the Sunne Moon admire whose maiesty the heauens and earth reuerence whose wisedome yeeldes wisedome to the queene of Angels by whose beautie the colledge of all happie soules are maintained beholde him liuelesse to get you lyfe breathlesse for your benefite naked to giue you clothing wounded for your weal bleeding for your behest and can you chuse but weepe with the mother the losse of such a sonne Red waxe in the Sunne becommeth white hard diamondes in vineger waxe softe one Summer ripes many fruites since then the Sunne of iustice hath shined vpon you be ye mollified like waxe lenyified like diamonds tipened like fruite that the water of angels may drop from your eies that the fire of charitie may cause compassion distill from your braines so that weeping with me so great a losse as I weepe the world may know the want of him we weepe for I lifte not vp my voice with Esau to weepe hee found a brother I haue lost a sonne Iacob kissed Rachel and wept for ioy to see her I kisse the bodie of my sonne and weepe because I see him not Oh would my Rachel might bee his woundes woulde my concubine were his crosse would his winding cloathes were my wedding coats indiuided graue might bear to indiuided heartes The daughters of Israel wepte ouer Saul and hee a wicked king O yee daughters of Ierusalem weepe