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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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THE TEARES OF THE BELOVED Or THE LAMENTATION OF Saint Iohn Concerning the death and passion of Christ Iesus our Sauiour By I. M. Imprinted at London by Simon Stafford And are to be sold by Iohn Browne at the signe of the Bible in Fleete-streete 1600. To the Christian Reader ME seemeth the same who had so resolute a purpose to enlarge our Sauiours suffring tooke on him a wearisome and needelesse iourney for that he left the most sacred Scriptures and made inquirie after Codrus that was sometime King of Athens which Codrus begirt with a strong siege of the Peloponesians hazarded his best health for his cities good For though the example appeareth to hold in our head Christ and their ruler because both beare the titles of Kings else in this for that both died for the good of their people Yet questionlesse the oddes betwixt both are wonderfull for what is the shaddow to the substance A King for a small time to a King beyond all time the one a creature the other a Creator The one for a few but our King from before all beginning to the end of the world is that Lambe of God c. Leauing the one which was finite I commend thee courteous reader to the same who is as he euer hath beene and will be infinite in his fauors to those that are his And I offer thee my harsh and vntuned muse which being as my talent is slender and simple so accompt of the first part that I may not be discomfited in the second The highest continue his fauours and graces vnto his Church and shield vs in these dangerous dayes from his and our enemies Amen Thine vndoubtedly I. M. THE TEARES OF the Beloued THou first and last author and cause of all That wast with God before these worlds were made Thou perfect Good whom I Gods word will call Most soueraigne grace do with thy grace me trade That from thy fauors as from fountaine rare In flowing sort I may thy selfe declare Euen in thy might thou art beyond esteeme For this wide world thou art the chiefest King For heauens high head the angels all thee deeme Within thy Church thy saints thy prayses sing Vnto my soule thou art the chiefe of choyce Life of my life I must in thee reioyce Now that I leane vpon thy sacred brest In thee I ioy sweete Sauiour of mankind Hauen of health succour to soules opprest Oceans of ease in thee the poore shall finde For broken heart pyning away with griefe Sorrowing for sinne findeth in thee reliefe Fly foorth my soule for sure this Word diuine Hath power on thee to call thee backe againe Vnseene thou art my body doth thee shrine Bodilesse and immortall subiect to ioy or paine To none more like then to that hidden grace The godhead hath which Sathan would deface O that I might commaund the moone to stay O that the houre of darknes hence might poast But Gods decree must stand though flesh gainsay There 's no resist to that he purposeth most His bitter death from death shall saue mankinde Wonder of Angels to foes that art so kinde Come Peter come come Iames my brother deare Our Lord doth haste and hasting calles vs hence You know the place although it darke appeare This light so true and truth is our defence More might he hath then any fenced tower More strength he hath then any earthly power Now in our walke recompt his power diuine Which like sunne-rayes shall spread in euery place Such strange effects from this chiefe good do shine That foggie mists of foes farre hence shall chace Stoope furious fiends ye malice him in vaine He hath great power your frenzies to restraine See how this Lambe of sinne that hath no spot Seemes dombe and mute he answereth not at all What he foretold must not be now forgot Let vs with teares record what must befall Exceeding griefe we had when thou didst say One of vs twelue should thee our Lord betray That griefe being past another is in place But may it be that thus thou shouldest faint Ah shew thy might those hellish hags to chace Who thee and vs do force to sad complaint I say no more that must my moane restraine This garden wils I should a while refraine Refraine said I no now began my moane Seeing sluggish sloth my eyes with sleepe opprest I carelesse slept but Lord of Life did groane With griefe of griefs that brought him such vnrest Woe worth my sinne the cause of his complaint Forcing my Lord indure such hard constraint He will'd vs stay and watch with him a space And proofe hereof we had from sad aspect Full fraighted he with griefe for mans disgrace Strangely perplext did yeeld cause of suspect My soule he said is heauie to the death Oh stay and watch sorrow now stops my breath Away he went and fell vpon his face Where groanes and sighes shewed a troubled minde O father mine he said afford this grace If it may be thou wilt approue thy kind Let this fierce cup I pray thee passe from me Not as I will but as thou wilt let be After he came and found vs three to sleepe Simon said he can ye not watch one houre Watch ye with me 't is prayer must ye keepe From Sathans spight to tempt he hath the power See see the spirit is prest the gole to gaine But flesh is fraile esteeming labour paine Away from vs the second time he went Begging againe Oh father mine I pray If thou as yet to fauour so art bent Permit this cup no longer with me stay If needes I must indeede drinke of the same Thy will be done vpon me rest the blame And then he came but found vs fast to sleepe Our heauie heads were glad in warre to rest He saw our want and kept vs as his sheepe Cause had he none being himselfe opprest For friends are knowne when dangers most assaile Deeme him thy selfe that for thee shall preuaile Stay here and pawse before he come againe Why what should moue vs three be so vnkinde To worke our woe to seeke our selues such paine That what he would we should so little minde Surely the best in their decline should say There is iust cause Sathan should on vs pray Admit before his preaching did vs stay Or such like let cannot our crime excuse He is our Lord how might we him gainesay For fond resist proues we did him abuse Ours was the lot our Lord thus to offend His was the grace to guide vs to the end And though we slept from heauen an angell sent Did comfort him whom we in griefe did leaue Great was his griefe for hell did him preuent With endlesse pangs of heauen him to bereaue And gastly sweate vpon his face was found Like drops of blood that trickling fell to ground Ye siluer drops that from my eyes thus streame Crossing that coulour brinish as ye be My Lords were red for forc't with paines extreame He
passions farre excels Our soules sweete shepheard cared for our health Thus as my Loue constrained was to groane So me permit againe refresh my moane I grieue that sleepe so sore did me oppresse Sinne in my selfe moues me to sad complaint For wicked men to watch themselues addresse To pamper pleasure where 's one that seemes to faint What lawes forbid to that in haste we poast The best offends though hypocrits yet will boast Iudas slept not nor any of his traine Night after night men watch if pleasure call Our head did watch I could not sleep refraine Thus to my will I was become a thrall Ah crooked vvill that vvouldst me so misleade That vnder foote my Lords vvill I should treade I vvell recount vvhat harmes haue come by sleepe VVhile Samson slept he then did lose his might Sleeping Sauls sonne his kingdome could not keepe VVhile Sisera slept Iael him slew outright In towne of vvarre if all should seeke for rest Quickly they should with enemies be opprest How glad is Satan vvhen vve yeld to sleepe How sad sweete Iesus vvhen vve slouth imbrace Sleepe not securely yet that are Christs sheepe VVith sighes and groanes pray vnto God for grace For in our sinne if God vvith iudgement ceaze Late will it be his iustice to appeaze Now in my moane to him I will returne Who trayterously had made a cursed change The Vine most true this withered branch did spurne Such wander wide who in by-paths do range O treasonfull wretch my Lord as thou hast sold Shall those fowle lips to kisse my Lord make bold The subtill serpent seeking to seduce Shroudeth himselfe vnder a faire pretence In heart hath hate with tongue he taketh truce His spightfull spirit he shields with sweete defence His chearefull looke who gaue the glad all haile Fed fowle conceite his treason should preuaile Our tainted nature quickly will vs teach To follow that we can in others blame What needes the serpent th'apple faire to reach We hazard all as though we vvere past shame The vvay to hell appeareth wondrous faire The end vvhereof doth lead to fowle despaire Regard in Iudas vvhen fraile flesh begins To nibble a little vpon the Serpents baite How such vvill make a sport of all their sinnes Doubtlesse such sinners neere to Sathan waite For so at first the diuell Iudas tooke And held him fast vpon his siluer hooke Christ is betrayed of many in this life For art thou where Religion is abused And hast no care then to confute that strife There is great feare thy selfe shall be refused Thou stragling sheepe herein thou goest astray Thy silence proues thou Iesus doest betray Else doest thou take on thee a Christians name Following not that thou seemest to professe Thy owne vilde life Religion much doth shame Thou Christ betraiest that doest his truth represse Repent thee soone for former life mispent And turne to God while God to grace is bent Iesus to Iudas vseth words most kinde For Friend he saith a reason to me render Why thou art come as if he would him binde From former good his owne estate to tender But none more blinde then wilfull blinded bee That to renownce which offereth cause of glee Traytor thou camest another to annoy To annoy him who euer sought thy good Thy good he sought and thou wilt him destroy But be thou sure thus thirsting after blood That thou thy selfe of blood shalt haue thy fill Though thou delight the guiltlesse blood to spill This to conclude our Prince of might did foyle Not onely Sathan but all his darkesome traine Betray not Christ by giuing backe the spoyle Vnto his foes from so vile sinne refraine As God in Christ hath shewed his bountie large So haue great care still to regard thy charge On Peter now if we shall cast our sight Else on vs all the Apostles to our Lord Cause great we haue not to boast of our might That weaknes are and fall of franke accord Yet in our fall as we feele want of strength So God relieues and succour sends at length God suffred vs to see our weak'ned state That seeing it we should detest our sinne He did vouchsafe to open wide his gate His gate of grace that we should enter in But that his grace to vs did much abound He had iust cause for aye vs to confound The wounded soule from vs may comfort finde For though we fell yet God did vs vphold He tendred vs and we againe him minde Yelding him thankes and praises manifold How so e're Lord of frailty we offend Succour thou vs and vs with Grace defend What now remaines vnto the hardned Iewes Iewes that would not our Lord as King should raigne Raigne yet'he must although they doe refuse Refuse that list he will his right maintaine I know when time of darknes shall expire Our glorious King will haue his full desire For of this nation our Sauiour did foretell That as they sought from them his state to cleare So God in wrath would them from thence expell Who did reiect his louing Sonne so deare Learne hence therefore if ye desire Gods grace Haue good regard Gods Christ ye doe imbrace If Christ alone ye would in you should raigne For he delights within our soules to dwell Haue good regard affections to restraine That are not good but of our flesh do smell If Christ vs guide our gaine exceeds esteeme We haue more store then all the world can deeme The last of all yet first in next complaint Is the selfe same who was chiefe actor made Who seeth not he did true Iustice taint Doubtlesse the wicked make of sinne a trade These yet forsooth must equitie pretend Though to the world oppression they defend Why Pilate why thou art a man of might Thy country lawes vilde violence doth detest As thou art Iudge thou ought'st regard the right And haue great care the poore be not opprest Desire to please should not thy minde peruert That rightfull cause thou shouldest so subuert FINIS