sweet mistake 2. For whom the'officious heauns deuise To disinheritt the sun's rise 3. Delicately to displace The Day plant it fairer in thy face 1. O thou born KING of loues 2. Of lights 3. Of ioyes Cho. Look vp sweet BABE look vp see For loue of Thee Thus farr from home The EAST is come To seek her self in thy sweet Eyes 1. We who strangely went astray Lost in a bright Meridian night 2. A Darkenes made of too much day 3. Becken'd from farr By thy fair starr Lo at last haue found our way Cho. To THEE thou DAY of night thou east of west Lo we at last haue found the way To thee the world 's great vniuersal east The Generall indifferent DAY 1. All-circling point All centring sphear The world 's one round Aeternall year 2. Whose full all-vnwrinkled face Nor sinks nor swells with time or place 3. But euery where euery while Is One Consistent solid smile 1. Not vext tost 2. 'Twixt spring frost 3. Nor by alternate shredds of light Sordidly shifting hands with shades night Cho. O little all in thy embrace The world lyes warm likes his place Nor does his full Globe fail to be Kist on Both his cheeks by Thee Time is too narrow for thy YEAR Nor makes the whole WORLD thy half-spear 1. To Thee to Thee From him we flee 2. From HIM whom by a more illustriously The blindnes of the world did call the eye 3. To HIM who by These mortall clouds hast made Thy self our sun though thine own shade 2. Farewell the wold's false light Farewell the white Aegypt a long farewell to thee Bright IDOL black IDOLATRY The dire face of inferior DARKNES kis't And courted in the pompus mask of a more specious mist 2. Farewell farewell The proud misplac't gates of hell Pertch't in the morning's way And double-guilded as the doores of DAY The deep hypocrisy of DEATH NIGHT More desperately dark Because more bright 3. Welcome the world 's sure Way HEAVN's wholsom ray Cho. Wellcome to vs and we SWEET to our selues in THEE 1. The deathles HEIR of all thy FATHER's day 2. Decently Born Embosom'd in a much more Rosy MORN The Blushes of thy All-vnblemish't mother 3. No more that other Aurora shall sett ope Her ruby casements or hereafter hope From mortall eyes To meet Religious welcomes at her rise Cho. We Pretious ones in you haue won A gentler MORN a iuster sun 1. His superficiall Beames fun-burn't our skin 2. But left within 3. The night winter still of death sin Câ—o Thy softer yet more certaine DARTS Spare our eyes but peirce our HARTS 1. Therfore with HIS proud persian spoiles 2. We court thy more concerning smiles 3. Therfore with his Disgrace We guild the humble cheek of this chast place Cho. And at thy FEET powr forth his FACE 1. The doating nations now no more Shall any day but THINE adore 2. Nor much lesse shall they leaue these eyes For cheap Aegyptian Deityes 3. In whatsoe're more Sacred shape Of Ram He-goat or reuerend ape Those beauteous rauishers opprest so sore The too-hard-tempted nations 1. Neuer more By wanton heyfer shall be worn 2. A Garland or a guilded horn The altar-stall'd ox fatt OSYRIS now With his fair sister cow 3. Shall kick the clouds no more But lean tame Cho. See his horn'd face dy for shame And MITHRA now shall be no name 1. No longer shall the immodest lust Of Adulterous GODLES dust 2. Fly in the face of heau'n As if it were The poor world's Fault that he is fair 3. Nor with peruerse loues Religious RAPES Reuenge thy Bountyes in their beauteous shapes And punish Best Things worst Because they stood Guilty of being much for them too Good 1. Proud sons of death that durst compell Heau'n it self to find them hell 2. And by strange witt of madnes wrest From this world's EAST the other's WEST 3. All-Idolizing wormes that thus could crowd And vrge Their sun into thy cloud Forcing his sometimes eclips'd face to be A long deliquium to the light of thee Cho. Alas with how much heauyer shade The shamefac't lamp hung down his head For that one eclipse he made Then all those he suffered 1. For this he look't so bigg euery morn With a red face confes't this scorn Or hiding his vex't cheeks in a hir'd mist Kept them from being so vnkindly kis't 2. It was for this the day did rise So oft with blubber'd eyes For this the euening wept and we ne're knew But call'd it deaw 3. This dayly wrong Silenc't the morning-sons damp't their song Cho. Nor was 't our deafnes but our sins that thus Long made th' Harmonious orbes all mute to vs 2. Time has a day in store When this so proudly poor And self-oppressed spark that has so long By the loue-sick world bin made Not so much their sun as SHADE Weary of this Glorious wrong From them from himself shall flee For shelter to the shadow of thy TREE Cho. Proud to haue gain'd this pretious losse And chang'd his false crown for thy CROSSE 2. That dark Day's clear doom shall define Whose is the Master FIRE which sun should shine That sable ludgment-seat shall by new lawes Decide settle the Great cause Of controuerted light Cho. And natur's wrongs rejoyce to doe thee Right 3. That forfeiture of noon to night shall pay All the idolatrous thefts done by this night of day And the Great Penitent presse his own pale lipps With an elaborate loue-eclipse To which the low world's lawes Shall lend no cause Cho. Saue those domestick which he borrowes From our sins his own sorrowes 1. Three sad hour's sack cloth then shall show to vs His penance as our fault conspicuous 2. And he more needfully nobly proue The nation's terror now then erst their loue 3. Their hated loues changd into wholsom feares Cho. The shutting of his eye shall open Theirs 2. As by a fair-ey'd fallacy of day Miss-ledde before they lost their way So shall they by the seasonable fright Of an vnseasonable night Loosing it once again stumble'on true LIGHT 2. And as before his too-bright eye Was Their more blind idolatry So his officious blindines now shall be Their black but faithfull perspectiue of thee 3. His new prodigious night Their new admirable light The supernaturall DAWN of Thy pure day While wondring they The happy conuerts now of him Whom they compell'd before to be their sin Shall henceforth see To kisse him only as their rod Whom they so long courted as GOD Cho. And their best vse of him they worship't be To learn of Him at lest to worship Thee 2. It was their Weaknes woo'd his beauty But it shall be Their wisdome now as well as duty To'injoy his Blott as a large black letter Vse it to spell Thy beautyes better And make the night in self their rorch to
CARMEN DEO NOSTRO TE DECET HYMNVS SACRED POEMS COLLECTED CORRECTED AVGMENTED Most humbly Presented TO MY LADY THE COVNTSSE OF DENBIGH BY Her most deuoted Seruant R. C. IN heaty acknowledgment of his immortall obligation to her Goodnes Charity AT PARIS By PETER TARGA Printer to the Archbishope ef Paris in S. Victors streete at the golden sunne M.DC.LII CRASHAWE THE ANAGRAMME HE WAS CAR WAS CAR then Crashawe or WAS Crashawe CAR Since both within one name combined are Yes Car's Crashawe he Car t' is loue alone Which melts two harts of both composing one So Crashawe's still the same so much desired By strongest witts so honor'd so admired CAR WAS but HE that enter'd as afriend With whō he shar'd his thoughtes and did cōmend While yet he liu'd this worke they lou'd each other Sweete Crashawe was his friend he Crashawes brother So Car hath Title then t' was his intent That what his riches pen'd poore Car should print Nor feares he checke praysing that happie one Who was belou'd by all dispraysed by none To witt being pleas'd with all things he pleas'd all Nor would he giue nor take offence befall What might he would possesse himselfe and liue As deade deuoyde of interest t'all might giue Desease t' his well composed mynd forestal'd With heauenly riches which had wholy call'd His thoughtes from earth to liue aboue in'th aire A very bird of paradice No care Had he of earthly trashe What might suffice To fitt his soule to heauenly exercise Sufficed him and may we guesse his hart By what his lipps brings forth his onely part Is God and godly thoughtes Leaues doubt to none But that to whom one God is all all 's one What he might eate or weare he tooke no thought His needfull foode he rather found then sought He seekes no downes no sheetes his bed's still made If he can find a chaire or stoole he 's layd When day peepes in he quitts his rest lesse rest And still poore soule before he 's vp he 's dres't Thus dying did he liue yet liued to dye In the virgines lappe to whom he did applye His virgine thoughtes and words and thēce was styld By foes the chaplaine of the virgine myld While yet he liued without His modestie Imparted this to some and they to me Liue happie then deare soule inioy the rest Eternally by paynes thou purchacedest While Car must liue in care who was thy friend Nor cares he how he liue so in the end He may inioy his dearest Lord and thee And sitt and singe more skilfull songs eternally AN EPIGRAMME Vpon the pictures in the following Poemes which the Authour first made with his owne hand admirably well as may be seene in his Manuscript dedicated to the right Honorable Lady the L. Denbigh Twixt pen and pensill rose a holy strife Which might draw vertue better to the life Best witts gaue votes to that but painters swore They neuer saw peeces so sweete before As thes fruites of pure nature where no art Did lead the vntaught pensill nor had part In th'-worke The hand growne bold with witt will needes contest Doth it preuayle ah wo say each is best This to the eare speakes wonders that will trye To speake the same yet lowder to the eye Both their aymes are holy both conspire To wound to burne the hart with heauenly fire This then 's the Doome to doe both parties right This to the eare speakes best that to the sight THOMAS CAR NON VI 'T is not the work of force but skill To find the way into man's will 'T is loue alone can hearts vnlock Who knowes the WORD he needs not knock TO THE Noblest best of Ladyes the Countesse of Denbigh Perswading her to Resolution in Religion to render her selfe without further delay into the Communion of the Catholick Church WHat heau'n-intreated HEART is This Stands trembling at the gate of blisse Holds fast the door yet dares not vēture Fairly to open it and enter Whose DEFINITION is à doubt Twixt life death twixt in out Say lingring fair why comes the birth Of your braue soul so slowly forth Plead your pretences o you strong In weaknes why you choose so long In labor of your selfe to ly Nor daring quite to liue nor dy Ah linger not lou'd soul à slow And late consent was a long no Who grants at last long time tryd And did his best to haue deny'd What magick bolts what mystick Barres Maintain the will in these strange warres What fatall yet fantastick bands Keep The free Heart from it's own hands So when the year takes cold we see Poor waters their owne prisoners be Fetter'd lockt vp fast they ly In a sad selfe-captiuity The astonisht nymphs their flood 's strange fate deplore To see themselues their own seuerer shore Thou that alone canst thaw this cold And fetch the heart from it 's strong Hold All mighty LOVE end this long warr And of a meteor make a starr O fix this fair INDEFINITE And mongst thy shafts of soueraign light Choose out that sure decisiue dart Which has the Key of this close heart Knowes all the corners of 't can controul The self-shutt cabinet of an vnsearcht soul O let it be at last loue's houre Raise this tall Trophee of thy Powre Come once the conquering way not to confute But kill this rebell-wotd IRRESOLVTE That so in spite of all this peeuish strength Of weaknes she may write RESOLV'D AT LENGTH Vnfold at length vnfold fair flowre And vse the season of loue's showre Meet his well-meaning Wounds wise heart And hast to drink the wholsome dart That healing shaft which heaun till now Hath in loue's quiuer hid for you O Dart of loue arrow of light O happy you if it hitt right It must not fall in vain it must Not mark the dry regardles dust Fair one it is your fate and brings Aeternall worlds vpon it's wings Meet it with wide-spread armes see It 's scat your soul 's iust center be Disband dull feares giue faith the day To saue your life kill your delay It is loue's seege and sure to be Your triumph though his victory 'T is cowardise that keeps this feild And want of courage not to yeild Yeild then ô yeild that loue may win The Fort at last and let life in Yeild quickly Lest perhaps you proue Death's prey before the prize of loue This Fort of your fair selfe if 't be not won He is repulst indeed But you' are vndone TO THE NAME ABOVE EVERY NAME THE NAME OF IESVS A HYMN I Sing the NAME which None can say But touch't with An interiour RAY The Name of our New PEACE our Good Our Blisse Supernaturall Blood The Name of All our Liues Loues Hearken And Help ye holy Doues The high-born Brood of Day you bright Candidates of blissefull Light The HEIRS Elect of Loue whose Names belong Vnto The euerlasting life of Song All ye
What did Their weapons but with wider pores Inlarge thy flaming-brested Louers More freely to transpire That impatient Fire The Heart that hides Thee hardly couers What did their Weapons but sett wide the Doores For Thee Fair purple Doores of loue's deuising The Ruby windowes which inrich't the EAST Of Thy so oft repeated Rising Each wound of Theirs was Thy new Morning And reinthron'd thee in thy Rosy Nest With blush of thine own Blood thy day adorning It was the witt of loue óreflowd the Bounds Of WRATH made thee way through All Those WOVNDS Wellcome dear All-Adored Name For sure there is no Knee That knowes not THEE Or if there be such sonns of shame Alas what will they doe When stubborn Rocks shall bow And Hills hang down their Heaun-saluting Heads To seek for humble Beds Of Dust where in the Bashfull shades of night Next to their own low NOTHING they may ly And couch before the dazeling light of thy dread majesty They that by Loue's mild Dictate now Will not Adore thee Shall Then with Iust Confusion bow And break before thee IN THE HOLY NATIVITY OF OVR LORD GOD A HYMN SVNG AS BY THE SHEPHEARDS Ton Createur te faict voir sa naissance Daignant souffrir pour toy des son enfance Quem vidistis Pastores c. Natum vidimus c. THE HYMN CHORVS COme we shepheards whose blest Sight Hath mett loue's Noon in Nature's night Come lift we vp our loftyer Song And wake the SVN that lyes too long To All our world of well-stoln joy He slept and dream't of no such thing While we found out Heaun's fairer ey And Kis't the Cradle of our KING Tell him He rises now too late To show vs ought worth looking at Tell him we now can show Him more Then He e're show'd to mortall Sight Then he Himselfe e're saw before Which to be seen needes not His light Tell him Tityrus where th' hast been Tell him Thysis what th-hast seen Tityrus Gloomy night embrac't the Place Where The Noble Infant lay The BABE look't vp shew'd his Face In spite of Darknes it was DAY It was THY day SWEET did rise Not from the EAST but from thine EYES Chorus It was THY day Sweet Thyrs WINTER chidde Aloud sent The angry North to wage his warres The North forgott his feirce Intent And left perfumes in stead of scarres By those sweet eye's persuasiue powrs Where he mean't frost he scatter'd flowrs Chorus By those sweet eyes Both We saw thee in thy baulmy Nest Young dawn of our aeternall DAY We saw thine eyes break from their EAT◠And chase the trembling shades away We saw thee we blest the sight We saw thee by thine own sweet light Tity Poor WORLD said I what wilt thou doe To entertain this starry STRANGER Is this the best thou canst bestow A cold and not too cleanly manger Contend the powres of heau'n earth To fittà bed for this huge birthe Cho. Contend the powers Thyt Proud world said I cease your contest And let the MIGHTY BABE alone The Phaenix builds the Phaenix'nest Lov's architecture is his own The BABE whose birth embraues this morn Made his own bed e're he was born Cho. The BABE whose Tir. I saw the curl'd drops soft slow Come houering o're the place's head Offring their whitest sheets of snow To furnish the fair INFANT's bed Forbear said I be not too bold Your fleece is white But t' is too cold Cho. Forbear sayd I Thyr. I saw the obsequious SERAPHIMS Their rosy fleece of fire bestow For well they now can spare their wing Since HEAVN it self lyes here below Well done said I but are you sure Your down so warm will passe for pure Cho. Well done sayd I Tit. No no your KING 's not yet to seeke Where to repose his Royall HEAD See see how soon his new-bloom'd CHEEK Twixt's mother's brests is gone to bed Sweet choise said we no way but so Not to ly cold yet slep in snow Cho. Sweet choise said we Both We saw thee in thy baulmy nest Bright dawn of our aeternall Day We saw thine eyes break from thir EAST And chase the trembling shades away We saw thee we blest the sight We saw thee by thine own sweet light Cho. We saw thee c. FVLL CHORVS Wellcome all WONDERS in one sight Aeternity shutt in a span Sommer in Winter Day in Night Heauen in earth GOD in MAN Great little one whose all-embracing birth Lifts earth to heauen stoopes heau'n to earth WELLCOME Though nor to gold nor silk To more then Caesar's birth right is Two sister-seas of Virgin-Milk With many a rarely-temper'd kisse That brearhes at once both MAID MOTHER Warmes in the one cooles in the other WELCOME though not to those gay flyes Guilded i th' Beames of earthly kings Slippery soules in smiling eyes But to poor Shepheards home-spun things Whose Wealth 's their flock whose witt to be Well read in their simplicity Yet when young April's husband showrs Shall blesse the fruitfull Maja's bed We 'l bring the First-born of her flowrs To kisse thy FEET crown thy HEAD To thee dread lamb whose loue must keep The shepheards more then they the sheep To THEE meek Majesty soft KING Of simple GRACES sweet LOVES Each of vs his lamb will bring Each his pair of sylver Doues Till burnt at last in fire of Thy fair eyes Our selues become our own best SACRIFICE NEW YEAR'S DAY RIse thou best brightest morning Rosy with a double Red With thine own blush thy cheeks adorning And the dear drops this day were shed All the purple pride that laces The crimson curtains of thy bed Guilds thee not with so sweet graces Nor setts thee in so rich a red Of all the fair-cheek't flowrs that fill thee None so fair thy bosom strowes As this modest maiden lilly Our sins haue sham'd into a rose Bid thy golden GOD the Sun Burnisht in his best beames rise Put all his red-ey'd Rubies on These Rubies shall putt out their eyes Let him make poor the purple east Search what the world 's close cabinets keep Rob the rich births of each bright nest That flaming in their fair beds sleep Let him embraue his own bright tresses With a new morning made of gemmes And wear in those his wealthy dresses Another Day of Diadems When he hath done all he may To make himselfe rich in his rise All will be darknes to the Day That breakes from one of these bright eyes And soon this sweet truth shall appear Dear BABE ere many dayes be done The morn shall come to meet thee here And leaue her own neglected Sun Here are Beautyes shall bereaue him Of all his eastern Paramours His Persian Louers all shall leaue him And swear faith to thy sweeter Powres IN THE GLORIOVS EPIPHANIE OF OVR LORD GOD A HYMN SVNG AS BY THE THREE KINGS 1. KINGE BRight BABE Whose awfull beautyes make The morn incurr a
thee 2. By the oblique ambush of this close night Couch't in that conscious shade The right-ey'd Areopagite Shall with a vigorous guesse inuade And catche thy quick reflex and sharply see On this dark Grouud To dscant THEE 3. O prize of the rich SPIRIT with that feirce chase Of this strong soul shall he Leap at thy lofty FACE And scize the swift Flash in rebound From this ohsequious cloud Once call'd a sun Till dearly thus vndone Cho. Till thus triumphantly tam'd o ye two Twinne SVNNES taught now to negotiate you 1. Thus shall that reuerend child of light 2. By being scholler first of that new night Come forth Great master of the mystick day 3. And teach obscure MANKIND a more close way By the frugall negatine light Of a most wise well-abused Night To read more legible thine originall Ray Cho. And make our Darknes serue THY day Maintaining t'wixt thy world ours A commerce of contrary powres A mutuall trade 'Twixt sun SHADE By confederat BLACK WHITE Borrowing day lending night 1. Thus we who when with all the noble powres That at thy cost are call'd not vainly ours We vow to make braue way Vpwards presse on for the pure intelligentiall Prey 2. At lest to play The amorous Spyes And peep proffer at thy sparkling Throne 3. In stead of bringing in the blissfull PRIZE And fastening on Thine eyes Forfeit our own And nothing gain But more Ambitious losse at lest of brain Cho. Now by abased liddes shall learn to be Eagles and shutt our eyes that we may see The Close Therfore to THEE thine Auspitious ray Dread sweet lo thus At lest by vs The delegated EYE of DAY Does first his Scepter then HIMSELF in solemne Tribute pay Thus he vndresses His sacred vnshorn treses At thy adored FEET thus he layes down 1. His gorgeous tire Of flame fire 2. His glittering ROBE 3. his sparkling CROWN 3. His GOLD 2. his MIRRH 3. his FRANKINCENCE Cho. To which He now has no pretence For being show'd by this day's light how farr He is from sun enough to make THY starr His best ambition now is but to be Somthing a brighter SHADOW sweet of thee Or on heaun's azure forhead high to stand Thy golden index with a duteous Hand Pointing vs Home to our own sun The world's his HYPERION TO THE QVEEN'S MAIESTY MADAME Mongst those long rowes of cownes that guild your race These Royall sages sue for decent place The day-break of the nations their first ray When the Dark WORLD dawn'd into Christian DAY And smil'd i' th' BABE's bright face the purpling Bud And Rosy dawn of the right Royall blood Fair first-fruits of the LAMB Sure KINGS in this They took a kingdom while they gaue a kisse But the world's Homage scarse in These well blown We read in you Rare Queen ripe full-grown For from this day's rich seed of Diadems Does rise a radiant croppe of Royalle stemms A Golden haruest of crown'd heads that meet And crowd for kisses from the LAMB's white feet In this Illustrious throng your lofty floud Swells high fair Confluence of all highborn Bloud With your bright head whose groues of scepters bend Their wealthy tops for these feet contend So swore the LAMB's dread sire And so we see 't Crownes the HEADS they kisse must court these FEET Fix here fair Majesty May your Heart ne're misse To reap new CROWNES KINGDOMS from that kisse Nor may we misse the ioy to meet in you The aged honors of this day still new May the great time in you still greater be While all the YEAR is your EPIPHANY While your each day's deuotion duly brings Three KINGDOMES to supply this day's three KINGS THE OFFICE OF THE HOLY CROSSE Tradidit Semetipsum pro nobis oblationem et hostiam Deo in odorem Suauitatis ad Ephe. 5 THE HOWRES FOR THE HOVR OF MATINES The Versicle LORD by thy Sweet Sauing SIGN The Responsory Defend us from our foes Thine â„£ Thou shallt open my lippes O LORD â„Ÿ And my mouth shall shew forth thy Prayse â„£ O GOD make speed to saue me â„Ÿ O LORD make hast to help me GLORY be to the FATHER and to the SON and to the H. GHOST As it was in the beginning is now euer shall be world without end Amen THE HYMN THe wakefull Matines hast to sing The vnknown sorrows of our king The FATHER ' word wisdom made MAN for man by man's betraid The world's price sett to sale by the bold Merchants of Death sin is bought sold Of his Best Freinds yea of himself forsaken By his worst foes because he would beseig'd taken The Antiphona All hail fair TREE Whose Fruit we be What song shall raise Thy seemly praise Who broughtst to light Life out of death Day out of night The Versicle Lo we adore thee Dread LAMB And bow thus low before thee The Râ—sponsor 'Cause by the couenant of thy CROSSE Thou' hast sau'd at once the whole world's losse The Prayer O Lord IESV-CHRIST son of the liuing GOD interpose I pray thee thine own pretious death thy CROSSE Passion betwixt my soul thy iudgment now in the hour of my death And vouchsafe to graunt vnto me thy grace mercy vnto all quick dead remission rest to thy church peace concord to vs sinners life glory euerlasting Who liuest and reignest with the FATHER in the vnity of the HOLY GHOST one GOD world without end Amen FOR THE HOVR OF PRIME The Versicle Lord by thy sweet sauing SIGN The Responsor Defend vs from our foes thine â„£ Thou shalt open â„Ÿ And my mouth â„£ O GOD make speed â„Ÿ O LORD make hast Glory be to As it was in THE HYMN THe early PRIME blushes to say She could not rise so soon as they Call'd Pilat vp to try if He Could lend them any cruelty Their hands with lashes arm'd their toungs with lyes And loathsom spittle blott those beauteous eyes The blissfull springs of ioy from whose all-chearing Ray The fair starrs fill their wakefull fires the sun himfelfe drinks Day The Antiphona Victorious SIGN That now dost shine Transcrib'd aboue Into the land of light loue O let vs twine Our rootes with thine That we may rise Vpon thy wings reach the skyes The Versicle Lo we adore thee Dread LAME and fall Thus low before thee The Responsor 'Cause by the Conuenant of thy CROSSE Thou' hast sau'd at once the whole world's losse The Prayer O Lrod IESV-CHRIST son of the liuing OOD interpofe I pray thee thine own pretious death thy CROSSE Passion betwixt my soul thy iudgment now in the hour of my death And vouchsafe to graunt vnto me thy grace mercy vnto all quick dead remission rest to thy church peace concord to vs sinners life glory euerlasting Who liuest and reignest with the
decently washt O wit of loue that thus could place Fountain Garden in one face O sweet Contest of woes With loues of teares with smiles disputing O fair Freindly Foes Each other kissing confuting While rain sunshine Cheekes Eyes Close in kind contrarietyes XVII But can these fair Flouds be Freinds with the bosom fires that fill you Can so great flames agree Aeternall Teares should thus distill thee O flouds o fires o suns ô showres Mixt made freinds by loue's sweet powres XVIII T was his well-pointed dart That digg'd these wells drest this wine And taught the wounded HEART The way into these weeping Eyn Vain loues auant bold hands forbear The lamb hath dipp't his white foot here XIX And now where're he strayes Among the Galilean mountaines Or more vnwellcome wayes He 's follow'd by two faithfull fountaines Two walking baths two weeping motions Portable compendious oceans XX O Thou thy lord's fair store In thy so rich rare expenses Euen when he show'd most poor He might prouoke the wealth of Princes What Prince's wanton'st pride e're could Wash with Syluer wipe with Gold XXI Who is that King but he Who calls't his Crown to be call'd thine That thus can boast to be Waited on by a wandring mine A voluntary mint that strowes Warm syluer shoures where're he goes XXII O pretious Prodigall Fair spend-thrift of thy self thy meaâ—ure mercilesse loue is all Euen to the last Pearle in thy threasure All places Times obiects be Thy teare's sweet opportunity XXIII Does the day-starre rise Still thy starres doe fall fall Does day close his eyes Still the FOVNTAIN weeps for all Let night or day doe what they will Thou hast thy task thou weepest still XXIV Does thy song lull the air Thy falling teares keep faith full time Does thy sweet-breath'd paire Vp in clouds of incense climb Still at each sigh that is each stop A bead that is A TEAR does drop XXV At these thy weeping gates Watching their watry motion Each winged moment waits Takes his TEAR gets him gone By thine Ey's tinct enobled thus Time layes him vp he 's pretious XXVI Not so long she liued Shall thy tomb report of thee But so long she greiued Thus must we date thy memory Others by moments months yeares Measure their ages thou by TEARES XXVIII So doe perfumes expire So sigh tormented sweets opprest With proud vnpittying fires Such Teares the suffring Rose that 's vext With vngentle flames does shed Sweating in a too warm bed XXVIII Say the bright brothers The fugitiue sons of those fair Eyes Your fruitfull mothers What make you here what hopes can tice You to be born what cause can borrow You from Those nests of noble sorrow XXIX Whither away so â—â—st For sure the sordid â—â—â—th Your Sweetnes cannot taâ—â—â— Nor does the dust deserue their birth 〈◊〉 whither hast you then o say Why you trip so fast away XXX We goe not to seek The darlings of Auroras bed The rose's modest Cheek Nor the violet's humble head Though the Feild's eyes too WEEPERS be Because they want such TEARES as we XXXI Much lesse mean we to trace The Fortune of inferior gemmes Preferr'd to some proud face Or pertch't vpon fear'd Diadems Crown'd Heads are toyes We goe to meet A worthy object our lord's FEET A HYMN TO THE NAME AND HONOR OF THE ADMIRABLE SANITE TERESA FOVNDRESSE of the Reformation of the Discalced CARMELITES both men Women A WOMAN for Angelicall heigth of speculation for Masculine courage of performance more then a woman WHO Yet a child out ran maturity and durst plott a Martyrdome Le Vray portraict de S. te Terese Fondatrice des Religieuses Religieux refermez de l'ordre de N. Dame du mont Carmel Decedee le 4â— Octo. 158â— Canonisee le 12â— Mars 1622. 〈…〉 excudit THE HYMNE LOue thou art Absolute sole lord OF LIFE DEATH To proue the word Wee 'l now appeal to none of all Those thy old Souldiers Great tall Ripe Men of Martyrdom that could reach down With strong armes their triumphant crown Such as could with lusty breath Speak lowd into the face of death Their Great LORD's glorious name to none Of those whose spatious Bosomes spread a throne For LOVE at larg to fill spare blood sweat And see him take a priuate seat Making his mansion in the mild And milky soul of a soft child Scarse has she learn't to lisp the name Of Martyr yet she thinks it shame Life should so long play with that breath Which spent can buy so braue a death She neuer vndertook to know What death with loue should haue to doe Nor has she e're yet vnderstood Why to show loue she should shed blood Yet though she cannot tell you why She can LOVE she can DY Scarse has she Blood enough to make Aguilty sword blush for her sake Yet has she'a HEART dares hope to proue How much lesse strong is DEATH then LOVE Be loue but there let poor six yeares Be pos'd with the maturest Feares Man trembles at you staight shall find LOVE knowes no nonage nor the MIND 'T is LOVE not YEARES or LIMBS that can Make the Martyr or the man LOVE touch't her HEART lo it beates High burnes with such braue heates Such thirsts to dy as dares drink vp A thousand cold deaths in one cup Good reason For she breathes All fire Her what brest heaues with strong desire Of what she may with fruitles wishes Seek for amongst her MOTHER's hisles Since 't is not to be had at home She 'l trauail to à Maryrdom No home for hers confesses she But where she may à Martyr be Sh'el to the Moores And trade with them For this vnualued Diadâ—m She 'l offer them her dearest Breath With CHRIST's Name in 't in change for death Sh'el bargain with them will giue Them GOD teach them how to liue In him or if they this deny For him she 'l teach them how to DY So shall she leaue amongst them sown Her LORD's Blood or at lest her own FAREWEL then all the world Adieu TERESA is no more for you Farewell all pleasures sports ioyes Neuer till now esteemed toyes MOTHER's armes or FATHER's knee Farewell house farewell home SHE 's for the Moores MARTYRDOM SWEET not so fast lo thy fair Spouse Whom thou seekst with so swift vowes Calls thee back bidds thee come T' embrace a milder MARTYRDOM Blest powres forbid Thy tender life Should bleed vpon a barborous knife Or some base hand haue power to race Thy Brest 's chast cabmet vncase A soul kept there so sweet ô no Wise heaun will neuer haue it so THOV art love's victime must dy A death more mysticall high Into loue 's armes thou shalt let fall A still-suruiuing funerall His is the DART must make the DEATH Whose stroke shall tast thy hallow'd breath A Dart thrice dip't in
that rich flame Which writes thy spouse's radiant Name Vpon the roof of Heau'n where ay It shines with a soueraign ray Beates bright vpon the burning faces Of soules which in that name 's sweet graces Find euerlasting smiles So rare So spirituall pure fair Must be th' immortall instrument Vpon whose choice point shall be sent A life so lou'd And that there be Fitt executioners for Thee The fair'st first-born sons of fire Blest SERAPHIM shall leaue their quire And turn loue's souldiers vpon THEE To exercise their archerie O how oft shalt thou complain Of a sweet subtle PAIN Of intolerable IOYES Of a DEATH in which who dyes Loues his death and dyes agâ—in And would for euer so be slain And liues dyes and knowes not why To liue But that he thus may neuer leaue to DY How kindly will thy gentle HEART Kisse the sweettly-killing DART And close in his embraces keep Those delicious Wounds that weep Balsom to heal themselues with thus When These thy DEATHS so numerous Shall all at lâ—st dy into one And melt thy Soul's sweet mansion Like a soft lump of incense hasted By too hott a fire wasted Into perfuming clouds so fast Shalt thou exhale to Heaun at last In a resoluing SIGH and then O what Ask not the Tongues of men Angells cannot tell suffice Thy selfe shall feel thine own full ioyes And hold them fast for euer there So soon as you first appear The MOON of maiden starrs thy white MISTRESSE attended by such bright Soules as thy shining self shall come And in her first rankes make thee room Where mongst her snowy family Immortall well comes wait for thee O what delight when reueal'd LIEF shall stand And teach thy lipps heau'n with his hand On which thou now maist to thy wishes Heap vp thy consecrated kisses What ioyes shall seize thy soul when she Bending her blessed eyes on thee Those second Smiles of Heau'n shall dart Her mild rayes through thy melting heart Angels thy old freinds there shall greet thee Glad at their own home now to meet thee All thy good WORKES which went before And waited for thee at the door Shall own thee there and all in one Weâ—ue a constellation Of CROWNS with which the KING thy spouse Shall build vp thy triumphant browes All thy old woes shall now smile on thee And thy paines siâ—t bright vpon thee All thy SVFFRINGS be diuine TEARES shall take comfort turn gemms And WRONGS repent to Diâ—demms Eu'n thy DEATH shall liue new Dresse the soul that erst they slew Thy wounds shall blush to such bright scarres As keep account of the LAMB's warres Those rare WORKES where thou shalt leaue writt Loue's noble history with witt Taught thee by none but him while here They feed our soules shall cloth THINE there Each heaunly word by whose hid flame Our hard Hearts shâ—ll strike fire the same Shall flourish on thy browes be Both fire to vs flame to thee Whose light shall liue bright in thy FACE By glory in our hearts by grace Thou shalt look round about see Thousands of crown'd Soules throng to be Themselues thy crown Sons of thy vowes The virgin-births with which thy soueraign spouse Made fruitfull thy fair soul goe now And with them all about thee bow To Him put on hee 'l say put on My rosy loue That thy rich zone Sparkling with the sacred flames Of thousand soules whose happy names Heau'n keep vpon thy score Thy bright Life brought them first to kisse the light That kindled them to starrs and so Thou with the LAMB thy lord shalt goe And whereso'ere he setts his white Stepps walk with HIM those wayes of light Which who in death would liue to see Must learn in life to dy like thee AN APOLOGIE FOR THE FORE-GOING HYMEN as hauing been writt when the author was yet among the protestantes THus haue I back again to thy bright name Fair floud of holy fires transfus'd the flame I took from reading thee t is to thy wrong I know that in my weak worthlesse song Thou here art sett to shine where thy full day Scarse dawnes O pardon if I dare to say Thine own dear bookes are guilty For from thence I learn't to know that loue is eloquence That hopefull maxime gaue me hart to try If what to other tongues is tun'd so high Thy praise might not speak English too forbid By all thy mysteryes that here ly hidde Forbid it mighty Loue let no fond Hate Of names wordes so farr praeiudicate Souls are not SPANIARDS too one freindly floud Of BAPTISM blends them all into a blood CHRIST's faith makes but one body of all soules And loue 's that body's soul no law controwlls Our free traffique for heau'n we may maintaine Peace sure with piety though it come from SPAIN What soul so e're in any language can Speak heau'n like her's is my souls country-man O'tis not spanish but'tis heau'n she speaks 'T is heau'n that lyes in ambush there breâ—ks From thence into the wondring reader's brest Who feels his warm HEART into a nest Of little EAGLES young loues whose high Fliâ—hts scorn the lazy dust things that dy There are now whose draughts as deep as hell drink vpâ—l SPAIN in sack Let my soul swell With thee strong wine of loue let others swimme In puddles wâ— wâ—ll pledge this SERAPHIM Bâ—wles full of richer blood then blush of grape Wâ—s euer guilty of Change we too 'our shape My soul Some drink from men to beasts o then Drink we till we proue more nor lesse then men ' And turn not beasts but Angels Let the king Me euer into these his cellars bring Where flowes such wine as we can haue of none But HIM who trod the wine presse all alone Wine of youth life the sweet Deaths of loue Wâ—ne of immortall mixture which can proue Iâ—'â— Tincture from the rosy nectar wine That can exâ—l weak EARTH so refine Oâ—r dust that at one draught mortality May drink it self vp and forget to dy THE FLAMING HEART VPON THE BOOK AND Picture of the seraphicall saint TERESA AS SHE IS VSVALLY EXpressed with a SERAPHIM biside her WEll meaning readers you that come as freinds And catch the pretious name this peice pretends Make not too much hast to'admire That fair-cheek't fallacy of fire That is a SERAPHIM they say And this the great TERESIA Readers be rul'd by me make Here a well-plac't wise mistake You must transpose the picture quite And spell it wrong to read it right Read HIM for her her for him And call the SAINT the SERAPHIM Paâ—nter what didst thou vnderstand To put her dart into his hand See euen the yeares size of him Shâ—wes this the mother SERAPHIM This is the mistresse flame duteous he Her happy fire-works here comes down to see O most poor-spirited of men Had thy cold Pencil kist her PEN
Thou couldst not so vnkindly err To show vs This faint shade for HER Why man this speakes pure mortall frame And mockes with female FROST loue's manly flame One would suspect thou meant'st to print Some weak inferiour woman saint But had thy pale-fac't purple took Fire from the burning checks of that bright Booke Thou wouldst on her haue heap't vp all That could be found SERAPHICALL What e're this youth of fire weares fair Rosy fingers radiant hair Glowing cheek glistering wings All those fair flagrant things But before all that fiery DART Had fill'd the Hand of this great HEART Doe then as equall right requires Since HIS the blushes be her 's the fires Resume rectify thy rude design Vndresse thy Seraphim into MINE Redeem this iniury of thy art Giue HIM the vail giue her the dart Giue Him the vail that he may couer The Red cheeks of a riuall'd louer Asham'd that our world now can show Nests of new Seraphims here below Giue her the DART for it is she Fair youth shootes both thy shaft THEE Say all ye wise well-peire't hearts That liue dy amidst her darts What is 't your tastfull spirits doe proue In that rare life of Her and loue Say bear wittnes Sends she not A SERAPHIM at euery shott What magazins of immortall ARMES there shine Heaun's great artillery in each loue-spun line Giue then the dart to her who giues the flame Giue him the veil who giues the shame But if it be the frequent fate Of worst faults to be fortunate If all 's praescription proud wrong Hearkens not to an humble song For all the gallantry of him Giue me the suffting SERAPHIM His be the brauery of all those Bright things The glowing cheekes the glistering wings The Rosy hand the radiant DART Leaue HER alone THE FLAMING HEART Leaue her that thou shalt leaue her Not one loose shaft but loue 's whole quiuer For in loue's feild was neuer found A nobler weapon then a WOVND Loue's passiues are his actiu'st part The wounded is the wounding heart O HEART the aequall poise of lou'es both parts Bigge alike with wound darts Liue in these conquering leaues liue all the same And walk through all tongues one triumphant FLAME Liue here great HEART loue and dy kill And bleed wound and yeild conquer still Let this immortall life wherere it comes Walk in a crowd of loues MARTYRDOMES Let mystick DEATHS wait on 't wise soules be The loue-slain wittnesses of this life of thee O sweet incendiary shew here thy art Vpon this carcasse of a hard cold hart Let all thy scatter'd shafts of light that play Among the leaues of thy larg Books of day Combin'd against this BREST at once break in And take away from me my self sin This gratious Robbery shall thy bounty be And my best fortunes such fair spoiles of me O thou vndanted daughter of desires By all thy dowr of LIGHTS FIRES By all the eagle in thee all the doue By all thy liues deaths of loue By thy larg draughts of intellectuall day And by thy thrists of loue more large then they By all thy brim-fill'd Bowles of feirce desire By thy last Morning's draught of liquid fire By the full kingdome of that finall kisse That seiz'd thy parting Soul seal'd thee his By all the heau'ns thou hast in him Fair sister of the SERAPHIM By all of HIM we haue in THEE Leaue nothing of my SELF in me Let me so read thy life that I Vnto all life of mine may dy A SONG LORD when the sense of thy sweet geace Sends vp my soul to seek thy face Thy blessed eyes breed such desire I dy in loue's delicious Fire O loue I am thy SACRIFICE Be still triumphant blessed eyes Still shine on me fair suns that I Still may behold though still I dy Second part Though still I dy I liue again Still longing so to be still slain So gainfull is such losse of breach I dy euen in desire of death Still liue in me this louing strife Of liuing DEATH dying LIFE For while thou sweetly slayest me Dead to my selfe I liue in Thee PRAYER AN ODE WHICH WAS Praefixed to a little Práyer-book giuin to a young GENTLE-WOMAN LO here a little volume but great Book A nest of new-born sweets Whose natiue fires disdaining To ly thus folded complaining Of these ignoble sheets Affect more comly bands Fair one from the kind hands And confidently look To find the rest Of a rich binding in your BREST It is in one choise handfull heauenn all Heaun's Royall host incamp't thus small To proue that true schooles vse to tell Ten thousand Angels in one point can dwell It is loue's great artillery Which here contracts il self comes to ly Close couch't in their white bosom from thence As from a snowy fortresse of defence Against their ghostly foes to take their part And fortify the hold of their chast heart It is an armory of light Let constant vse but keep it bright You 'l find it yeilds To holy hands humble hearts More swords sheilds Then sin hath snares or Hell hath darts Only be sure The hands be pure That hold these weapons the eyes Those of turtles chast true Wakefull wise Here is a freind shall fight for you Hold but this book before their heart Let prayer alone to play his part But ô the heart That studyes this high ART Must be a sure house-keeper And yet no fleeper Dear soul be strong MERCY will come e're long And bring his besom fraught with blessings Flowers of neuer fading graces To make immortall dressings For worthy soules whose wise embraces Store vp themselues for HIM who is alone The SPOVSE of Virgins the Virgin's son But if the noble BRIDEGROOM when he come Shall find the loytering HEART from home Leauing her chast aboad To gadde abroad Among the gay mates of the god of flyes To take her pleasure to play And keep the deuill 's holyday To danceth ' sunshine of some smiling But beguiling Spheares of sweet sugred Lyes Some slippery Pair Of false perhaps as fair Flattering but forswearing eyes Doubtlesse some other heart Will gett the start Mean while stepping in before Will take possession of that sacred store Of hidden sweets holy ioyes WORDS which are not heard with EARES Those tumultuous shops of noise Effectuall wispers whose still voice The soul it selfe more feeles then heares Amorous languishments luminous trances SIGHTS which are not seen with eyes Spirituall soul-peircing glances Whose pure subtil lightning flyes Home to the heart setts the house on fire And melts it down in sweet desire Yet does not stay To ask the windows leaue to passe that way Delicious DEATHS soft exalations Of soul dear diuine annihilations A thousand vnknown rites Of ioyes rarefy'd delights Ahundred thousand goods
glories graces And many a mystick thing Which the diuine embraces Of the deare spouse of spirits with them will bring For which it is no shame That dull mortality must not know a name Of all this store Of blessings ten thousand more If when he come He find the Heart from home Doubtlesse he will vnload Himself some other where And poure abroad His pretious sweets On the fair soul whom first he meets O fair ô fortunate O riche ô dear O happy thrice happy she Selected doue Who ere she be Whose early loue With winged vowes Makes hast to meet her morning spouse And close with his immortall kisses Happy indeed who neuer misses To improue that pretious hour And euery day Seize her sweet prey All fresh fragrant as he rises Dropping with a baulmy Showr A delicious dew of spices O let the blissfull heart hold fast Her heaunly arm-full she shall tast At once ten thousand paradises She shall haue power To rifle deflour The rich roseall spring of those rare sweets Which with a swelling bosome there she meets Boundles infinite Bottomles treasures Of pure inebriating pleasures Happy proof she shal discouer What ioy what blisse How many Heau'ns at once it is To haue her GOD become her LOVER TO THE SAME PARTY COVNCEL CONCERNING HER CHOISE DEar heaun-designed SOVL Amongst the rest Of suters that beseige your Maiden brest Why my not I My fortune try And venture to speak one good word Not for my self alas but for my dearer LORD You'aue seen allready in this lower sphear Offroth bubbles what to look for here Say gentle soul what can you find But painted shapes Peacocks Apes Illustrious flves Guilded dunghills glorious LYES Goodly surmises And deep disguises Oathes of water words of wind TRVTH biddes me say 't is time you cease to trust Your soul to any son of dust 'T is time you listen to a brauer loue Which from aboue Calls you vp higher And biddes you come And choose your roome Among his own fair sonnes of fire Where you among The golden throng That watches at his palace doores May passe along And follow those fair starres of yours Starrs much too fair pure to waiâ— vpon The false smiles of a sublunary sun Sweet let me prophesy that at last t' will proue Your wary loue Laves vp his purer more pretious vowes And meanes them for a farre more worthy SPOVSE Then this world of Lyes can giue ye ' Eun for Him with whom nor cost Nor loue nor labour can be lost Him who neuer will deceiue ye Let not my lord the Mighty louer of soules disdain that I discouer The hidden art Of his high stratagem to win your heart It was his heaunly art Kindly to crosse you In your mistaken loue That at the next remoue Thence he might tosse you And strike your troubled heart Home to himself to hide it in his brest The bright ambrosiall nest Of loue of life euerlasting rest Happy Mystake That thus shall wake Your wise soul neuer to be wonne Now wâ—â—h a loue below the sun Your first choâ—ce failes ô when you choose agen May it not be amongst the sonnes of Men ALEXIAS THE COMPLAINT OF THE FORSAKEN WIFE OF SANITE ALEXIS THE FIRST ELEGIE I â—â—te the roman youth 's lou'd prayse pride Whom long none could obtain though thousands try'd Lo here am left alas For my lost mate Tembrace my teares kisse an vnkind FATE Sure in my early woes starres were at strife And try'd to make a WIDOW ere a WIFE Nor can I tell and this new teares doth breed In what strange path my lord's fair footsteppes bleed O knew I where he wander'd I should see Some solace in my sorrow's certainty I 'd send my woes in words should weep for me Who knowes how powrfull well writt praires would be Sending's too slow a word my selfe would fly Who knowes my own heart's woes so well as I But how shall I steal hence ALEXIS thou Ah thou thy self alas hast taught me how Loue too that leads the would lend the wings To bear me harmlesse through the hardest things And where loue lends the wing leads the way What dangers can there be dare say me nay If drown'd sweet is the death indur'd for HIM The noted sea shall change his name with me I mongst the blest STARRES a new name shall be And sure where louers make their watry graues The weeping mariner will augment the waues For who so hard but passing by that way Wâ—ll take acquaintance of my woes say Here ' was the roman MAID found a hard fare While through the world she sought her wandring mate Here perish't she poor heart heauns be my vowes As true to me as she was to her spouse O liue so rare a loue liue in thee The too frail life of femal constancy Fâ—rewell shine fair soul shine there aboue Firm in thy crown as here fast in thy loue There â—hy lost fugitiue thou ' hast found at last Be happy and for euer hold him fast THE SECONDE ELEGIE THough All the ioyes I had fleed hence with Thee Vnkind yet are my TEARES still true to me I' am wedded ore again since thou art gone Nor couldst thou cruell leaue me quite alone ALEXIS ' widdow now is sorrow's wife With him shall I weep our my weary life Wellcome my sad sweet Maâ—e Now haue I gott At last a constant loue that leaues me not Firm he as thou art false Not need my cryes Thus vex the earth teare the skyes For him alas n'ere shall I need to be Troublesom to the world thus as for thee For thee I talk to trees with silent groues Expostulate my woes much wrong'd loues Hills relentlesse rockes or if there be Things that in hardnesse more allude to thee To these I talk in teares tell my pain And answer too for them in teares again How oft haue I wept out the weary sun My watry hour-glasse hath old time out runne O I am leâ—â—ned grown Poor loue I Haue study'd ouer all astrology I 'am perfect in heaun's stâ—te wâ—â—h euery starr My skillfull greife is grown familiar Rise fairest of those fires what e're thou be Whose rosy beam shall point my sun to me Such as the sacred light that erst did bring The EASTERN princes to their infant king O rise pure lamp lend thy golden ray That weary loue at last may find his way THE THIRD ELEGIE RIch churlish LAND that hid'st so long in thee My treasures rich alas by robbing mee Needs must my miseryes â—we that man a spite Who e're he be was the first wandring knight O had he nere been at that cruell â—ost NATVRE'S virginity had nere been lost Seas had not bin rebuk't by sâ—way oares But ly'n lock't vp safe in their sacred shores Men had not spurn'd at mountaines nor made wâ—rrs With rocks nor bold hands struck the