powres to thy name praise O dear memoriall of that Death Which liues still allowes vs breath Rich Royall food Bountyfull BREAD Whose vse denyes vs to the dead Whose vitall gust alone can giue The same leaue both to eat liue Liue euer Bread of loues be My life my soul my surer selfe to mee O soft self-wounding Pelican Whose brest weepes Balm for wounded man Ah this way bend thy benign floud To'a bleeding Heart that gaspes for blood That blood whose least drops soueraign be To wash my worlds of sins from me Come loue Come LORD that long day For which I languish come away When this dry soul those eyes shall see And drink the vnseal'd sourse of thee When Glory's sun faith's shades shall chase And for thy veil giue me thy FACE AMEN LAVDA SION SALVATOREM THE HYMN FOR THE BL SACRAMENT I. RIse Royall SION rise sing Thy soul's kind shepheard thy hart 's KING Stretch all thy powres call if you can Harpes of heaun to hands of man This soueraign subject sitts aboue The best ambition of thy loue II. Lo the BREAD of LIEE this day 's Triumphant Text prouokes thy prayse The liuing life-giuing bread To the great twelue distributed When LIFE himself at point to dy Of loue was his own LEGACY III. Come loue let vs work a song Lowd pleasant sweet long Let lippes Hearts lift high the noise Of so iust solemn ioyes Which on his white browes this bright day Shall hence for euer bear away IV. Lo the new LAW of a new LORD With a new Lamb blesses the Board The aged Pascha pleads not yeares But spyes loue's dawn disappeares Types yeild to TRVTHES shades shrink away And their NIGHT dyes into our Day V. But lest THAT dy too we are bid Euer to doe what he once did And by à mindfull mystick breath That we may liue reuiue his DEATH With a well-bles't bread wine Transsum'd taught to turn diuine VI The Heaun-instructed house of FAITH Here a holy Dictate hath That they but lend their Form face Themselues with reuerence leaue their place Nature name to be made good By'a nobler Bread more needfull BLOOD VII Where nature's lawes no leaue will giue Bold FAITH takes heart dares beleiue In different species name not things Himself to me my SAVIOVR brings As meat in That as Drink in this But still in Both one CHRIST he is VIII The Receiuing Mouth here makes Non wound nor breach in what he takes Let one or one THOVSAND be Here Diuiders single he Beares home no lesse all they no more Nor leaue they both lesse then before IX Though in it self this SOVERAIN FEAST Be all the same to euery Guest Yet on the same life-meaning Bread The child of Death eates himself Dead Nor is 't loue's fault but sin's dire skill That thus from LIFE can DEATH distill X. When the blest signes thou broke shall see Hold but thy Faith intire as he Who howsoe're clad cannot come Lesse then whole CHRIST in euery crumme In broken formes à stable FAITH Vntouch't her pretious TOTALL hath XI Lo the life-food of ANGELLS then Bow'd to the lowly mouths of men The children's BREAD the Bridegroom's WINE Not to be cast to dogges or swine XII Lo the full finall SACRIEICE On which all figures fix't their eyes The ransom'd ISACK his ramme The MANNA the PASCHAL Lamb XIII IESV MASTER Iust true Our FOOD faithfull SHEPHARD too O by thy self vouchsafe to keep As with thy selfe thou feed'st thy SHEEP XIV O let that loue which thus makes thee Mix with our low Mortality Lift our lean Soules sett vs vp Convictors of thine own full cup Coheirs of SAINTS That so all may Drink the same wine and the same WAY Nor chang the PASTVRE but the PLACE To feed of THEE in thine own FACE AMEN DIES IRAE DIES ILLA THE HYMN OF THE CHVRCH IN MEDITATION OF THE DAY OF IVDGMENT I. HEars't thou my soul with serious things Both the Psalm and sybyll sings Of a sure iudge from whose sharp Ray The world in flames shall fly away II. O that fire before whose face Heaun earth shall find no place O those eyes whose angry light Must be the day of that dread Night III. O that trump whose blast shall rnn An euen round with the circling Sun And vrge the murmuring graues to bring Pale mankind forth to meet his king IV. Horror of nature hell Death When a deep Groan from beneath Shall cry we come we come all The caues of night answer one call V. O that Book whose leaues so bright Will sett the world in seuere light O that Iudge whose hand whose eye None can indure yet none can fly VI Ah then poor soul what wilt thou say And to what Patron chuse to pray When starres themselues shall stagger and The most firm foot no more then stand VII But thou giu'st leaue dread Lord that we Take shelter from thy self in thee And with the wings of thine own doue Fly to thy scepter of soft loue VIII Dear remember in that Day Who was the cause thou cams't this way Thy sheep was stray'd And thou wouldst be Euen lost thy self in seeking me IX Shall all that labour all that cost Of loue and eu'n that losse be lost And this lou'd soul iudg'd worth no lesse Then all that way and wearynesse X. Iust mercy then thy Reckning be With my price not with me 'T was pay'd at first with too much pain To be pay'd twice or once in vain XI Mercy my iudge mercy I cry With blushing Cheek bleeding ey The conscious colors of my sin Are red without pale within XII O let thine own soft bowells pay Thy self And so discharge that day If sin can sigh loue can forgiue O say the word my Soul shall liue XIII Those mercyes which thy MARY found Or who thy crosse confes't crown'd Hope tells my heart the same loues be Still aliue and still for me XIV Though both my Prayres teares combine Both worthlesse are For they are mine But thou thy bounteous self still be And show thou art by sauing me XV O when thy last Frown shall proclaim The flocks of goates to folds of flame And all thy lost sheep found shall be Let come ye blessed then call me XVI When the dread ITE shall diuide Those Limbs of death from thy left side Let those life-speaking lipps command That I inheritt thy right hand XVII O hear a suppliant heart all crush't And crumbled into contrite dust My hope my fear my Iudge my Friend Take charge of me of my END S. MARIA MAIOR Dilecius meus mihi et ego illi qui pascitur inter lilia 〈…〉 THE HIMN O GLORIOSA DOMINA HAil most high most humble one Aboue the world below thy SON Whose blush the moon beauteously marres And staines the timerous light of
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
this HEART thus farr a fitter STONE 'Cause though a hard cold one yet it is thine owne Amen The Antiphona O saue vs then Mercyfull KING of men Since thou wouldst needs be thus A SAVIOVR at such à rate for vs Saue vs o saue vs lord We now will own no shorter wish nor name a narrower word Thy blood bids vs be bold Thy Wounds giue vs fair hold Thy Sorrows chide our shame Thy Crosse thy Nature thy name Aduance our claim And cry with one accord Saue them o saue them lord EXPOSTVLATIO IESV XPI CVM VNDO INGRATâ— SVM pulcher at nemo tamen me diligit Sum nobilis nemo est mihi qui seruiat Sum diues a me nemo quicquam postulat Et cuncta possum nemo me tamen tinet Aeternus exsâ— quaeror a paucissinus Prudensque sum sed me quis est qui consulit Et sum via at per me quotusquisque ambulat Sum veritas quare mihi non creditur Sum vita verum rarus est qui me petit Sum vera lux videre me neme cupit Sum misericors nullus fidem in me collocat TV si poris non id mihi imputes Homo Salus â—ibi est a me parata hac vtere 〈…〉 â—â—cud THE RECOMMENDATION These Houres that which houer's o're my END Into thy hands and hart lord I commend Take Both to Thine Account that I mine In that Hour in these may be all thine That as I dedicate my deuoutest BREATH To make a kind of LIFE for my lord's DEATH So from his liuing life-giuing DEATH My dying LIFE may draw a new neuer fleeting BREATH VPON THE H. SEPVLCHER Here where our LORD once lay'd his Head Now the graue lyes Buryed VEXILLA REGIS THE HYMN OF THE HOLY CROSSE I. LOok vp languisting Soul Lo where the fair BADG of thy faith calls back thy care And biddes thee ne're forget Thy life is one long Debt Of loue to Him who on this painfull TREE Paid back the flesh he took for thee II. Lo how the streames of life from that full nest Of loues thy lord 's too liberall brest Flow in an amorous floud Of WATER wedding BLOOD With these he wash't thy stain transfer'd thy smart And took it home to his own heart III. But though great LOVE greedy of such sad gain Vsurp't the Portion of THY pain And from the nailes spear Turn'd the steel point of fear Their vse is chang'd not lost and now they moue Not stings of warth but wounds of loue IV. Tall TREE of life thy truth makes goo What was till now ne're vnderstood Though the prophetick king Struck lowd his faithfull string It was thy wood he meant should make the TRHONE For a more then SALOMON V. Larg throne of loue Royally spred With purple of too Rich a red Thy crime is too much duty Thy Burthen too much beauty Glorious or Greiuous more thus to make good Thy costly excellence with thy KING 's own BLOOD VI Euen ballance of both worlds our world of sin And that of grace heaun way'd in HIM Vs with our price thou weighed'st Our price for vs thou payed'st Soon as the right-hand scale reioyc't to proue How much Death weigh'd more light then loue VII Hail our alone hope let thy fair head shoot Aloft and fill the nations with thy noble fruit The while our hearts we Thus graft our selues on thee Grow thou they And be thy fair increase The sinner's pardon the iust man's peace Liue o for euer liue reign The LAMB whom his own loue hath slain And let thy lost sheep liue to'inherit That KINGDOM which this CROSSE did merit AMEN TO OVR B. LORD VPON THE CHOISE OF HIS Sepulcher How life death in Thee Agree Thou hadst a virgin womb And tomb A IOSEPH did betroth Them both CHARITAS NIMIA OR THE DEAR BARGAIN LOrd what is man why should he coste thee So dear what had his ruin lost thee Lord what is man that thou hast ouerbought So much a thing of nought Loue is too kind I see can Make but à simple merchant man 'T was for such sorry merchandise Bold Painters haue putt out his Eyes Alas sweet lord what wer 't to thee If there were no such wormes as we Heau'n ne're the lesse still heaun would be Should Mankind dwell In the deep hell What haue his woes to doe with thee Let him goe weep O're his own wounds SERAPHIMS will not sleep Nor spheares let fall their faithfull rounds Still would The youthfull SPIRITS sing And still thy spatious Palace ring Still would those beauteous ministers of light Burn all as bright And bow their flaming heads before thee Still thrones Dominations would adore thee Still would those euer wakefull sons of fire Keep warm thy prayse Both nights dayes And teach thy lou'd name to their noble lyre Let froward Dust then doe it 's kind And giue it self for sport to the proud wind Why should a peice of peeuish clay plead shares In the Aeternity of thy old cares Why shouldst you bow thy awfull Brest to see What mine own madnesses haue done with me Should not the king still keepe his throne Because some desperate Fool 's vndone Or will the world's Illustrious eyes Weep for euery worm that dyes Will the gallant sun E're the lesse glorious run Will he hang down his golden head Or e're the sooner seek his western bed Because some foolish fly Growes wanton will dy If I were lost in misery What was it to thy heaun thee What was it to thy pretious blood If my foul Heart call'd for a floud What if my faithlesse soul I Would needs fall in With guilt sin What did the Lamb that he should dy What did the lamb that he should need When the wolf sins himself to bleed If my base lust Bargain'd with Death well-beseeming dust Why should the white Lamb's bosom write The purple name Of my sin's shame Why should his vnstaind brest make good My blushes with his own heart-blood O my SAVIOVR make me see How dearly thou hast payd for me That lost again my LIFE may proue As then in DEATH so now in loue SANCTA MARIA DOLORVM OR THE MOTHER OF SORROWS A Patheticall descant vpon the deuout Plainsong OF STABAT MATER DOLOROSA SANCTA MARIA DOLORVM I. IN shade of death's sad TREE Stood Dolefull SHEE Ah SHE now by none other Name to be known alas but SORROW's NOTHER Before her eyes Her's the whole world's ioyes Hanging all torn she sees and in his woes And Paines her Pangs throes Each wound of His from euery Part All more at home in her one heart II What kind of marble than Is that cold man Who can look on see Nor keep such noble sorrowes company Sure eu'en from you My Flints some drops are due To see so many vnkind swords contest So fast for
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
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