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death_n	body_n	soul_n	spirit_n	17,497	5	5.6554	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A00970	Christes bloodie sweat, or the Sonne of God in his agonie. By I.F.	Fletcher, Joseph, 1577?-1637, attributed name.; Ford, John, 1586-ca. 1640, attributed name.	1613 (1613)	STC 11076; ESTC S117622	33,882	70

defend vs As he fore-thinks the means that must cōmend vs. When Christ prepar'd himselfe to die and beare The wrath of God that we in him might liue The time of his sowre passion drawing neare In which he was his life for vs to giue Retird alone his father to intreat His agonies brought forth a bloody sweat So when vpon the crosse he had indur'd The bitter pangs of hell and breathd the last Confounding death that had his death procur'd When all the tide of cruell griefes was past A souldier with a speare did pierce his side When blood with water gushing was espide Water and blood what could it else intend Or wher-unto so likened could it be But to the bloody sweat his soule did send Before his death opprest in agonie That as the first before his death diminisht Death of the soule this in his death that finisht He di'd indeed not as an actor dies To die to day and liue againe to morrow In shew to please the audience or disguise The idle habit of inforced sorrow The Crosse his stage was and he plaid the part Of one that for his friend did pawne his heart His heart he pawnd and yet not for his friend For who was friend to him or who did loue him But to his deadly foe he did extend His dearest blood to them that did reproue him For such as tooke his life from him he gaue Such life as by his life they could not haue Great miracle of loue redemptions wonder Where he that should be su'd to sues to those Who would not sue to him but still kept vnder That better part which he in mercy chose Rare president of value which discouers How loue is scant where plenty is of louers If we but looke into the little home The home of our owne selues we may espie How many pyrates still make haste to come To wrecke our soules whom whiles we do defie We entertaine and freely but vnsought Make marchandize of what we neuer bought The pearle and the treasures which the Lord Did witnesse were of an vnualued price Iesus did purchase of his owne accord To free vs from our death deseruing vice And left vs for an heritage the gaine Of life immortall euer to remaine Hels gaping wombe which euery minute sunke Millions of soules and would not be content With streams of blood which greedily it drunke But still cryde more his mercy did preuent For he shut vp the lawes and did acquit The rau'nous gorge of that deuouring pit The euer empty swallow of the graue And bottomlesse confusion of the deepe His blood hath made in vaine and this doth saue From dangers such as dangers dayly keepe Deaths sting it hath rebated and vn-edg'd Such soules as were in sorrowes bondage pledg'd What should a sinner doe or whither flie To hide him from his shame that euer wakes Poore man lesse then a man who cannot die Nor cannot liue so much his Care mistakes And still he drawes destruction with his breath As t' is all one to suffer life or death Sad thoughts like burning furies still pursue him And seeke his life who them aliue doth cherrish Fond thoughts whose inward eyes nosooner view him But kill that Maister who once dead they perish His thoughts do tell his conscience of his thrall His conscience makes him thinke that he must fall What shall he crie to mountaines to conceale him Or shall he beg the seas to ouer-drench him The mountaines are remou'd and cannot heale him The Seas are dry and they cannot entrench him But euer as he hopes the light to shun In groping for the night he findes the sunne A Sonne whose glory doth disclose abroade The secrets of his hearts and layes all open Lines out the sundry paths that he hath trode Vnfolds the seuerall treasons he hath spoken The inside of his bosome is apparant And he hath none excuse to pleade his warrant What can he now resolue but to retire Vnto the sweat of Christ and cleft in mind Humbled in meeke astonishment desire Comfort in this his bloody Bath to find Which bloody sweat when euery helpe doth faile To cure the soule that onely doth auaile Pure distillations are but vaine receits Curious to draine but comfortlesse in tast Compounded Cordials are vnwise deceits Whose vertue doth but with the present last Christs body is the Limbecke that must yeeld Distilled blood our soules from death to shield If pleasures honors money gifts promotion Phisicke restoratiues repasted diet Ease cost delights cold heate prophane deuotion Drinkes purges obseruation courtly quiet Or one or all the soules spots could expell Great Kings had neuer ran so fast to hell The Princes of the Sodomites the chiefes Of Aegypt Achab Eserod and the rest Had neuer felt the terrours of their griefes If art could haue a remedy exprest But therefore di'd they cause they know no good To purge them in the streame of Christ his blood The womans painting Iesabel the whore Of th' Israelitish monarch could not hide Her sins from God but as her selfe was poore In virtue so she dy'd in naked pride O had she fe●ne Christs bloody sweat cont●i●'d In his Eliahs griefe she might haue li●'d But they whom worldly pleasures wrap in woe Esteemd this sweat a fancie or a fable Which one day they will find was nothing so When to recall againe they are not able And their this blood which hath procurda crowne Shal be a flood not to refresh but drowne What is a man but dust made vp in forme Fraile weake corrupted keeping ti●e in motion A ship at sea ●re-turnd with euery storme Eates sleeps and dies vnsetled in deuotion In health vnbridled in his yeares a span A sading bloome and such a thing is man Mans beautie but a frame made vp in snow Immixt with waxe which melts with euery Sun Euen so experience teacheth men to know How soone this worke of frailtie is vndone A winters frost or summers parching heate Doth soone this pictures ornament defeate Yet as a cunning fire-worke lighted glowes Spits and with hissing wonders dares the skies Till being wasted downe it fal and showes No more his matter spent it weakely dies And vanisheth to aire and smoke so men In health are strong but dying vanish then Man as a cunning fire-worke in his power Dares God and heauen and kicks against the Lord Till all his force be spent then in an hower Abates decaies fals of his owne accord Being indeed as nothing in dcspaire Of doing ill fumes into smoke and aire But here is not the end of all his ils● His greater soules vexation is behind● A death which both the soule and body kils To which the miserable are confind And then too late they wish to co●●e the heate Of flames and brimstone in Christs bloody sweate If one condemnd for some notorious fact Labour his pardon and doth surely thinke His life is safe

of blood More testifie my loue thou know'st I could not Long haue I stroue to bring they soule to good And witnesse here this crimson sweat howe I O soule of man doe for thy whoredomes dye How often in my bosome did I sue To haue thee lodg'd how often did I call thee From strange imbracements from affections new Whose only surfeit did too soone inthrall thee And yet thou would'st not come till age bereftthee Then I must take thee when all els haue left thee When yeeres haue made thee all vnfit for action When lust hath suckt thy Marrow drye and those With whom thou hadst conspir'd in trothles faction Shall shun thy lewdnesse and deride thy woes To mee thou then wilt come and I must hide The knowne defects of thy declined prid Call but to minde what 't is to bee a whoore A whoore the worst of creatures trades her pleasures With all diseases liues till she be poore Sels all to buy damnation neuer measures● Or shame or health but makes her bodies mart Her soules confusion such an one thou art And though perhaps temptation might perswade thee That euen the winter of thine age shall finde If thou repent mercie from him that made thee Bee not secure for thou shalt feele thy minde So farre deuided so currup●ly bent As then thou canst not if thou wouldst repent Redeeme the poore remainder of thy daies Deaden the life of thy lasciuious lust Take pittie on thy selfe forsake thy waies Of licorish bondage hate what is vniust Be trew to my desires when sin assaults And I le forget thy wrongs forgiue thy faults Did euer man speake thus was euer crcature In such a language courted when the heat Of wilfull madnesse wrought the soules defeature The God that should haue punisht doth intreat Hee in whose power it is to scourge the sinner With words of mildnesse doth assay to win her Reade in this morrall if it may be term'd so Christs loue the soules infection this is willing That wilfull and eschues to be confirm'd so● That from his loue she may behold distilling A sweat of blood as if his blood complaines To tell her of the horrors he sustaines Guilt reades a lecture of her foule misdeeds And bids her looke vpon this streame of red Layes to her view the speaking sweat that bleeds When she lyes gasping on her death full bed And then her conscience summon'd to the doome Of Iudgement hastes vnto her toombe When now O God she cries and haue Iliu'd Ah shall I liue no more Is grace and beautie Vanisht so soone of all respect depriu'd Must pompe and state renounce her wonted dutie Must my deuided soule contemn'd and lost Surrender vp my short appalled Gh●st Inconstant fate and wilt thou change thy course And leaue mee to the terrors of my dread Can gold prolong no life Must life by force Be shadowed with the ruines of the dead 'T is bad to die but oh I feele the curse Of my owne conscience doth accuse mee worse Oh had I twentie thousand mints of treasure Kingdoms to morgage worlds within my power I would giue all but for a lit●le leasure A little little minute one small hower That I might sue for grace from grace cast downe But oh I see my anger God doth frowne Bee not O be not mou'd thou glorious sonne Time was when thou didst sue to mee I craue Thy bountie of thy bloodie sweat and runne With confident assurance to my graue Thou art my spouse I am thy bride ●steeme mee None but my Christ none did but he redeeme mee Heare I disclaime the follies of my will Heare I returne the sinnes my frailties gaue mee Heare I forsake my heart-inueigling ill Heare fly I to his o●lie blood did saue me Mercie O mercie I commend as euen My whordomes to the dust my soule to heauen Christ is appeas'd and where the soule is prest With sence of knowinge shee hath done amisse Asking for grace shee is with grace redrest Her case is pittied shee for giuen is But this so seldome hapneth and so rare Scant two such soules amongst amillion are Presumption leads the readie path to hell For whilst wee looke on mercie we forget The equallnes of Iustice and compell Our soules to runne into a greater debt That God is mercifull 't is true so must Our bouldnes eke remember hee is iust Ost hath bin seene a woman who hath lou'd Some constant friend who black mischance hath slain How looking on his wounds shee hath bin mou'd To rent her haire and fa●allie complaine Cursing her birth and life refraining food Kissinge the silent murmur of his bloode Weeping vppon his bodie as if teares Could make the gaping windowes that let in Vngentell Death close vp and then inferres Wrech wreched villiane could not such lookes win Remorce in thy hard hart with manie words Which then against the butcher griefe affords Can this a woman doe And should the ●ule Behold her louer Christ slaine not lamenting Or should she entertaine a thought so foule As to gaze vpon his wounds without repenting Should wanton carnall loue so much deplore And shall not true religion doe much more A Soule which in the Gospell reads the Storie Of Christs most bloodie sweat and deadly wounds Cannot in rules of zeale but be most ●orie Whilst sorrow mingled with remorce confound● Reason and sence that spectacle to pittie Whilst both sigh out this lamentable dittie And art thou dead and must mine eyes behold The Lord of glorie crucifi'd for mee And is he dead is his sweet bodie cold● Made earth with earth and doe I liue to ●●e The great acquittance of my debt discharg'd Seal'd with his blood that I might be inlarg'd Vnhappie hand that gaue the fatall stroke Which wrought the subiect of my weeping eyes But most vnhappie mee who did prouoke With blushlesse sinnes the cause for which hee dies But I if it were possible would 〈◊〉 With kissing of his wounds fetch life againe Take heere ●he tribute of my mourning heart A poore weake widowed souls complaints remaining Fit earnest of my death desiring 〈◊〉 Smarting in death and dying in complaining As my offences did my Sauiour 〈◊〉 So with my sorrowes will I dec●●e his hea●●e First I abiure all sin-contriuing thoughts Heere I renounce each sin-inuiting word Then eu'ry sin-effecting acte which dotes On flesh I will no more let Heauen record My fast indissoluble vowes I striue For Christ alone his votarie to liue His wounds shall be my cloyster heere immur'd I le sequester my solace from the liuing His drops of blood my beads with which secur'd I le score the prayers of my heart mis-giuing My waxen Taper whose cleere light applies Light to my blindnesse shall be his faire eyes My booke the Legend of his Storie Zeale The incense I will offer vp Contrition My penance the confession I reueale My guilt my Hope the comforts of

one accord They boast the glorie of their owne desert Damning the s●mpe and the poore in minde As serues their lusts Blinde guides to lead the blinde All those the Lord foresaw and gron'd in Spirit Sweated in blood was heauie to the death That so his precious passion blamelesse merit Should be abus'd that he had giu'n his breath His life his ghost his soule yet could not win Such wretched creatures from inchanting sin Inchanting sinne that with it's cunning charmes Luls men in death-full sleepes and slily makes Impostum'd vlcers of vnsenced harmes Rockes them in Lethargies and neuer wakes Reason to feele the bane-impotion'd wrath Which by such dead securitie it hath This was the cause that from our Sauiour drew A bloodie sweat so grieuous to be borne As did the eyes of cruell men but view How with this bloodie tempest he was worne Humane compassion could not choose but melt To thinke vpon the sorrowes which he felt No measure did his payned soule acquaint With case or respite no Arithmeticke Cast vp the summe of his vnheard complaint No heart conceiue the dolours that did pricke With fiery stings his manhood and appall His face with streames which burst in twain his gall For as a Riuer running in a round Hauing no vent or sluce to slide away Will make by force eruptions in the ground Drowne all the neighbour-land and neuer stay Till with a violent course and headlong rage It slacke his strength and of it selfe asswage Euen so the tide of many griefes abounding Sweld in the bosome of the Sonne of God Still growing to a head and still confounding His fraile mortalitie deepe horrors rod Till bursting foorth with might and furie great It drown'd his bodie in a bloodie sweat Who euer saw as often hath beene seene A shoure of blood but thought it did portend Some doome of Iudgement or some angry teene Of heauens-incensed King So heere the end Of this strange bloodie raine doth shew in briefe How shortly Christ was to be wrapt in griefe The pangs of death th'ntollerable paines Which wofull creatures were to vndergoe The man Christ Iesus in this sweat sustaines Consuming wrath and soule-deuouring woe He felt that he vs men might timely free From Gods vnchanging and diuine Decree Not that his death could abrogate the will Of his great Father for he aym'd not to it But that in death he wholly might fulfill The eternall Iustice as hee came to doe it Who as hee death from men for sin required Had in his Sons death more than death desired Yet neither did the Death or Bloodie sweat Of Christ extend to soules ordain'd to Hell But to the chosen and elect beget A double life although the Scriptures tell How this meeke Lambe of God did chiefly come To call the lost sheepe and the strayers home Looke how the blessed doe pertake the good Sweete pledge of bountie precious Seale of Ioyes Which issues from his Water and his Blood So both alike the Reprobate destroyes Gods mercies to the Righteous to his foes Are Iustice to augment their enlesse woes When Isack's seede fled from th' Egyptian force And through the Red Sea tooke the readie way The waters stood on heapes and slaid their course Both waues and windes the passage did obey And in those waters safely paston ground In which whiles Pharaoh follow'd he was drown'd Whereby as water sau'd the Lords Elect And led them through the terrors of the deepe So water to them of a deulish sect Prou'd sod ine death and neuer-waking sleepe Christs bloo●ie sweat is that Red Sea whose power Secures the good and doth the bad deuoure The Cloude and fierie ●ille● that gaue light● Vnto the children in the desert plaines● The one by day the other shin'd by night Guiding their iourneis comforting their paines Were to the Hoast of Egypt mistes obscure To blind their eyes and certaine death procure Which burning Pillar and which shining Cloud Is Christ vnto whose blood such are baptiz'd As by the Holy Spirit are allow'd When otherwise all such as are despis'd Are darkned in the comforts of their sight And loose the glorie of this holy light A greater ligh more holy and Diuine Surp●ssing all the splendour of the Sun Could neuer to the eyes of mortals shine Then this most sacred Blood which hath vndon And laid to publick view the Mount of Euill Which both was fram'd and colourd by the Deuill In after-times when in the winters cold Folkes vse to warme them by their nightly fires Such Parents as the time of life termes old Wasting the season as the night requires In stead of tales may to their children tell What to the Lord of glorie once befell Once may they say my childe a time there was When men were beasts so cruelly they liu'd As they did nights and dayes in pleasure passe Like some of Reason and of Sence depriu'd Not fearing God or louing man giu'n ore To Lust and Will as beasts could doe no more The naughtie Deuill slylie did intice By sensuall sports and pittilesse deceits Our weake fore-fathers to insnaring vice Masking his tyrannie with wanton baites And wee in them did euery thing he wil'd vs Till the foule feind my childe had almost kild vs. But straight when our good God almightie saw How neere vnto the Pit-hole wee were brought For being not obedient to his Law He forthwith of a remedie bethought And hee to saue vs from this wicked Feind His onely Sonne into the world did send A louely Sonne my childe a daintie boy Who had a cheeke as red as any cherie Sweete babie was his mothers only ioy And made her ●eauie heart full often merie Who though he were Gods Son yet like a stranger Hee in a Stable borne was in a Manger And poore God knowes he was my childe not fine Or like a gentleman in gay attyre But simple clothes hee had which was a signe How little to be proud hee did desire Yet if hee would haue sought for worldly grace Hee might haue gone in silke and golden lace When he was twelue yeeres old marke this my child Hee was a perfect Scholer and did pose Great learned clarkes and Doctors but so milde As hee would neuer chide but rather chose To teach then anger and one might perswade him To doe whats'uer any bodie bad him Thirtie good yeeres and odde this blessed man Liu'd on the earth in all which time he seem'd So comfortlesse with lookes so pale and wan As if he had not bin by men esteem'd Full many an hungry meale he made and lay Bare leg'd and bare-foote many a day Hee neuer laugh'd but he did euermore Weepe weepe continually and O my child Hee neuer did none harme he holpt the poore Cur'd tht diseas'd and such as were beguild With witches and with wicked things God blesse vs He droue them from vs when they would oppres vs. And hee made much of