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A00927
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Hierothelamium. Or, The heauenly nuptialls of our blessed Sauiour vvith a pious soule. Written by Richard Flecknoe.
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Flecknoe, Richard, d. 1678?
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1626
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STC 11033; ESTC S120850
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See it neuer takes her eare Angells though you play and sing Till the Ayre with Eccho ring Though t' is sweet and rare yet she Is so farre from thanking yee As sh' admirs how you can do Any thing but hearken to Those his hony-flowing Words Which into her Eare affoards Sounds more sweet more pleasing farre Then your Quiers or Consorts are 5. Why d' ye lauish and consume So much rich and choyce perfume She alone might well suffice For to sweeten all the skyes With those sighs which she doth spend Without measure without end Griefe before I euer knew Ioy could weepe as well as you Swoune and suffer all speach bar'd But such sigh's I neuer heard Soft I see therin doth lye Yet some deeper mystery 6. Marke her she doth vse to frame Of her breath her Louers Name Tasting which her mouth receaues All the gust that hony leaues Oh Repast deuine and rare By that Food we nourisht ' are Which we take and in receaue She by that which she doth leaue Yet th' effect is far more strange Foode in vs to Earth doth change Hers in Him to Heauen so breath Wisely hath beguiled death 7. But some Epicure will say She consumes herselfe this way Not supplying Natures needs But doth languish as she feeds Peace thou Earthly mynd thy food Changeth first to flesh and bloud Sicknes doth thereon awayt That brings death her dyet straight Turnes to life and better spirit Fills her full with glorious Merit Doth her soule at last commend Vnto Life can neuer end 8. Now when she doth list to drinke Oh what humane thought can thinke On the sweetnes which she tasts Whilst her draught delicious lasts Yet deare soule how ere you fayne I do see it brings you payne Whilst you drinke out of a wound Not alone for Loue you sound Bee 't in feet in hands or side In conceipt it opens wide Euen as deepe a wound in you As those pretious ones you view 9. Drinke not thirsty soule so deepe Temp'rance bids a measure keepe Scandall doth arise from such Who vnwary drinke too much She all counsayle doth despise Stops her Eares and firmes her Eyes Euery daught begets a thirst Hoat and fiercer then the first O how great the daunger is Least some harme do follow this And now see She leanes her head In her Louers armes as dead 10. Angells beare her forth I feare Much the cause she 's stifled here Ther 's no doubt her health's impayre May be help't with better ayre But himselfe alone sustaynes All the burthen all the paynes Thinking nothing throughly done ' Lesse his Blessed selfe be one Rubbe her Temples bow her head Beare her to the Mariage Bed Feare not she 'le reuiue anone When her Extasy is gone The Allegory IN all this Feast is nothing els to be vnderstood then only the tender and pious affections which are incited and stired vp in high Contemplatiue Soules by the receauing of the B. Sacrament as namely their Deuout Colloquies seasoned in tears mixt with sighes to giue the more delicate tast relish to theyr high-fed Soules and also the strict watch they keep on theyr Attentions to barre the entrance of any thoughts may bring distraction with them By her swoning is signifyed the sweet force of the Diuine Loue which as if it had changed dartes with Death doth oftentimes leaue the Bodies vnto the Graue by enticing from them the Soules vnto the loyes of Heauen Lastly by the Angells Care and Bridgroomes diligence in bearing of her forth out of that close Chamber where she was the world into Heauen her Bridall Chamber is shewen that God is neuer wanting to assist them at theyr Deaths whose Vertues whilst they liue on Earth do labour a sure and perfect Friendship betwixt them and Heauen The fifth Canto ARGVMENT The Chamber of the Bride Her ' maze it's stayres Theyr Ioy the rest the Angells song declares 1. NOW they vp a wondrous stayre Farre aboue all noysome ayre T'wards her chamber beare the Bride When not able to abide Such a brightnesse such a height Leaden Death with his owne weight Fell to ground from of her eyes In a graue where now he lyes Then they straight vnclos'd and gaz'd At her being so amaz'd As t w'as long ere she could giue Her selfe credit she did liue 2. And who could refuse to wonder For to see Earth lye vnder Such vnmeasur'd way below As t' was almost lost to shew For to see the waters stand Like a wall about the Land And without so surely fenc't With the moyster ayre condens't For to see the humble fyer Neyther burne nor mount vp higher None of these but might amaze One who far more bouldnes ha's 3. Yet this wonder did not last For her eye aside she cast And in it lost all her feare When she saw her Bridgroome there That which made her wonder cease May perhaps make ours increase She of all strange things that were By one glaunce on him more cleere Did the hidden Causes see Then within a Mirrour we Our owne faces when we looke Studying most that flat'ring booke 4. So all Wonder turn'd to Loue Loue in her a Heauen did proue Heauen as they did go was there Heauen they came to eu'ry where Heauen within her and without Heauen aboue and round about Heauen is in her Eyes and Eares Nothing now but Heauen appeares In ech sense in euery part In her mouth her louing heart And these Heauens are all alone In her Bridgroome ioyn'd in one 5. She without all payne doth goe That vn'wares she left below On the vnder floore of clay Whilst in deadly trance she lay For some faynt and worldly mind Dares not higher go to find And they now arriued are On the highest Christall stayre Ioyning to a porche of gould Eyes did ne're the like behould That directly in doth guide To the Chamber of the Bride 6. See the dores do open stand And the Bridgroome by the hand Whilst the Saints his prayses sing His fayre crowned Spouse leads in All the Soules that heauen had euer There stand ready to receaue her For her glory euery one Far more glad then for theyr owne Yet ther 's none hath more exprest Of a glad and ioyfull breast Nor of Loue more pledges giuen Then the sacred Queene of Heauen 7. Those whose Ioyes are at the height Thinke th' are happyer in her sight And who know th' are loued most Such a Riuall soonest boast They so hast her in to beare As our Night begins I feare And those Glory 's which we see Too to soone will vanish't be Darknesse winnes vpon the skies Now they lessen in our eyes To a Starre which was a Sunne Now a sparke and now th' are gone 8. What a darke and vgly sight After so much Glorious Light This blacke Clod of Earth Appeares But what Musicke strikes our Eares Sure t' is that the Angells make For the Bride and Bridgroomes sake Which whilst Eccho