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The passions of the spirit
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Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?
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vertue of all power victorius The true redemption of his best creation O glorious life that made the diuells wonder And glorious death that trode the diuells vnder Thus in his birth his life and death all glory Hee dyd receiue who was himselfe the same The stately substance of that sacred storie From whence the ground of highest glory came When highest power to highest glory raised And all the hoast of heauen with glory praised Was euer such ingratitude approued Since heauen and earth for man and man was made For onely God who hild him his beloued Till gracelesse sinne dyd make his glory fade That hee whom Angells with such reuerence vsed Should bee by men refused and abused O liuely Image of the fathers loue O louely Image of the fathers life O pure conceipt that doth this concord proue That all agreement breeds no thought of strife But that the Sonne in state of all the story Is found the brightnesse of the Fathers glory Could euer such a glory bee refused By those that were in dutie to adore it Or could so great a glory bee refused When Angells tremble when they stand beefore it O man woman to wound thy soule so sore To loose the glory so for euer-more Behould the heauens what sorrow they did show And how the earth hir dolour did discrie The Sunne was darck and in the earth bee low The buried bodies shewed their agonie The temple rent the heauens with anger moued To see the death of the diuine beeloued And yet thou man full little doest regard What thou hadst done vnto thy dearest loue Thou mad'st more reckning of the worlds reward Then of the blessing of thy soules be-houe But wretched man descend into thy thought And with this sorrow weare thy selfe to naught Yet some there were too small a somme were they That ioyd to see the somme of all their ioy They watched the night and walked in the day And were not choked with the worlds annoy But followed on their heauenly loue alone Would God in heauen that I were such a one But aye mee wretch all wretched as I am Vnworthy all to follow such a friend In sweet remembrance of whose sweetest name The ioyes beegin that neuer makes an end Let mee but weep and sorrow till I see How mercies loue will cast on looke on mee And let mee heare but what my Sauiour saith Hee once did die that I might euer liue And that my soule by hir assured faith May feele the comfort that his grace doth giue That for his loue who sorrows heere so sore Shall ioy in heauen and neuer sorrow more Canto 4. OH ioy aboue all ioyes that euer were Could I conceiue but halfe thine excellence Or how to hope to giue attendance there Where thou dost keepe thy royall residence And on my knees thy holy name adore Were my soule well shee should desier no more To see the day that from an high is springing To guide our feete into the way of peace To heare the Virgins playing Angells singing The Psalmes of glory that shall neuer cease To heare the sound of such a heauenly queare Would it not ioy the soule to see and heare To see the Saints and Martyrs in their places By highest grace with heauenly glory crowned To see the kysses and the sweet imbrace Of blessed soules by constant saith renomed To see the ground of all these sweet agreeing Were not these sights all sweetly worth the seeing The Diamond Rubie Saphir and such like Of pretious gemmes that are the worldlings ioyes And greatest princes for their crownes doe seeke To heauenly treasuers are but trifling toyes Wherewith the holy citie all is paued And all the walls are round about in-graued Nor hee that sits on the supernall throne In maiestie most glorious to beehold And houlds the septer of the world alone Hath not his garment of imbrodered gold But hee is clothed in truth and righteousnesse The heauenly garments of true holynesse Oh could my soule out of some Angells wyng By humble sute obtaine one onely pen Might wright in honour of my glorious king The ioy of Angells and the life of men That all the world might fall vpon their faces To heare the glory of his heauenly graces But since I see his wonder worth is such As doth exceed the reach of humane sence And all the earth vnworthy is to touch The smallest title of his excellence Let mee referre vnto some Angells glory The happy writing of this heauenly story Where this sweet King that on the white horse rideth Vpon the wings of the celestiall winde Neere whose sweet aier no blasting breath abideth Nor stands the tree that hee doth fruitlesse finde Doth make all tremble where his glory goeth Yea where his mildnesse most his mercie showeth Where heauenly loue is cause of holy life And holy life increaseth heauenly loue Where peace establisht without feare of strife Doth proue the blessing of the soules beehaue Where thirst nor hunger griefe nor sorrow dwelleth But peace in ioy And ioye in peace excelleth Oh ioyfull feare on vertuous loue â—ll founded O vertuous loue in mercies glory graced O gracious loue on faith in mercy grounded Oh faithfull loue in heauenly fauour placed Oh settled loue that cannot bee remoued Oh glorious loue of glory so beeloued Where virgins ioye in their virginitie The vertuous spouse in vndefiled bed And true deuines in true deuinitie The gratious members in their glorious head The sinners ioye to escape damnation And faithfull soules in their saluation Where sicke men ioy to see their sweetest health The prisoners ioy to see their libertie The poore reioyce to see their sweetest wealth The vertuous to adore the deitie And I vnworthie most of all to see The eies of mercie cast one looke on mee Canto 5. BVT can my heart thus leaue hir holy loue Or seace to sing of this hir highest sweet Hath Patience no more passions left to proue Hath phancie laboured out both hands and feete Or hath Inuention straind hir vaine so sore That wit nor will hath power to write no more No heauens forbid that euer faithfull heart Should haue a weary thought of dooing well But that the soule may summon euery part Of euery sence where any thought may dwell That may discharge the dutie of this care To pen his praise that is without compare But since no eie can looke on him and liue Nor heart can liue but looking on his loue Beehould the glory that his grace doth giue In all his works that doth such wonders proue Than all the world may finde their witts to weake But of the smallest of his praise to speake Behould the earth how sweetly shee brings foorth Hir trees hir flowers hir herbs and euery grasse Of sundry natures of most secret worth And how each branch doth others beautie passe Both beasts and birds with fishes wormes and flies How each their high creator glorifies The Lions strength doth make him stand as
lake to languish where no conceite but discontent may bee I will sit downe till after this worlds hell My sauiours sight may onely make mee well Canto 2. BVt shall I so my secret griefe giue ouer With hope to see the glory of my sight Or can my soule hir sacred health recouer While no desert doth looke vpon delight No no my hart is too too full of griefe For euer thinking to receiue reliefe The Sunne is downe the glory of the day The springe is past the sweetnesse of the yeere The haruest in whereon my hope did stay And withering winter giues but chilling cheere And what such death Can griefe or sorrow giue As see his death whereby the soule doth liue Mee thinks I see and seeing sigh to see How in his passion patience plaies hir part And in his death what life hee giues to mee In my loues sorrow to relieue my heart But what a care doth this conclusion trie The head must off or else the body die Hee was my head my hope my heart my health The speciall Iewell of my spirits ioy The trusty treasure of my highest wealth The onely pleasure kept mee from annoy Hee was and is and euermore shal bee In life or death the life of life to mee And let mee see how sweetly yet he lookes Euen while the teares are trickling downe his face And for my lyfe how well his death he brookes While my desert was cause of his disgrace And let me wish yet while his death I see I could haue died for him that died for mee Had I but seene him as his seruants dyd At sea at land in citie and in field Though in him selfe hee had the glory hyd That in his grace the height of glory hild Then might my sorrow some-what be appeased That once my soule had in his sight beene pleased But not to see him till I see him die And that my deed was causer of his death How can I cease to weepe to houle and crie To see the gasping of that glorious breath That purest loue vnto the soule approued And is the blessing of the soule beeloued Shall I not wash his body with my teares And saue the blood that issues from his side That keepes my heart from all infernall feares Vnto my soule by my firme faith applyed Shall I not striue with Ioseph for the course And make his tombe in my soules true remorse Shall I not cursse those hatefull hellish fiends That led the world to work such wickednesse And hate all them that haue not been his friends But follow on that work of wretchednesse Cut off the head that first hands on him layd And help to hang the dogge that him betrayd Am I not one of that vnhappie broode The Pellican doth figure in hir nest When I must liue but by his onely blood In whose sweet loue my life doth onely rest O wretched bird but I more wretched creature To figure such a bird in such a nature Dyd God himselfe ordaine it should bee so To saue my life my Sauiour so should die His will bee done yet let mee weepe for woe To bee the subiect of his miserie That though hee came to mend that was amisse Hee should bee so the author of my blisse Shall I not driue the watchman from the graue And watch the rising of the sonne renowmed Or goe my selfe a liue into the graue To kisse the body where it lies intombed What shall I doe or what shall I approue For my soules health that so my soule did loue Oh. Loue the ground of loue Oh liuely loue Why doe I liue that did not die with thee When in my heart I doe such horror prooue As lets my care no thought of comfort see How my poore soule might once such seruice do thee To giue mee hope how I am come vnto thee No I haue runne The way of wickednesse Forgetting that my faith should follow most I did not think vpon thy holinesse Nor by my sinne what sweetnesse I haue lost Oh sinne so sinne hath compast mee about That Lord I know not where to finde thee out If in the heauen it is too high a place For wicked heart to hope to clime so high If in the world the earth is all to base To entertaine thy glorious maiestie If in the world vnworthy I to read So sweet a sence to stand my soule in stead If in my heart sinne saith thou art not there If in my soule it is too foule infected If in my hope it is too full of feare And fearefull loue hath neuer faith elected In soule nor body hope nor seare aye mee Where should I seeke where my soules loue may bee Alas the day that euer I was borne To see how sinne hath bard mee from my blisse And that my soule is so in torments torne To know my loue and come not where hee is Yet if that euer heauens heard creatures cry Lord looke a little on my misery Let mercy plead in true repentance cause Where humble prayer may heauenly pittie moue That though my life haue broken sacred lawes My hearts contrition yet may comfort proue That till my soule may my sweet Sauiour see Mercie may cast one loueing looke on mee And while I sit with Mary at the graue As full of griefe as euer loue may liue My wounded hart some spark of hope may haue Of such reliefe as glorious hand may giue To make mee seele though sin hath death deserued In mercies loue is my soules life preserued Which sacred truth vntill my soule doth tast To slake the sorrow of this heart of myne My weary life in wofull thoughts must wast While soule and bodie humbly I resine Vnto those glorious holy hands of his Who is the hope of my eternall blisse Canto 3. BVt can I leaue to thincke vpon the thing That I can neuer put out of my thought Or can I cease of his sweet loue to sing Who by his blood his creatures comfort brought Or can I liue to thinck that he should die In whome the hope of all my life doth lie No Let mee thinck vpon his life and death And after death his euer life againe Hee breath'd our life and giueing vp his breath Reuiude our soules that in our sinnes were slaine His life so good as neuer death deserued And by his death our euer liues preserued Did hee not wash his poore Apostles feet Came hee not riding on a silly Asse Did hee not heale the criples in the streete And fed a world where little victuall was Did not his loue most true affection trye To die for vs that wee might neuer die Was neuer infant shew'd such humblenesse Was neuer man did speake as this man did Was neuer louer shew'd such faithfulnesse Was neuer true man such a torter byd Was neuer state contayned such a story Was neuer Angell worthy such a glory O glorious glory all in glory glorius Angells reioyced at his incarnation O power-full