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A06890	A godly medytacyon of the christen sowle, concerninge a loue towardes God and hys Christe, compyled in frenche by lady Margarete quene of Nauerre, and aptely translated into Englysh by the ryght vertuouse lady Elyzabeth doughter to our late souerayne Kynge Henri the. viij; Miroir de lâme pécherresse. English	Marguerite, Queen, consort of Henry II, King of Navarre, 1492-1549.; Bale, John, 1495-1563.; Elizabeth I, Queen of England, 1533-1603.	1548 (1548)	STC 17320; ESTC S111990	38,308	98

remorse of my synnes Thu hast not put me backe with thy hāde but with both thy armes and with a swete and māly harte thu dedyst mete with me by the waye and not ones reprouynge my faultes enbrasydest me I coulde not se in beholdynge thy coūtenaunce that euer thu dedyst ones perceyue myne offence For thu hast done as moche for me as though I had beue good and honest For thu dedyst hyde my faulte from euery body in geuynge me agayne the parte of thy bedde and also in shewynge that the multitude of my synnes are so hyddē ouercome by thy great vyctorye that thu wylte neuer remembre thē So that now thu seyst nothynge in me but the graces gyftes and vertues whych it hath pleased thy fre goodnesse to gyue m● O charyte most precyouse I do se wele that thy goodnesse doth consume my lewdenesse maketh me a newe godly and bewtyfull creature The euyll that was myne thu hast destroyed and made me so perfyght a creature that all the good whych a husbande can do vnto hys wyfe thu hast done it to me in geuynge me a faythfull Hope in thy promyses Now haue I through thy good grace recouered the place of thy wyfe O happye desyered place gracyouse bedde trone ryght honourable s●ate of peace rest from all warre hygh steppe of honoure separate from the earthe So●st thu receyue thys vnworthy creature geuynge her the scepture and crowne of thy empyre and gloryouse realme who ded euer heare speake of suche a storye as to rayse vp one so hygh whych of her selfe was nothynge maketh of great value that of it selfe was naught Alas what is thys for I castynge myne eyes on hygh ded se thy goodnesse so vnknowne grace loue so incomprehēsyble that my syght is wonderfull Than am I constrayned to loke downe in so lokynge downewarde I do se what I am and what I was wyllynge to be Alas I do se in it the lewdenesse darkenesse and extreme depenesse of my euyll My deathe whych by hāblenesse closeth myne eye The admyrable goodnesse of the the vnspeakcable euyll whych is in me Thy ryght hyghnes pure maiestie my ryght fragyle and mortall nature Thy gyftes goodes beatytude my malyce great vnkyndnesse O how good thu arte vnto me and how vnkynde am I to the Thys that thu wylte and thys that I pursue Whych thynges consydered causeth me to maruele how it pleasyth the to ioyne thy selfe to me seynge there is no comparyson betwene vs both Thu arte my God and I am thy worke thu my creator and I thy creature Now to speake breuely though I can not defyne what it is to be of the yet knowe I my selfe to be the least thynge that may be compared vnto the. O loue thu madyst thys agrement● whan thu dedyst ioyne lyfe aud deathe togyther But the vnyon hath made alyue deathe Lyfe dyenge and lyfe without ende haue made one deathe a lyfe Deathe hath geuen vnto lyfe a guyckenesse Through suche deathe I beynge dead receyued lyfe and by deathe I am ranyshed with hym whych is alyue I lyue in the and as for me of my selfe I am dead And as cōcernynge the bodyly deathe it is nothynge els vnto me but a cōmynge out of pryson Deathe is lyfe vnto me For through deathe I am alyue Thys mortall lyfe fylleth me full of care and sorowe and deathe yeldeth me content O what a goodly thynge it is to dye whych causeth my sowle to lyue In delyuerynge her frō thys mortall deathe it exēpteth her frō the deathe myserable matcheth her with a most myghty louer vnlesse she thus dyeth she lāguyssheth alwayes Is not thā the sowle blameles whych wolde fayne dye for to haue suche lyfe Yes trulye she ought to call deathe her wel beloued frynde O swete deathe plesaunt sorowe myghty keye delyuerynge from all wyckednesse Those whych trusted in the o lorde and in thy deathe were mortyfyed because they ded trust in the and in thy passyon For with a swete slepe thu dedyst put them oute of that deathe whych causeth manye to lamente O how happye is the same slepe vnto hym whych whan he awaketh doth fynde through thy deathe the lyfe euerlastynge For the deathe is no other thynge to a christen man but a lyberte or delyueraunce from hys mortall bande And the deathe whych is fearfull to the wycked is plesaunt and acceptable to them that are good Than is deathe through thy deathe destroyed Therfor my God if I were ryghtly taught I shulde call the deathe lyfe and thys lyfe deathe ende of laboure and begynnynge of euerlastynge ioye For I knowe that the lōge lyfe doth lett me from thy syght O deathe come and breake the same obstacle of lyfe Or els loue do a myracle now syth that I can not yet se my spouse Transfourme me with hym both bodye sowle and than shall I the better tarry for the cummynge of deathe Lete me dye that I maye lyue with hym For there is nō that can helpe me onles it be thu only O my sauer through faythe I am planted and ioyned with the. O what vnyon is thys syth that through faythe I am sure of the. And I maye call the father brother sonne and husbande O what giftes thu dost gyue by the goodenesse of those names O my father what paternyte O my brother what fraternyte O my chylde what dylectyon O my spouse what coniunctyon is thys Father full of humylyte Brother hauynge our symylytude Sōne engendered through faythe loue Husbande louynge and releuynge in allextr●myte But whom doist thu loue Alas is is she whom thu hast with drawen from the snare wherin through malyce she was bounde and put her in place name and offyce of a doughter syster mother and wyfe O my sauer the same is a great sauoure of swetnesse ryght plesaūt and dylectable whan a man after the hearynge of thy worde shall call the without feare hys father brother chylde spouse I in hearynge that worde do perceyue my selfe to be called there thy mother syster doughter spouse Alas the sowle whych doth fynde suche swetnesse maye consume and burne for loue Is there any loue onles it be thys bnt it hath some euyll condycyon Is there anye pleasure to be herto estemed Is there any honoure bu● maye be accompted shame to thys compared Yea is there any profyte equall to thys More ouer to conclude it breuely Is there any thynge that I coulde more ernestly loue Alas no. For he that vnfaynedly loueth God reputeth all these thynges worldly of lesse value than the d●̄ge hylle Pleasure profyte honoure of thys worlde are all but vayne tryfles vnto hym whych hath founde God Suche loue is so profytable honourable abundaunt that I dare saye she only suffyseth the harte of a godly man and yeldeth hym so content that he neuer desyreth or

so far fourth as I can perceyue I haue no hope of socour but through the grace of God that I can not deserue whych maye rayse euery one from deathe By hys bryghtnesse he geueth lyght to darkenesse And hys power examynynge my faulte doth breake all the vayle of ignoraunce and geueth me clere vnderstādynge not only that thys cometh of me but also what thynge abydeth in me Where I am and wherfor I do laboure Who he is whom I haue offended to whom I ded obeye so seldome Therfor it is cōuenyent that my pryde be suppressyd And humbly with wepynge harte I do confesse that I am moch lesse thā nothynge before my byrth myer after a dungehyll a body prompte to all euyll not wyllynge other stodye also subiect to care sorowe and payne A short lyfe and th ende vncertayne The whych vndre synne by Adam is solde and by the lawe iudged to be damnyd For I had neuer the power to obserue one only cōmaundemente of God I do fele the strength of synne in me therfor is my synne no whyt the lesse to be hydden And the more he is dyssembled outwardly so moche the more he encreasyth within the harte That whych God wyll I can not wyll and what he wolde not I ofte tymes desyre to perfourme Whych thynge doth constrayne me by importable sorowe to Wyshe th ende of thys myserable bodye through desyred death bycause of my werye ragynge life Who shall be he than that shall delyuer and recouer suche good for me Alas it can not be a mortall man for hys power and strength is not suche but it shall be the only good grace of the almyghty God whych is neuer slacke to preuent vs with hys mercye O what a master is that with our deseruynge any goodnesse of hym I serued hym slouthfully and without ceasynge offended hym euery daye yet is he not slacke in helpynge me He doth se the euyll that I haue what and how moche it is and that of my selfe I can do nothynge that good is but with hart and body so enclyned am I to the contrarye that I feale no strength in me onles it be for to do euyll He doth not tarry tyll I humbly praye hym or that seynge my helle dāpnacyon I do crye vpō hym For with hys sprete he maketh a waylynge in my harte greatter than I can declare whych asketh the gyfte wherof the vertu is vnknowen to my lytele power And thys the same vnknowne syghte doth brynge me a newe desyre shewynge the good that I haue lost by my synne gyuē me agayne through hys grace boūtye that whych hath ouercomē all synne O my lorde what grace and goodnesse is thys whych doth put out so manye synnes Now maye we se that thu art full of all godly loue to make me of a synner thy seruaūt chyelde Alas my God I ded not seke the but I fled rāne awaye frō the. And here beneth thu camyst to me whych am nothynge but a worme of the earthe all naked What do I saye worme I do hym wrōge that am so naughtye swarme so full of pryde deceyte malyce treason The promyse whych my fryndes made whā I was baptysed is such that I alwayes through faythe in thy passyō shuld fele the mortyfycacyō of my fleshe dwelle alwayes with the ī the crosse where thu wert fast nayled as I beleue and yelded death dead as I also shuld yelde all synne Thys haue I often tymes taken downe agayne vntyed and set at large I haue broken denyed and falsyfyed my promyse through pryde I haue lyft vp my wyll in suche a maner that through slouth my dewtye towardes the was forgoten And that moche more is as wele the profyte or value of thy promyse whych I had of the in the daye of my baptysme as also thy sauynge loue and promyses folowynge I haue all alyke neglected What shall I saye more Albeit that often tymes thu perceyuynge me wretched and vnhappye hast geuē me so many warnynges in fayth and in sacramētes admonyshynge me by preachynges and confortynge me by the recayuynge of thy worthye bodye and sacred bloude promysynge also to put me in the nombre of them that are now adourned with perfyght innocencye Yet haue I all these hygh benefyghtes throwne into forgetfullnesse Often tymes haue I with the broken couenaunte Aud partly for that my poore sowle was to moche fed with euyll breade or dāpnable doctryne of hypocrytes I despysed such socoure and ghostly physyck in Gods worde as wolde haue holpe me And if I had bene wyllynge to loke for it yet knewe I at that tyme no teachers cōuenyent For there is neyther man saynte nor Angell for whome the harte of a synner without thy sprete wyll change Alas good Iesus thu beholdynge my blyndenesse and that at my neade I coulde haue no socour of men dedyst open the waye of my saluacyon O how great is the goodnesse and how inestymable the swetnesse whych thu hast shewed therin Is there any father so naturall to the daughter or brother to the syster whych wolde euer haue done as he hath done For he came into the helle to socour my sowle where agaynst hys wyll she was intendynge to haue peryshed because she ded not loue Alas swete lorde thn hast loued her yea to the very outshedynge of thy most precyouse bloude O charyte feruent and incōparable Not slacke art thu in loue that so louest euery synner yea and also thyne enemyes not only in forgeuynge their offences but also in geuynge thy selfe for their saluacyon lybertie and delyueraunce to the death crosse trauayle payne and sufferaunce Whan I cast in mynde what shnlde be the occasyō of thy loue towardes me I can se nothynge els but a loue wonderfull whych moueth th● to geue me that I can not deserue Than my God as farre fourth as I can se I ought to geue no thākes for my saluacyon but only vnto the to whome I owe the prayse ther of as to hym whych is my sauyour creatoure What a thynge is it that thu hast done so moche for me Thu art not only contented to haue forgyuen me my synnes but also hast gyuē vnto me the ryght fortunate gifte of grace For it shulde snffyse me I cōmynge out of suche a daunger to be lyke a straunger vsed But thu dost handle my sowle if I durst so saye it as a mother daughter syster and wyfe I lorde I am the trespaser whych am not worthy to come nere the dore of thy ryght hygh place to aske breade where thy dwellynge is O what grace is thys that so sodenly thu vouchesauyst to drawe my sowle in to suche hyghnesse that she felyth herselfe ruler of my bodye She poore ignoraunte and lame doth fynde her selfe wyth the ryche wyse and stronge because thu hast written in her harte the roote of thy sprete

and loued of the as thyne owne sowle Shall I tell the truthe Yea. I haue lefte the forgoten the ranne awaye from the. I ded leaue the forto go at my vayne pleasure I forsoke the and chose other Yea I refused the the welsprynge of all goodnesse and faythfull promyse I ded leaue the. But whyther went I Into a place where nothynge was but cursednesse I haue lefte the my trusty frynde and louer worthy to be loued aboue all other I haue put the asyde o welsprynge of all helthe somnesse by myne owne wretched wyll Yea I haue forsaken the full of bewtie goodnesse wysdom and power sought to withdrawe me from thy loue I haue accepted thy great enemyes that is the deuyll the worlde and the fleshe agaynst whōe thu faughtest so sore on the crosse to ouercome for my sake to set me at lyberte whych was by thē of lōge tyme a prysoner slaue And so bounde that no man coulde cause me to humble my felfe And as for the loue charyte that I shulde haue had towardes the they ded quēche it so that the name of Iesus my husbāde whych before I had founde so swete was to me tedyouse hatefull So that often tymes I ded iest at it And if any man I hearynge a sermon had sayd vnto me the preacher sayth wele I wolde afferme it but the worde went awaye from me as a fether doth in the wynde I went neuer yet to the preachynge but for maner only All my dedes were playne hypocresye for my mynde was in other places I was anoyed whan I hearde speake of the for I was more wyllynge to go at my pleasure Now breuely to conclude All that thu dedyst forbyd me I fulfylled all that thu cōmaūdedyst me to do I ded eschewe And thys was the cause my God I ded not loue the. But yet lorde for all thys that I ded hate the and forsake the ranne awaye from the betrayed the shulde I geue thy place to an other Or hast thu suffered that I shulde be mocked eyther yet beatē or kylled Hast thu put me in darke pryson or bannyshed me for euer settynge nought by me Hast thu taken awaye thy gyftes agayne from me and precyouse iewels to ponnysh me for my vnfaythfull frutes Haue I lost my ioynter whych thu promysedyst me through my offēce agaynst the Am I accused by the afore the eternall father for a naughty woman Yea hast thu forbyd me thy presēce as I deserued that I shulde neuer apere in thy howse O most true husbāde pure perfyght frynde the most louynge yet amonge all good louers Alas thu hast done otherwyse For thu soughtest for me dylygenly whan I was goynge into the most depe place of helle where all the euyls are done Whan I was fardest from the both in harte and mynde clerlye out of the true waye Than dedyst thu louynglye call me backe saynge My dere doughter harken and se and bowe thy hearynge towardes me Forget that straunge nacyon to whom thu dedyst ronne awaye and also the house of thyne olde father where thu hast dwelled so longe Than shall the kynge full of all faythfulnesse desyre thy bewtie But whan thu sawest that thy swete gracyouse callynge ded not profyteme than be gannyst thu to crye lowder Come vnto me all yow whych are wearyly loaden with laboure for I am he that shall plenteously refreshe yow and feade yow with my breade of lyfe Alas vnto all these swete wordes wolde I not harken For I doubted whether it were thu or els a fabyllouse writynge that so sayde For I was so folyshe that without loue I ded reade thy worde I consydered not wele the comparyson of the vyneyearde whych brought fourth thornes bryers in stede of good frute that it sygnyfyed me whych had so done I knowe it wele ynough th●t whan thu dedyst call the baren wyfe saynge Returne Sulamyte All thys dedyst thu speake that I. shulde forsake my synne And of all these wordes ded I as though I had vnderstande neuer a whytt But whan I ded peruse Hieremy the prophete I confesse that I had in there adynge therof feare in my harte and bashefulnesse in my face I wyll tell it yea with teares in myne eyes and all for thy honoure and to suppresse my pryde Thu hast sayde by that holy prophete if a woman hath offended her husbande and is so left of hym for goynge a straye with other Namely if he therupō refuseth her for euer is she not to be estemed poluted and of no value The lawe doth consente to put her in the hādes of iustyce or to dryue her awaye so neuer to se her or to take her agayne Thu hast made the sepracyon from my bedde sayth he vnto me placed foren louers in my roume commyttynge with them fornycacyon Yet for all thys thu maystreturne vnto me agayne For I wyll not alwayes be āgrye agaynst the. Lyfte vp thyne eyes loke aboute the on euery syde Thā shalte thu we le se i●to what place thy synne hath led the how thou lyest downe in the earthe O poore sowle loke where thy synne hath put the. Euen vpon the hygh wayes where thu dedyst wayte and tarrye for to begyle thē that came by euen as a these doth whych is hydden in the wyldernesse Therfor thu in fulfyllynge thy wicked pleasure hast with fornycacyon infected all the earthe whych was aboute the. Thyne eye thy fore heade and thy face haue loste all their honest good maner For they were suche as an harlot hath and yet thu haddest no shame of thy synne And the surplus that Hieremy sayth constrayneth me to knowe my wretched lyfe to wyshe with sorowfull syghes the houre the daye the moneth the tyme and the yeare that I ded leaue it yeldynge my selfe condempned and worthy to be for euer in the euerlastynge fyre The same feare whych doth not of me but of the procede and ex●●adeth many of thy other gyftes put me rather in hope than dyspayre as often as I ded remembre my synne For as sone as thu knewest my wyll bowynge vndre thy obedyence than puttynge in me a lyuely fayth thu dedyst vse great clemencye So that after I knewe the to be that lorde master and kynge whom I ought to haue feared Than foūde I my feare not quenched but mixed with loue beleuynge that thu wert so gracyouse gentyll and swete so pytiefull an husbande that I whych shulde rather haue hydde me than to haue shewed my selfe was not than in feare to go fourth and to loke for the. And in so sekynge I founde the. But what dedyst thu than Hast thu refused me Alas my God no but rather hast excused me Hast thu turned thy face from me No for thyne eye so swete ded penetrate my harte woūdynge it almost to the deathe and geuynge me