that rich flame Which writes thy spouse's radiant Name Vpon the roof of Heau'n where ay It shines with a soueraign ray Beates bright vpon the burning faces Of soules which in that name 's sweet graces Find euerlasting smiles So rare So spirituall pure fair Must be th' immortall instrument Vpon whose choice point shall be sent A life so lou'd And that there be Fitt executioners for Thee The fair'st first-born sons of fire Blest SERAPHIM shall leaue their quire And turn loue's souldiers vpon THEE To exercise their archerie O how oft shalt thou complain Of a sweet subtle PAIN Of intolerable IOYES Of a DEATH in which who dyes Loues his death and dyes agâ—in And would for euer so be slain And liues dyes and knowes not why To liue But that he thus may neuer leaue to DY How kindly will thy gentle HEART Kisse the sweettly-killing DART And close in his embraces keep Those delicious Wounds that weep Balsom to heal themselues with thus When These thy DEATHS so numerous Shall all at lâ—st dy into one And melt thy Soul's sweet mansion Like a soft lump of incense hasted By too hott a fire wasted Into perfuming clouds so fast Shalt thou exhale to Heaun at last In a resoluing SIGH and then O what Ask not the Tongues of men Angells cannot tell suffice Thy selfe shall feel thine own full ioyes And hold them fast for euer there So soon as you first appear The MOON of maiden starrs thy white MISTRESSE attended by such bright Soules as thy shining self shall come And in her first rankes make thee room Where mongst her snowy family Immortall well comes wait for thee O what delight when reueal'd LIEF shall stand And teach thy lipps heau'n with his hand On which thou now maist to thy wishes Heap vp thy consecrated kisses What ioyes shall seize thy soul when she Bending her blessed eyes on thee Those second Smiles of Heau'n shall dart Her mild rayes through thy melting heart Angels thy old freinds there shall greet thee Glad at their own home now to meet thee All thy good WORKES which went before And waited for thee at the door Shall own thee there and all in one Weâ—ue a constellation Of CROWNS with which the KING thy spouse Shall build vp thy triumphant browes All thy old woes shall now smile on thee And thy paines siâ—t bright vpon thee All thy SVFFRINGS be diuine TEARES shall take comfort turn gemms And WRONGS repent to Diâ—demms Eu'n thy DEATH shall liue new Dresse the soul that erst they slew Thy wounds shall blush to such bright scarres As keep account of the LAMB's warres Those rare WORKES where thou shalt leaue writt Loue's noble history with witt Taught thee by none but him while here They feed our soules shall cloth THINE there Each heaunly word by whose hid flame Our hard Hearts shâ—ll strike fire the same Shall flourish on thy browes be Both fire to vs flame to thee Whose light shall liue bright in thy FACE By glory in our hearts by grace Thou shalt look round about see Thousands of crown'd Soules throng to be Themselues thy crown Sons of thy vowes The virgin-births with which thy soueraign spouse Made fruitfull thy fair soul goe now And with them all about thee bow To Him put on hee 'l say put on My rosy loue That thy rich zone Sparkling with the sacred flames Of thousand soules whose happy names Heau'n keep vpon thy score Thy bright Life brought them first to kisse the light That kindled them to starrs and so Thou with the LAMB thy lord shalt goe And whereso'ere he setts his white Stepps walk with HIM those wayes of light Which who in death would liue to see Must learn in life to dy like thee AN APOLOGIE FOR THE FORE-GOING HYMEN as hauing been writt when the author was yet among the protestantes THus haue I back again to thy bright name Fair floud of holy fires transfus'd the flame I took from reading thee t is to thy wrong I know that in my weak worthlesse song Thou here art sett to shine where thy full day Scarse dawnes O pardon if I dare to say Thine own dear bookes are guilty For from thence I learn't to know that loue is eloquence That hopefull maxime gaue me hart to try If what to other tongues is tun'd so high Thy praise might not speak English too forbid By all thy mysteryes that here ly hidde Forbid it mighty Loue let no fond Hate Of names wordes so farr praeiudicate Souls are not SPANIARDS too one freindly floud Of BAPTISM blends them all into a blood CHRIST's faith makes but one body of all soules And loue 's that body's soul no law controwlls Our free traffique for heau'n we may maintaine Peace sure with piety though it come from SPAIN What soul so e're in any language can Speak heau'n like her's is my souls country-man O'tis not spanish but'tis heau'n she speaks 'T is heau'n that lyes in ambush there breâ—ks From thence into the wondring reader's brest Who feels his warm HEART into a nest Of little EAGLES young loues whose high Fliâ—hts scorn the lazy dust things that dy There are now whose draughts as deep as hell drink vpâ—l SPAIN in sack Let my soul swell With thee strong wine of loue let others swimme In puddles wâ— wâ—ll pledge this SERAPHIM Bâ—wles full of richer blood then blush of grape Wâ—s euer guilty of Change we too 'our shape My soul Some drink from men to beasts o then Drink we till we proue more nor lesse then men ' And turn not beasts but Angels Let the king Me euer into these his cellars bring Where flowes such wine as we can haue of none But HIM who trod the wine presse all alone Wine of youth life the sweet Deaths of loue Wâ—ne of immortall mixture which can proue Iâ—'â— Tincture from the rosy nectar wine That can exâ—l weak EARTH so refine Oâ—r dust that at one draught mortality May drink it self vp and forget to dy THE FLAMING HEART VPON THE BOOK AND Picture of the seraphicall saint TERESA AS SHE IS VSVALLY EXpressed with a SERAPHIM biside her WEll meaning readers you that come as freinds And catch the pretious name this peice pretends Make not too much hast to'admire That fair-cheek't fallacy of fire That is a SERAPHIM they say And this the great TERESIA Readers be rul'd by me make Here a well-plac't wise mistake You must transpose the picture quite And spell it wrong to read it right Read HIM for her her for him And call the SAINT the SERAPHIM Paâ—nter what didst thou vnderstand To put her dart into his hand See euen the yeares size of him Shâ—wes this the mother SERAPHIM This is the mistresse flame duteous he Her happy fire-works here comes down to see O most poor-spirited of men Had thy cold Pencil kist her PEN
one soft Brest While with a faithfull mutuall floud Her eyes bleed TEARES his wounds weep BLOOD III. O costly intercourse Of deaths worse Diuided loues While son mother Discourse alternate wounds to one another Quick Deaths that grow And gather as they come goe His Nailes write swords in her which soon her heart Payes back with more then their own smart Her SWORDS still growingt with his pain Turn SPEARES straight come home again IV. She sees her son her GOD Bow with à load Of borrowd sins And swimme In woes that were not made for Him Ah hard command Of loue Here must she stand Charg'd to look on with à stedfast ey See her life dy Leauing her only so much Breath As serues to keep aliue her death V. O Mother turtle-doue Soft sourse of loue That these dry lidds might borrow Somthing from thy full Seas of sorrow O in that brest Of thine the nobest nest Both of loue's fires flouds might I recline This hard cold Heart of mine The chill lump would relent proue Soft subject for the seige of loue VI O teach those wounds to bleed In me me so to read This book of loues thus writ In lines of death my life may coppy it With loyall cares O let me here claim shares Yeild somthing in thy sad praerogatiue Great Queen of greifes giue Me too my teares who though all stone Think much that thou shouldst mourn alone VII Yea let my life me Fix here with thee And at the Humble foot Of this fair TREE take our etertall root That so we may At least be in loues way And in these chast warres while the wing'd wounds flee So fast'twixt him thee My brest may catch the kisse of some kind dart Though as at second hand from either heart VIII O you your own best Darts Dear dolefull hearts Hail strike home make me see That wounded bosomes their own weapons be Come wounds come darts Nail'd hands peirced hearts Come your whole selues sorrow's great son mother Nor grudge à vonger-Brother Of greifes his portion who had all their due One single wound should not haue left for you IX Shall I sett there So deep a share Dear wounds onely now In sorrows draw no Diuidend with you O be more wise Is not more soft mine eyes Flow tardy founts into decent showres Dissolue my Dayes Howres And if thou yet faint soul deferr To bleed with him fail not to weep with her X. Rich Queen lend some releife At least an almes of greif To'a heart who by sad right of sin Could proue the whole sūme too sure due to him By all those stings Of loue sweet bitter things Which these torn hands transcrib'd on thy true heart O teach mine too the art To study him so till we mix Wounds and become one crucifix XI O let me suck the wine So long of this chast vine Till drunk of the dear wounds I be A lost Thing to the world as it to me O faithfull freind Of me of my end Fold vp my life in loue and lay 't beneath My dear lord's vitall death Lo heart thy hope 's whole Plea Her pretious Breath Powr'd out in prayrs for thee thy lord 's in death VPON THE BLEEDING CRVCIFIX A SONG I. IEsu no more It is full tide From thy head from thy feet From thy hands from thy side All the purple Riuers meet II. What need thy fair head bear a part In showres as if thine eyes had none What need They help to drown thy heart That striues in torrents of it's own III. Thy restlesse feet now cannot goe For vs our eternall good As they were euer wont What though They swimme Alas in their own floud IV. Thy hands to giue thou canst not lift Yet will thy hand still giuing be It giues but ô it self 's the gift It giues though bound though bound'tis free V. But ô thy side thy deep-digg'd side That hath a double Nilus going Nor euer was the pharian tide Half so fruitfull half so flowing VI No hair so small but payes his riuer To this red sea of thy blood Their little channells can deliuer Somthing to the Generall floud VII But while I speak whither are run All the riuers nam'd before I counted wrong There is but one But ô that one is one all ore VIII Rain-swoln riuers may rise proud Bent all to drown ouerflow But when indeed all 's ouerflow'd They themselues are drowned too IX This thy blood's deluge a dire chance Dear LORD to thee to vs is found A deluge of Deliuerance A deluge least we should be drown'd N'ere wast thou in a sense so sadly true The WELL of liuing WATERS Lord till now VPON THE CROWNE OF THORNS TAKEN DOWNE From the head of our Bl. LORD all Bloody KNow'st thou This Souldier 'T is à much-chang'd plant which yet Thy selfe didst sett O who so hard a Husbandman did euer find A soile so kind Is not the soile a kind one which returnes Roses for Thrones VPON THE BODY OF OVR BL. LORD NAKED AND BLOODY THey ' haue left thee naked LORD O that they had This garment too I would they had deny'd Thee with thy self they haue too richly clad Opening the purple wardrobe in thy side O neuer could there be garment too good For thee to wear But this of thine own Blood THE HYMN OF SANITE THOMAS IN ADORATION OF THE BLESSED SACRAMENT Ecce panis angelorū ADORO TE WIth all the powres my poor Heart hath Of humble loue loyall Faith Thus lowe my hidden life I bow to thee Whom too much loue hath bow'd more low for me Down down proud sense Discourses dy Keep close my soul 's inquiring ey Nor touch nor tast must look for more But each sitt still in his own Dore Your ports are all superfluous here Saue That which lets in faith the eare Faith is my skill Faith can beleiue As fast as loue new lawes can giue Faith is my force Faith strength affords To keep pace with those powrfull words And words more sure more sweet then they Loue could not think truth could not say O let thy wretch find that releife Thou didst afford the faithfull theife Plead for me loue Alleage show That faith has farther here to goe And lesse to lean on Because than Though hidd as GOD wounds writt thee man Thomas might touch None but might see At least the suffring side of thee And that too was thy self which thee did couer But here eu'n That 's hid too which hides the other Sweet consider then that I Though allow'd not hand nor eye To reach at thy lou'd Face nor can Tast thee GOD or touch thee MAN Both yet beleiue And wittnesse thee My LORD too my GOD as lowd as He. Help lord my Hope increase And fill my portion in thy peace Giue loue for life nor let my dayes Grow but in new
FATHER in the vnity of the HOLY GHOST one GOD world without end Amen THE THIRD The Versicle Lord by thy sweet sauing SIGN The Responsor Defend vs from our foes thine ℣ Thou shalt open ℟ And my mouth ℣ O GOD make speed ℟ O LORD make hast ℣ Glory be to ℟ As it was in the THE HYMN The Third hour's deafen'd with the cry Of crucify him crucify So goes the vote nor ask them Why Liue Barabbas let GOD dy But there is witt in wrath and they will try A HAIL more cruell them their crucify For while in sport he weares a spitefull crown The serious showres along his decent Face run sadly down The Antiphona CHRIST when he dy'd Deceiud the CROSSE And on death's side Threw all the losse The captiue world awak't found The prisoners loose the Ialyor bound The Versicle Lo we adore thee Dread LAMB fall thus low before thee The Responsor 'Cause by the conuenant of thy CROSSE Thou' hast sau'd at once the whole word'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 and 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 vorld without end Amen THE SIXT The Versicle Lord by thy sweet sauing SIGN The Responsor Defend vs from our foes thine ℣ Thou shalt open ℟ And my mouth ℣ O GOD make speed ℟ O LORD make hast ℣ Glory be ℟ As it was in THE HIMN NOw is The noon of sorrow's night High in his patience as their spite Lo the faint LAMB with weary limb Beares that huge tree which must bear Him That fatall plant so great of fame For fruit of sorrow of shame Shall swell with both for HIM mix All woes into one CRVCIFIX Is tortur'd Thirst it selfe too sweet a cup GALL more bitter mocks shall make it vp Are NAILES blunt pens of superficiall smart Contempt scorn can send sure wounds to search the inmost Heart The Antiphona O deare sweet Dispute 'Twixt death's Loue 's farr different FRVIT Different as farr As antidotes poysons are By that first fatall TREE Both life liberty Were soldand slain By this they both look vp liue again The Versicle Lo we adore thee Dread LAMB bow thus low before thee The Responsor 'Cause by the conuenant of thy CROSSE Thou' hast sau'd the world from certain 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 THE NINTH The Versicle Lord by thy sweet sauing SIGN The Responsor Defend vs from our foes thine ℣ Thou shalt open ℟ And my mouth ℣ O GOD make speed ℟ O LORD make hast Glory be to As it was in THE HYMN THe ninth with awfull horror hearkened to those groanes Which taught attention eu'n to rocks stones Hear FATHER hear thy LAMB at last complaines Of some more painfull thing then all his paines Then bowes his all-obedient head dyes His own lou's our sin 's GREAT SACRIFICE The sun saw That And would haue seen no more The center shook Her vselesse veil th' in glorious Temple tore The Antiphona O strange mysterious strife Of open DEATH hidden LIFE When on the crosse my king did bleed LIFE seem'd to dy DEATH dy'd indeed The Versicle Lo we adore thee Deard LAMB and fall thus low before thee The Responsor 'Cause by the conuenant of thy CROSSE Thou' hast sau'd at once the whole word'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 and 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 EVENSONG The Versicle Lord by thy sweet sauing SIGN The Responsor Defend vs from our foes thine ℣ Thou shalt open ℟ And my mouth ℣ O GOD make speed ℟ O LORD make hast ℣ Glory be to ℟ As it was in the THE HYMN BVt there were Rocks would nor relent at This Lo for their own hearts they rend his Their deadly hate liues still hath A wild reserue of wanton wrath Superfluous SPEAR But there 's à HEART stands by Will look no wounds be lost no deaths shall dy Gather now thy Greif's ripe FRVIT Great mother-maid Then sitt thee down sing thine Eu'niong in the sad TREE's shade The Antiphona O sad sweet TREE Wofull ioyfull we Both weep sing in shade of thee When the dear NAILES did lock And graft into thy gracious Stock The hope the health The worth the wealth Of all the ransom'd WORLD thou hadst the power In that propitious Hour To poise each pretious limb And proue how light the World was when it weighd with HIM Wide maist thou spred Thine Armes And with thy bright blisfull head O'relook all Libanus Thy lofty crown The king himself is Thou his humble THRONS Where yeilding yet conquering he Prou'd a new path of patient Victory When wondring death by death was slain And our Captiuity his Captiue ta'ne The Versicle Lo we adore thee Dread LAMB bow thus low before thee The Responsor 'Cause by the conuenant of thy CROSSE Thou' hast sau'd the world from certain losse The Prayer O lord IESV-CHRIST son of the liuing c. 42. COMPLINE The Versicle Lord by thy sweet sauing SIGN The Responsor Defend vs from our foes thine ℣ Thou shalt open ℟ And my mouth ℣ O GOD make speed ℟ O LORD make hast ℣ Glory be ℟ As it was in THE HIMN THe Complin hour comes last to call Vs to our own LIVE's funerall Ah hartlesse task yet hope takes head And liues in Him that here lyes dead Run MARY run Bring hither all the BLEST ARABIA for thy Royall Phoenix'nest Pour on thy noblest sweets Which when they touch This sweeter BODY shall indeed be such But must thy bed lord be a borow'd graue Who lend'st to all things All the LIFE they haue O rather vse
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
decently washt O wit of loue that thus could place Fountain Garden in one face O sweet Contest of woes With loues of teares with smiles disputing O fair Freindly Foes Each other kissing confuting While rain sunshine Cheekes Eyes Close in kind contrarietyes XVII But can these fair Flouds be Freinds with the bosom fires that fill you Can so great flames agree Aeternall Teares should thus distill thee O flouds o fires o suns ô showres Mixt made freinds by loue's sweet powres XVIII T was his well-pointed dart That digg'd these wells drest this wine And taught the wounded HEART The way into these weeping Eyn Vain loues auant bold hands forbear The lamb hath dipp't his white foot here XIX And now where're he strayes Among the Galilean mountaines Or more vnwellcome wayes He 's follow'd by two faithfull fountaines Two walking baths two weeping motions Portable compendious oceans XX O Thou thy lord's fair store In thy so rich rare expenses Euen when he show'd most poor He might prouoke the wealth of Princes What Prince's wanton'st pride e're could Wash with Syluer wipe with Gold XXI Who is that King but he Who calls't his Crown to be call'd thine That thus can boast to be Waited on by a wandring mine A voluntary mint that strowes Warm syluer shoures where're he goes XXII O pretious Prodigall Fair spend-thrift of thy self thy meaâ—ure mercilesse loue is all Euen to the last Pearle in thy threasure All places Times obiects be Thy teare's sweet opportunity XXIII Does the day-starre rise Still thy starres doe fall fall Does day close his eyes Still the FOVNTAIN weeps for all Let night or day doe what they will Thou hast thy task thou weepest still XXIV Does thy song lull the air Thy falling teares keep faith full time Does thy sweet-breath'd paire Vp in clouds of incense climb Still at each sigh that is each stop A bead that is A TEAR does drop XXV At these thy weeping gates Watching their watry motion Each winged moment waits Takes his TEAR gets him gone By thine Ey's tinct enobled thus Time layes him vp he 's pretious XXVI Not so long she liued Shall thy tomb report of thee But so long she greiued Thus must we date thy memory Others by moments months yeares Measure their ages thou by TEARES XXVIII So doe perfumes expire So sigh tormented sweets opprest With proud vnpittying fires Such Teares the suffring Rose that 's vext With vngentle flames does shed Sweating in a too warm bed XXVIII Say the bright brothers The fugitiue sons of those fair Eyes Your fruitfull mothers What make you here what hopes can tice You to be born what cause can borrow You from Those nests of noble sorrow XXIX Whither away so â—â—st For sure the sordid â—â—â—th Your Sweetnes cannot taâ—â—â— Nor does the dust deserue their birth 〈◊〉 whither hast you then o say Why you trip so fast away XXX We goe not to seek The darlings of Auroras bed The rose's modest Cheek Nor the violet's humble head Though the Feild's eyes too WEEPERS be Because they want such TEARES as we XXXI Much lesse mean we to trace The Fortune of inferior gemmes Preferr'd to some proud face Or pertch't vpon fear'd Diadems Crown'd Heads are toyes We goe to meet A worthy object our lord's FEET A HYMN TO THE NAME AND HONOR OF THE ADMIRABLE SANITE TERESA FOVNDRESSE of the Reformation of the Discalced CARMELITES both men Women A WOMAN for Angelicall heigth of speculation for Masculine courage of performance more then a woman WHO Yet a child out ran maturity and durst plott a Martyrdome Le Vray portraict de S. te Terese Fondatrice des Religieuses Religieux refermez de l'ordre de N. Dame du mont Carmel Decedee le 4â— Octo. 158â— Canonisee le 12â— Mars 1622. 〈…〉 excudit THE HYMNE LOue thou art Absolute sole lord OF LIFE DEATH To proue the word Wee 'l now appeal to none of all Those thy old Souldiers Great tall Ripe Men of Martyrdom that could reach down With strong armes their triumphant crown Such as could with lusty breath Speak lowd into the face of death Their Great LORD's glorious name to none Of those whose spatious Bosomes spread a throne For LOVE at larg to fill spare blood sweat And see him take a priuate seat Making his mansion in the mild And milky soul of a soft child Scarse has she learn't to lisp the name Of Martyr yet she thinks it shame Life should so long play with that breath Which spent can buy so braue a death She neuer vndertook to know What death with loue should haue to doe Nor has she e're yet vnderstood Why to show loue she should shed blood Yet though she cannot tell you why She can LOVE she can DY Scarse has she Blood enough to make Aguilty sword blush for her sake Yet has she'a HEART dares hope to proue How much lesse strong is DEATH then LOVE Be loue but there let poor six yeares Be pos'd with the maturest Feares Man trembles at you staight shall find LOVE knowes no nonage nor the MIND 'T is LOVE not YEARES or LIMBS that can Make the Martyr or the man LOVE touch't her HEART lo it beates High burnes with such braue heates Such thirsts to dy as dares drink vp A thousand cold deaths in one cup Good reason For she breathes All fire Her what brest heaues with strong desire Of what she may with fruitles wishes Seek for amongst her MOTHER's hisles Since 't is not to be had at home She 'l trauail to à Maryrdom No home for hers confesses she But where she may à Martyr be Sh'el to the Moores And trade with them For this vnualued Diadâ—m She 'l offer them her dearest Breath With CHRIST's Name in 't in change for death Sh'el bargain with them will giue Them GOD teach them how to liue In him or if they this deny For him she 'l teach them how to DY So shall she leaue amongst them sown Her LORD's Blood or at lest her own FAREWEL then all the world Adieu TERESA is no more for you Farewell all pleasures sports ioyes Neuer till now esteemed toyes MOTHER's armes or FATHER's knee Farewell house farewell home SHE 's for the Moores MARTYRDOM SWEET not so fast lo thy fair Spouse Whom thou seekst with so swift vowes Calls thee back bidds thee come T' embrace a milder MARTYRDOM Blest powres forbid Thy tender life Should bleed vpon a barborous knife Or some base hand haue power to race Thy Brest 's chast cabmet vncase A soul kept there so sweet ô no Wise heaun will neuer haue it so THOV art love's victime must dy A death more mysticall high Into loue 's armes thou shalt let fall A still-suruiuing funerall His is the DART must make the DEATH Whose stroke shall tast thy hallow'd breath A Dart thrice dip't in