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A16777
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The passions of the spirit
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Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?
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beeleeue him And for his goodnesse with my sinnes did grieue him I saw him faultlesse yet I did offend him I saw him wronged and yet did not excuse him I saw his foes yet sought not to defend him I had his blessings yet I did abuse him But was it mine or any others deed Whos 's ere it was it makes my heart to bleed To see the feete that traueld for our good To see the hands that brake the liuely bread To see the head whereon our honour stood To see the fruit where on our spirits fed These feet hands bored and his head all bleeding Who doth not dye with such a sorrow reading Hee plaest all rest yet had no resting place Hee healed each paine yet liud in sore distresse Deserud all good yet driuen to great disgrace Gaue all hearts ioy himselfe in heauinesse Suffered them liue by whome himselfe was slaine Lord who can liue to see such loue againe A Virgins childe by vertuous power conceiued A harmelesse man that liu'd for all mens good A faithfull friend that neuer faith deceiued A heauenly frute for heart especiall food A spirit all of excellence diuine Such is the essence of this loue of myne Whose Mansion heauen yet lay within a manger Who gaue all food yet suckt a virgins breast Who could haue kild yet fled a threatned danger who sought our quiet by his owne vnrest who dyed for them which highly did offend him And liues for them which can not comprehend him Who came no further then his father sent him Who did fullfill but what he did cōmand him Who praid for them that proudly did torment him For telling truth to what they did demand him Who did all good that humbly did intreat him And bare their blowes that did vnkindly beat him A sweet phisition for the body crased A heauenly medison for the minde diseased A present comfort for the wits amased A ioyfull spirit for the soule displeased The bodie minde wit and spirits ioye What is the world without him but annoy Hee knew the sicknesse that our soules infected And that his blood must onely bee our cure When so our faith his sacred loue affected that for our liues hee would a death indure Hee knew his passion yet his patience bare it Oh how my soule doth sorrow to declare it Hee heald the sick gaue sight vnto the blinde Speach to the dum and made the lame to goe Vnto his loue hee neuer was vnkinde Hee loued his friend and hee forgaue his foe And last his death for our loue not refused What soule could liue to see such loue misused To note his words what wisdome they containe To note his wisdome of all worth the wonder To note his works what glory they doe gaine To note his worth world heauen and earth come vnder To note the glory that his Angells giue him Fie that the world to such disgrace should driue him Vnseene hee came hee might bee seene vnto vs Vnwelcome seemd that came for all our wealth Hee came to die that hee might comfort doe vs VVee slew the subiect of our spirts health The subiect no the king of all our glory VVeep heart to death to tell this dolefull story A Lyon where his force should bee affected And yet a Lamb in mildnesse of his loue As true as Turtle to his loue elected Sure as mount Sion that can neuer moue So milde a strength and so fast truth to proue VVhat soule can liue and lack so sweet a loue Hee preacht hee praid hee fasted and hee wept The sweet creator for his sinfull creature The carefull watch full warely hee kept That brake the neck euen of their foulest nature And when hee did to happie state restore vs Shall wee not weepe that hee may not abhor vs To hate a loue must argue lothsome nature To wrong a friend must proue too foule a deede To kill thy selfe will shew a curssed creature To slay the soule no more damnation neede Then spoyle the fruit whereon the spirit feedeth O what a hell within the soule it breedeth Hee thought no ill but only did all good Hee gaue all right and yet all wrong receiued The fiends temptation strongly hee withstood Yet let himselfe by sinners bee deceiued And see at last when he was woe-be-gone him The traytorous world did tyranize vpon him His faultlesse members nayled on the crosse His holy head was crowned all with thornes His garments giuen by lots to gaine our losse His power derided all with scoffes and skornes His body wounded and his spirit vexed To thinke on this what soule is not perplexed Poore Peter wept when hee his name denied And Mary Magdalen wept for hir offence His mother wept when shee his death espied But yet no teares could stand for his defence But if these wept to see his wofull case Why die not I to think of his disgrace Happie was hee that suffered death so ny him That at his end repentance might behould him Twise happie life that did in loue so trie him As to his faith such fauour did vnsould him As crauing comfort but in mercies eyes That selfe same day did liue in Paradise Would I had beene ordaind to such a death To die with him to liue with him for euer And from the aire but of this blessed breath To suck the life whose loue might faile me neuer And drinck of that sweet spring that neuer wasteth And feede of that lifes bread that euer lasteth Oh would my soule were made a sen of teares Myne eies might wake and neuer more be sleeping My heart may beare the paines all pleasure weares So I might see him once yet in my weeping When ioyfull voice this song might neuer cease My Sauiours sight hath set my soule in peace Should I esteeme of any worldly toy That might beehould the height of such a treasure Could I bee Iudas to my chiefest ioy To gaine possession of a gracelesse pleasure No could my soule in comfort once conceiue him I hope his mercy would not let mee leaue him Blest was the fish that but the figure swallowed Of my sweet Iesus but in Ionas name More blessed tombe by that sweet body hallowed From whence the ground of all our glory came Might not my soule bee sooner in a wish Would I were such a tombe or such a fish But Ionas left the sea and came to land And Iesus from the earth to heauen ascended Why should I then vpon more wishes stand But cry for mercy where I haue offended And say my soule vnworthy is the place Euer to see my Sauiour in the face Yet let mee not despaire of my desire Although euen hell doe answere my desert Where humble hope that pittie doth aspire Proues penitencie the pacyfiing part Where mercy sweet that sees my soules behauiour May graunt mee grace to see and serue my Sauiour Whome till I see in sorrowes endlesse anguish All discontent with all that I can see Resolud in soule in sorrowes
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