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
Thou couldst not so vnkindly err To show vs This faint shade for HER Why man this speakes pure mortall frame And mockes with female FROST loue's manly flame One would suspect thou meant'st to print Some weak inferiour woman saint But had thy pale-fac't purple took Fire from the burning checks of that bright Booke Thou wouldst on her haue heap't vp all That could be found SERAPHICALL What e're this youth of fire weares fair Rosy fingers radiant hair Glowing cheek glistering wings All those fair flagrant things But before all that fiery DART Had fill'd the Hand of this great HEART Doe then as equall right requires Since HIS the blushes be her 's the fires Resume rectify thy rude design Vndresse thy Seraphim into MINE Redeem this iniury of thy art Giue HIM the vail giue her the dart Giue Him the vail that he may couer The Red cheeks of a riuall'd louer Asham'd that our world now can show Nests of new Seraphims here below Giue her the DART for it is she Fair youth shootes both thy shaft THEE Say all ye wise well-peire't hearts That liue dy amidst her darts What is 't your tastfull spirits doe proue In that rare life of Her and loue Say bear wittnes Sends she not A SERAPHIM at euery shott What magazins of immortall ARMES there shine Heaun's great artillery in each loue-spun line Giue then the dart to her who giues the flame Giue him the veil who giues the shame But if it be the frequent fate Of worst faults to be fortunate If all 's praescription proud wrong Hearkens not to an humble song For all the gallantry of him Giue me the suffting SERAPHIM His be the brauery of all those Bright things The glowing cheekes the glistering wings The Rosy hand the radiant DART Leaue HER alone THE FLAMING HEART Leaue her that thou shalt leaue her Not one loose shaft but loue 's whole quiuer For in loue's feild was neuer found A nobler weapon then a WOVND Loue's passiues are his actiu'st part The wounded is the wounding heart O HEART the aequall poise of lou'es both parts Bigge alike with wound darts Liue in these conquering leaues liue all the same And walk through all tongues one triumphant FLAME Liue here great HEART loue and dy kill And bleed wound and yeild conquer still Let this immortall life wherere it comes Walk in a crowd of loues MARTYRDOMES Let mystick DEATHS wait on 't wise soules be The loue-slain wittnesses of this life of thee O sweet incendiary shew here thy art Vpon this carcasse of a hard cold hart Let all thy scatter'd shafts of light that play Among the leaues of thy larg Books of day Combin'd against this BREST at once break in And take away from me my self sin This gratious Robbery shall thy bounty be And my best fortunes such fair spoiles of me O thou vndanted daughter of desires By all thy dowr of LIGHTS FIRES By all the eagle in thee all the doue By all thy liues deaths of loue By thy larg draughts of intellectuall day And by thy thrists of loue more large then they By all thy brim-fill'd Bowles of feirce desire By thy last Morning's draught of liquid fire By the full kingdome of that finall kisse That seiz'd thy parting Soul seal'd thee his By all the heau'ns thou hast in him Fair sister of the SERAPHIM By all of HIM we haue in THEE Leaue nothing of my SELF in me Let me so read thy life that I Vnto all life of mine may dy A SONG LORD when the sense of thy sweet geace Sends vp my soul to seek thy face Thy blessed eyes breed such desire I dy in loue's delicious Fire O loue I am thy SACRIFICE Be still triumphant blessed eyes Still shine on me fair suns that I Still may behold though still I dy Second part Though still I dy I liue again Still longing so to be still slain So gainfull is such losse of breach I dy euen in desire of death Still liue in me this louing strife Of liuing DEATH dying LIFE For while thou sweetly slayest me Dead to my selfe I liue in Thee PRAYER AN ODE WHICH WAS Praefixed to a little Práyer-book giuin to a young GENTLE-WOMAN LO here a little volume but great Book A nest of new-born sweets Whose natiue fires disdaining To ly thus folded complaining Of these ignoble sheets Affect more comly bands Fair one from the kind hands And confidently look To find the rest Of a rich binding in your BREST It is in one choise handfull heauenn all Heaun's Royall host incamp't thus small To proue that true schooles vse to tell Ten thousand Angels in one point can dwell It is loue's great artillery Which here contracts il self comes to ly Close couch't in their white bosom from thence As from a snowy fortresse of defence Against their ghostly foes to take their part And fortify the hold of their chast heart It is an armory of light Let constant vse but keep it bright You 'l find it yeilds To holy hands humble hearts More swords sheilds Then sin hath snares or Hell hath darts Only be sure The hands be pure That hold these weapons the eyes Those of turtles chast true Wakefull wise Here is a freind shall fight for you Hold but this book before their heart Let prayer alone to play his part But ô the heart That studyes this high ART Must be a sure house-keeper And yet no fleeper Dear soul be strong MERCY will come e're long And bring his besom fraught with blessings Flowers of neuer fading graces To make immortall dressings For worthy soules whose wise embraces Store vp themselues for HIM who is alone The SPOVSE of Virgins the Virgin's son But if the noble BRIDEGROOM when he come Shall find the loytering HEART from home Leauing her chast aboad To gadde abroad Among the gay mates of the god of flyes To take her pleasure to play And keep the deuill 's holyday To danceth ' sunshine of some smiling But beguiling Spheares of sweet sugred Lyes Some slippery Pair Of false perhaps as fair Flattering but forswearing eyes Doubtlesse some other heart Will gett the start Mean while stepping in before Will take possession of that sacred store Of hidden sweets holy ioyes WORDS which are not heard with EARES Those tumultuous shops of noise Effectuall wispers whose still voice The soul it selfe more feeles then heares Amorous languishments luminous trances SIGHTS which are not seen with eyes Spirituall soul-peircing glances Whose pure subtil lightning flyes Home to the heart setts the house on fire And melts it down in sweet desire Yet does not stay To ask the windows leaue to passe that way Delicious DEATHS soft exalations Of soul dear diuine annihilations A thousand vnknown rites Of ioyes rarefy'd delights Ahundred thousand goods
powres to thy name praise O dear memoriall of that Death Which liues still allowes vs breath Rich Royall food Bountyfull BREAD Whose vse denyes vs to the dead Whose vitall gust alone can giue The same leaue both to eat liue Liue euer Bread of loues be My life my soul my surer selfe to mee O soft self-wounding Pelican Whose brest weepes Balm for wounded man Ah this way bend thy benign floud To'a bleeding Heart that gaspes for blood That blood whose least drops soueraign be To wash my worlds of sins from me Come loue Come LORD that long day For which I languish come away When this dry soul those eyes shall see And drink the vnseal'd sourse of thee When Glory's sun faith's shades shall chase And for thy veil giue me thy FACE AMEN LAVDA SION SALVATOREM THE HYMN FOR THE BL SACRAMENT I. RIse Royall SION rise sing Thy soul's kind shepheard thy hart 's KING Stretch all thy powres call if you can Harpes of heaun to hands of man This soueraign subject sitts aboue The best ambition of thy loue II. Lo the BREAD of LIEE this day 's Triumphant Text prouokes thy prayse The liuing life-giuing bread To the great twelue distributed When LIFE himself at point to dy Of loue was his own LEGACY III. Come loue let vs work a song Lowd pleasant sweet long Let lippes Hearts lift high the noise Of so iust solemn ioyes Which on his white browes this bright day Shall hence for euer bear away IV. Lo the new LAW of a new LORD With a new Lamb blesses the Board The aged Pascha pleads not yeares But spyes loue's dawn disappeares Types yeild to TRVTHES shades shrink away And their NIGHT dyes into our Day V. But lest THAT dy too we are bid Euer to doe what he once did And by à mindfull mystick breath That we may liue reuiue his DEATH With a well-bles't bread wine Transsum'd taught to turn diuine VI The Heaun-instructed house of FAITH Here a holy Dictate hath That they but lend their Form face Themselues with reuerence leaue their place Nature name to be made good By'a nobler Bread more needfull BLOOD VII Where nature's lawes no leaue will giue Bold FAITH takes heart dares beleiue In different species name not things Himself to me my SAVIOVR brings As meat in That as Drink in this But still in Both one CHRIST he is VIII The Receiuing Mouth here makes Non wound nor breach in what he takes Let one or one THOVSAND be Here Diuiders single he Beares home no lesse all they no more Nor leaue they both lesse then before IX Though in it self this SOVERAIN FEAST Be all the same to euery Guest Yet on the same life-meaning Bread The child of Death eates himself Dead Nor is 't loue's fault but sin's dire skill That thus from LIFE can DEATH distill X. When the blest signes thou broke shall see Hold but thy Faith intire as he Who howsoe're clad cannot come Lesse then whole CHRIST in euery crumme In broken formes à stable FAITH Vntouch't her pretious TOTALL hath XI Lo the life-food of ANGELLS then Bow'd to the lowly mouths of men The children's BREAD the Bridegroom's WINE Not to be cast to dogges or swine XII Lo the full finall SACRIEICE On which all figures fix't their eyes The ransom'd ISACK his ramme The MANNA the PASCHAL Lamb XIII IESV MASTER Iust true Our FOOD faithfull SHEPHARD too O by thy self vouchsafe to keep As with thy selfe thou feed'st thy SHEEP XIV O let that loue which thus makes thee Mix with our low Mortality Lift our lean Soules sett vs vp Convictors of thine own full cup Coheirs of SAINTS That so all may Drink the same wine and the same WAY Nor chang the PASTVRE but the PLACE To feed of THEE in thine own FACE AMEN DIES IRAE DIES ILLA THE HYMN OF THE CHVRCH IN MEDITATION OF THE DAY OF IVDGMENT I. HEars't thou my soul with serious things Both the Psalm and sybyll sings Of a sure iudge from whose sharp Ray The world in flames shall fly away II. O that fire before whose face Heaun earth shall find no place O those eyes whose angry light Must be the day of that dread Night III. O that trump whose blast shall rnn An euen round with the circling Sun And vrge the murmuring graues to bring Pale mankind forth to meet his king IV. Horror of nature hell Death When a deep Groan from beneath Shall cry we come we come all The caues of night answer one call V. O that Book whose leaues so bright Will sett the world in seuere light O that Iudge whose hand whose eye None can indure yet none can fly VI Ah then poor soul what wilt thou say And to what Patron chuse to pray When starres themselues shall stagger and The most firm foot no more then stand VII But thou giu'st leaue dread Lord that we Take shelter from thy self in thee And with the wings of thine own doue Fly to thy scepter of soft loue VIII Dear remember in that Day Who was the cause thou cams't this way Thy sheep was stray'd And thou wouldst be Euen lost thy self in seeking me IX Shall all that labour all that cost Of loue and eu'n that losse be lost And this lou'd soul iudg'd worth no lesse Then all that way and wearynesse X. Iust mercy then thy Reckning be With my price not with me 'T was pay'd at first with too much pain To be pay'd twice or once in vain XI Mercy my iudge mercy I cry With blushing Cheek bleeding ey The conscious colors of my sin Are red without pale within XII O let thine own soft bowells pay Thy self And so discharge that day If sin can sigh loue can forgiue O say the word my Soul shall liue XIII Those mercyes which thy MARY found Or who thy crosse confes't crown'd Hope tells my heart the same loues be Still aliue and still for me XIV Though both my Prayres teares combine Both worthlesse are For they are mine But thou thy bounteous self still be And show thou art by sauing me XV O when thy last Frown shall proclaim The flocks of goates to folds of flame And all thy lost sheep found shall be Let come ye blessed then call me XVI When the dread ITE shall diuide Those Limbs of death from thy left side Let those life-speaking lipps command That I inheritt thy right hand XVII O hear a suppliant heart all crush't And crumbled into contrite dust My hope my fear my Iudge my Friend Take charge of me of my END S. MARIA MAIOR Dilecius meus mihi et ego illi qui pascitur inter lilia 〈…〉 THE HIMN O GLORIOSA DOMINA HAil most high most humble one Aboue the world below thy SON Whose blush the moon beauteously marres And staines the timerous light of
stares He that made all things had not done Till he had made Himself thy son The whole world's host would be thy guest And board himself at thy rich BREST O boundles Hospitality The FEAST of all thing feeds on the The first Eue mother of our FALL E're she bore any one slew all Of Her vnkind gift might we haue The inheritance of a hasty GRAVE Quick burye'd in the wanton TOMB Of one forbidden bitt Had not à Better FRVIT forbidden it Had not thy healthfull womb The world's new eastern window bin And giuen vs heau'n again in giuing HIM Thine was the Rosy DAWN that sprung the Day Which renders all the starres she stole away Let then the Aged world be wise all Proue nobly here vnnaturall 'T is gratitude to forgett that other And call the maiden Eue their morher Yee redeem'd Nations farr near Applaud your happy selues in her All you to whom this loue belongs And keep 't aliue with lasting songs Let hearts lippes speak lowd and say Hail door of life sourse of day The door was shutt the fountain seal'd Yet LIGHT was seen LIFE reueald The fountain seald yet life found way Glory to thee great virgin's son In bosom of thy FATHER's blisse The same to thee sweet SPIRIT be done As euer shall be was is AMEN IN THE GLORIOVS ASSVMPTION OF OVR BLESSED LADY THE HYMN HArk she is call'd the parting houre is come Take thy Farewell poor world heaun must goe home A peice of heau'nly earth Purer brighter Then the chast starres whose choise lamps come to light her While through the crystall orbes clearer then they She climbes and makes afarre more milkey way She 's calld Hark how the dear immortall doue Sighes to his syluer mate rise vp my loue Rise vp my fair my spottlesse one The winter's past the rain is gone The spring is come the flowrs appear No sweets but thou are wanting here Come away my loue Come away my doue cast off delay The court of heau'n is come To wait vpon thee home Come come away The flowrs appear Or quickly would wert thou once here The spring is come or if it stay 'T is to keep time with thy delay The rain is gone except so much as we Detain in needfull teares to weep the want of thee The winter's past or if he make lesse hast His answer is why she does so If sommer come not how can winter goe Come away come away The shrill winds chide the waters weep thy stay The fountains murmur each lofty est three Bowes low'st his heauy top to look for thee Come away my loue Come away my doue c. She 's call'd again And will she goe When heaun bidds come who can say no Heaun calls her she must away Heaun will not she cannot stay GOE then goe GLORIOVS On the golden wings Of the bright youth of heaun that sings Vnder so sweet a Burthen Goe Since thy dread son will haue it so And while thou goest our song we Will as we may reach after thee HAIL holy Queen of humble hearts We in thy prayse will haue our parts Thy pretious name shall be Thy self to vs we With holy care will keep it by vs We to the last Will hold it fast And no ASSVMPTION shall deny vs All the sweetest showres Of our fairest flowres Will we strow vpon it Though our sweets cannot make It sweeter they can take Themselues new sweetnes from it MARIA men Angels sing MARIA mother of our KING LIVE rosy princesse LIVE And may the bright Crown of a most incomparable light Embrace thy radiant browes O may the best Of euerlasting ioyes bath thy white brest LIVE our chast loue the holy mirth Of heaun the humble pride of earth Liue ctown of woemen Queen of men Liue mistresse of our song And when Our weak desires haue done their brest Sweet Angels come and sing the rest SANITE MARY MAGDALENE OR THE WEEPER Loe where à WOVNDED HEART with Bleeding EYES conspire Is she a FLAMING Fountain or a Weeping fire THE WEEPER I. HAil sister springs Parents of syluer-footed rills Euer bubling things Thawing crystall snowy hills Still spending neuer spent I mean Thy fair eyes sweet MAGDALENE II. Heauens thy fair eyes be Heauens of euer-falling starres 'T is seed-time still with thee And starres thou sow'st whose haruest dares Promise the earth to counter shine Whateuer makes heaun's forhead fine III. But we' are deceiued all Starres indeed they are too true For they but seem to fall As Heaun's other spangles doe It is not for our earth vs To shine in Things so pretious IV. Vpwards thou dost weep Heaun's bosome drinks the gentle stream Where th' milky riuers creep Thine floates aboue is the cream Waters aboue th' Heauns what they be We' are taught best by thy TEARES thee V. Euery morn from hence A brisk Cherub somthing sippes Whose sacred influence Addes sweetnes to his sweetest Lippes Then to his musick And his song Tasts of this Breakfast all day long VI Not in the euening 's eyes When they Red with weeping are For the Sun that dyes Sitts sorrow with a face so fair No where but here did euer meet Sweetnesse so sad sadnesse so sweet VII When sorrow would be seen In her brightest majesty For she is a Queen Then is she drest by none but thee Then only then she weares Her proudest pearles I mean thy TEARES VIII The deaw no more will weep The prim rose's pale cheek to deck The deaw no more will sleep Nuzzel'd in the lilly's neck Much reather would it be thy TEAR And leaue them Both to tremble here IX There 's no need at all That the balsom-sweating bough So coyly should let fall His med'cinable teares for now Nature hath learn't tos'extract a deaw More soueraign sweet from you X. Yet let the poore drops weep weeping is the ease of woe Softly let them creep Sad that they are vanquish't so They though to others no releife balsom maybe for their own greife XI Such the maiden gemme By the purpling vine put on Peeps from her parent stemme And blushes at the bridegroomes sun This watry Blossom of thy eyn Ripe will make the richer wine XII When some new bright Guest Takes vp among the starres a room And Heaun will make a feast Angels with crystall violls come And deaw from these full eyes of thine Their master's Water their own Wine XIII Golden though he be Golden Tagus murmures tho Were his way by thee Content quiet he would goe So much more rich would he esteem Thy syluer then his golden stream XIV Well does the May that lyes Smiling in thy cheeks confesse The April in thine eyes Mutuall sweetnesse they expresse No April ere lent kinder showres Nor May return'd more faithfull flowres XV O ckeeks Bedds of chast loues By your own showres seasonably dash't Eyes nests of milky doues In your own wells
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