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The map of misery and the sinners plea by G.T.
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G. T. (Giles Tooker)
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puffe of womans last Went forth and Wept with many a bitter Plaint And by his Tears obtained Grace at last But Wretched I have fell of mine accord Ten thousand times against the living Lord 23 Yet cannot straine one true repentant Teare To gain the Blisse from which my Soul is banisht My flinty Heart true Sorrowing doth forbeare And from my sence all true Remorse is vanisht For Heart Sence are cloy'd with Sence of Sin That there 's not place for Grace to enter in 24 No place Dear Lord unlesse thy Goodness please To pitty Him that worst deserves of any And in thy tender Mercy grant him Ease As thou'tofore hast Mercy shew'd to many The clouds of Sin do vanish when thy Grace Enters the Heart O make my Heart thy Place 25 Happy were man if Sin had never been Thrice Happy now if Sins he would forsake But Happier far if for his wicked Sin He would Repent and hearty Sorrow make Leaving the Drosse and fleshly Delectation To gain in Heaven a lasting Habitation 26 There is the Place wherein all Sorrows dye Where Joy exceeds all Joyes that ever were Where Angels make continuall Harmony The Minde set free from Care Distrust and Feare There all receive true Contentation And Happy made by Heavenly Contemplation 27 O why should Man that bears the stamp of Heaven So much decline Heavens holy Will and Pleasure O why was Sence and Reason to him given That in his dayly Sins will know no measure He knows the Sad account that must be made For Sin yet he makes Sin his dayly trade 28 This to recount Dear God doth kill my Soule But that thy Mercy quickneth it again O heare me Lord in Bitternesse of Dole That of my Sins doe prostrate here Complaine And at thy feet with Mary knock for Grace Though wanting Maries Tears to wet my Face 29 When She had lost thy presence but one day The want was such her Heart could not sustaine But to Thy tomb alone She took her way And there with Sighs and Tears She did Complain Nor with Her selfe contented ere was she Untill again She got a sight of Thee 30 But I have lost thy Presence all my dayes And still am slack to seek thee as I should My wretched Soule in deadly Sin so stayes I am unfit to see thee though I would Yet if I would with Tears Thy comming tend To me as Mary Thou wouldst prove a friend 31 Tears are the Key that ope the way to Blisse The holy Water quenching Heavens quick Fire Th' Atonement true 'twixt God and our amisse The Angels drink the blessed Saints desire The Joy of Christ the Balm of grieved Heart The Spring of Life the Ease of every Smart 32 O wherefore is my steely Heart so hard Why am I made of mettall unrelenting Why is all Ghostly Comfort from me bard Or to what end do I defer Repenting Can lustfull Flesh or flattering World perswade me That I can scape the power of him that made me 33 No no The secret Searcher of each Heart Both sees and knowes each Deed that I have done And for each Deed will pay me home with Smart No place can serve His Will decreed to shun I should deceive my selfe to thinke that he For Sin would punish others and not Me 34 Our first borne Sire first breeder of mans Thrall For one bare Sin was of Perfection reft And all Mankinde were banisht by his Fall From Paradise and unto Sorrow left If he for one and all for him feell Paine Then for so many what shall I sustaine 35 The Angels made t' attend on God in Glory Were thrust from Heaven for one Sin alone That but in thought for so Records the Story For Which they still in lasting Darknesse Groane If Those once Glorious thus tormented be Ah wicked I what will become of Me 36 What will become of Me that not in Thought In Thought alone but in each Word and Deed A thousand thousand deadly Sins have wrought And still do worke whereat my Heart doth Bleed For even now in this my Sad complaining With new made Sins my flesh my Soul is staining 37 O that I were remov'd to some close Cave Where all alone retired from Delight I might my Sighs and Tears untroubled have And never come in Wretched worldlings sight Whose ill bewitching company still brings Deep provocation whence more Danger springs 38 Ill Company the cause of many Woes The pleasing Bait that hides the subtle Hooke The Rock unseen that shipwrackt souls orethrows The weeping Crocodile that kills with looke How Many Souls have perisht by thy Guile Whom thou hast led to Hell even with a smile 39 O who will give me Tears that I may Waile Both Nights and Dayes the Dangers I have past My Soul my Soul t is much for thy availe That thou art gotten from their straits at last O Joy but in thy Joy mix Tears withall That Thou hast time to say Lord heare me call 40 I might as others Lord have perished Amid my Sins and damnable Delights cherished But thou Good God with care my Soule hast And brought it home to look on heavenly Lights Ah me what Thanks what Service can I render To thee that of my safety art so tender 41 Now do I curse the time I ever went In Sins black Path that leadeth to Damnation Now do I hate the houres I have mis-spent In Idle Vice neglecting Souls Salvation And to redeeme the time I have mis-worne I wish this houre I were againe New-borne 42 But vaine it is as saith the Wisest man To call againe the Day that once is past O let me see what best is for me than To gaine thy Favour whilst my life doth last That in the Next I may but worthy be Even in the meanest place to wait on Thee 43 I will as did the Prodigall Son sometimes Upon my knees with hearty true Contrition And weeping Eyes confesse my former Crimes And humbly beg upon my low Submission That thou wilt not of former Faults detect me But like a loving Father now respect me 44 Even thus will I in Sorrowing spend my breath And spot my Face with never-dying Teares Till aged wrinckles Messengers of Death Have purchas'd Mercy and remov'd my Feares And then the world within my looks shall read The pitious Wrack unbridled Sin hath made 45 And that which was a Pleasure to behold Shall be to mee an ever-griping Paine All my misdeeds shall one and one be told That I may see what Tyrants have me slaine And when I have thus mustered them apart I will display on each a bleeding Heart 46 And lest my Tears should faile me at most need Before Faiths face I le fix my Saviours Passion And see how His most precious side did Bleed And note His Death and Torment in such fashion As never man the like did undertake For Freely He hath done it for my sake 47 If this his Mercy and his kindnesse showne Cannot provoke me unto tender Crying Then will I back again turne to My owne Mine own Sins cause of His most cruell Dying And if for them no Tears mine Eyes can finde Sighs shall cause Tears Tears make my poor Eyes blinde 48 Till I have found Him whom my Soul doth love Till Winter passe and birds of Spring returne Till He my Heart shall throughly try and prove And make it with His heavenly Love to burne Then to the world His Praise will I enrowle And tell what he hath done for my poor Soule 49 Neeping and Praising will I walke and goe Weeping for Sin and Praising for his Love Untill this Flesh to Lust the world shall throw And he my Soule to Paradise remove Where with the Quire of Angels I shall sing Blest Halelujah's to our heavenly King 50 Whose Throne the Saints and Martyrs still attend Crownes on their heads and Palmes claspt in their Hands Enjoying all the Joys that have no End Freed from their Sins and Satans heavy Bands This is thy Power Love Great God that we That were thy Foes shall have such Peace with Thee FINIS