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A08528
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An homilie of Marye Magdalene declaring her ferue[n]t loue and zele towards Christ / written by that famous clerke Origene ; newly translated ...
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Origen.
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1565
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STC 18847; ESTC S2254
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be shorte I seke not for Angels but him who made me and Angels I seke not angels but the Lorde of my self and of angels They haue take away my soueraigne Lorde him onely will I seeke he alone can comfort me but I caÌ„ not tel where thei haue laid him I looke about if I can see him but I se him not faine I wolde finde the place where he is layed but I fynde it not O wofull Wtoman that I am what shall I do whether shal I go and whether is my beloued gon I sought for him in his Sepulchre and there I found him not I called him but he answered me not wo is me where shal I seeke him where shall I fynd him I will rise truly I will go about I will search in al places I can I will geue no sleepe to myne eyes I will geue no reste to my feete vntil I shall fynde him whome my Soule loueth Wepe ye myne eyes gushe out with teares stynte not walke ye my feete runne about reste not Alas alas whether is my ioye gone where doth my loue hyde him where is my sweete Lorde why hast thou mâ— health forsakeÌ„ me O vnsufferable sorowes O intolerable perplexitie of minde I se troble on euery side what to chuse I know not If I abide next his Tomb yet I finde him not yf I go froÌ„ his Tombe I know not wretch whether to go I know not wherto seeke him To departe from the Tombe is death vnto me to stande at the Tombe is griefe incurable how be it better it is for me to keepe still my Lordes Tombe then to go far from it any further for in goinge further perchaunce at my returne again I shall fynde bothe him takeÌ„ away also his sepulcher destroyed I will stande therefore here will I dye that yet at leste wyse I may be buried nye the sepulchre of my Lorde O how happy shal my body bee if it bee buried nighe vnto my Master O how blessed shall my Soule be whiche passing forth of thys bryckle vessel of my bodie may by and by enter into my Lords glorious Sepulcher My body hath alwaies ben to my soule labour and trauaile my Lords sepulcher shall be vnto me rest and honor Therfore I will not forsake this Sepulcher bycause thus to die it shall be my coÌ„forte and in my death it shall be my reste So longe as I liue I will abide by it when I dye I wil cleaue fast vnto it neither aliue nor dead I wil be seperated from it Alas what a wretched woman I am wherefore did I not then this foresee when I behelde my lorde buryed why did not I stande with him wherefore did I not with trewe attendance keepe the Sepulchre then had I not bewayled his taking away for I had either withstanded them which toke him away or els had gone after them But O woful case I wold haue kepte the lawe and haue let go the Lord of the law I wolde haue obeied the lawe and haue not kept him to whom the lawe it selfe is obediente though with Christe to abyde had not ben to transgresse the lawe but to fulfyl the lawe For the paschal Lambe is not disteined by the deathe of him but is again iterate renewed His corps doth not defile the cleaÌ„e but clenseth the defiled he healeth all suche as touch him and dothe illuminate all suche as come to him But what do I renewe the memory of my sorow I wente I returned I founde the Tombe opened but founde not him I soughte for I will stande therefore I will waite lokinge if happely hee may any where appeare But howe shall I stande alone desolate The Disciples be gone theire waye and haue left me alone weping None do appeare who woulde sorow with me No where doth hee appeare whiche with mee wolde seeke the Maister Here haue appeared Angels but I knowe not for what cause they haue appeared If to comforte me they oughte not then to bee ignorante wherefore I weepe If they bee not ignorante for what I weepe why say they to mee Why wepest thou Do they therefore question with mee to let me from wepinge I beseche them not to swade me to that that they will not counsell mee to that for or els let them kill me What needes mo wordes I will not obey them I will not cease to weepe duringe my lyfe but I finde my lorde But what may I do to finde him whither shall I turne me to whom shall I go of whome shal I inquire of whome shall I aske counsail who shal haue compassioÌ„ on me who shall comfort me who shall Cant. 1â— shew me whom my soul loueth Cant. 2. where he is bestowed where he lieth at noontide where he resteth I beseche you tel him how I pyne with loue and consume with sorowe and that there is no dolor as is my dolor Turne Tren â— againe my beloued turn again Cant 6. my hartes desire and dearling Psalm 50. O amiable O delitable geue againe to me the gladnes of thy comfortable preseÌ„ce Shew me Cant. 2. thy countinaunce let thy voice Psal 90. sounde in mine eares for thy â—0 118. voice is sweete and thy visage is beutiful O my hope confouÌ„d mee not in myne expectation Shew me thy face and it shall suffice my soul While Marye did thus mourn and thus wept as she spak these things She turned her selfe back and sawe Iesus standing and knew not it was Iesus Iesus said vnto her woman why weepest thou Whome seekest thou O thou the desire of her soule why doeste thou aske her why wepeste thou and whome seekeste thou She but a little before with her very eies to the great dolour of her heart beheld the her whole hope to be hanged vpoÌ„ the tree and saieste thou nowe vnto her why wepest thou She the third day beheld thy haÌ„des wherwith she hath ben ofteÌ„ blessed thy feet which she had kissed and whiche she had watered with her teares nailed vpon the crosse thou being her whole sorow saiest vnto her Why wepest thou She beheld the geuiÌ„g vp of her spirit that is to say thy spirite and saiest thou now why wepest thou Yea furdermore she supposeth thy body is stoln away whych she came to anoiÌ„t that by som meaÌ„es she might coÌ„forte her self and saiest thou why wepest thou whome seekest thou Thou well knowest that the alone she seeketh the alone she loueth for that she contemneth all things and sayeste thou What seekeste thou Swete Maister for what purpos I pray that doest thou prouoke this womans spirite for what purpose doeste thou vexe her Soule She wholye dependeth on thee she wholye abydeth in thee All her hope is in the all dispaire in her self She doth so seeke the that seekinge the she can seeke nothinge but the she can minde nothinge but the and therefore perchaunte she doth not know the because she is not in