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A16777 The passions of the spirit Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626? 1599 (1599) STC 3682.5; ESTC S105535 12,283 80

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king The Vnicorne doth kill the poisons power The roaring Bull doth make the woods to ring The Tiger doth the cruell wolfe deuouer The Elephant the weightie burden beares And rauening Wolues are good yet for their heires To see the Gray-hound course the Hart in chase While litle Dormouse sleepeth out hir time The Lambs and Rabits sweetly runne at base Whilst highest trees the little Squirell clime The crauling Wormes out creeping in the showers And how the Snayle doe clyme the loftie towers To see the Whale make furrowes in the seas While sodainely the Dolphin strikes hir dead Which hauing found the depth of his disease Vpon the shore doth make his dying bed Where heauens thus work for weaker hearts beehoue Doth not this grace a work of glory proue But since that all Skye Earth or Sea containes Was made for man and man was onely made For onely God who onely glory gaines And that one glory that can neuer fade Shall man forget to giue all glory due Vnto his God from whom all glory grew But let mee come a little higher yet To Sunne and Moone and euery Starre of light To see how each doe in this order sit Where euery one doth keepe his course aright And all to guide these darkned eies of ours Giue these not glory to the higher powers No let not man shew himselfe so vngratefull Vnto his God that all in loue did make him By thancklesse thoughts to make his spirit hatefull Vnto his king that neuer will forsake him But let his soule to God all glory giue In whome doth all loue life and glory liue And let mee wretch vnworthy most of all To lift mine eies vnto his louely seat Beefore the feete but of his mercy fall And of his mercy but the leaue intreate That with his seruants I may sit and sing An ALLELVIAH to my heauenly King Canto 6. COme all the world and call your wits together Borrow some pennes out of the Angells wings Intreate the heauens to send their Muses hether To help your soules to write of sacred things Prophane conceits must all bee cast away The night is past and you must take the day Speake not of sinne it beareth no part heere But write of grace and whence hir glory grue Think of the loue that to the life is deere And of the life to whome all loue is due And then sit downe in glory all to sing All to the glory of our glorious King First make your grounds of faithfull holinesse Then your deuisions of deuine desires Let all your rests bee hopes of happinesse Which mercies Musicke in the soule requires Let all your sharps bee feares of faithfull harts And all your flats the death of your desarts Yet rise and fall as hope and feare directs The nature of each note in space or line And let your voices carry such effects As may approue your passions are deuine Then let your consorts all in one agree To God alone all onely glory bee Then let the dittie bee the deerest thought That may reuiue the dying hart of loue That onely mercy in the soule hath wrought The happie comfort of the heauens to proue Then let your sounds vnto the heauens ascend And all your closes all in glory end Glory to him that sitteth on the throne With all the hoast of all the heauens attended Who all things made and gouernes all alone Vanquisht his foes and all his flock defended And by his power his chosen soules preserueth So sing his praise that so all praise deserueth And whilst all soules are to their glory singing Let mee poore wretch not wholly hold my peace But let my teares from mercie glory springing Keepe time to that sweet song may neuer seace That while my soule doth thus my God adore I may yet sing AMEN although no more Gloria in excelsis Deo Amen A Praier O Heauenly God ô father deere cast downe thy tender eie Vpon a wretch that prostrate heere before thy throne doth lye O poure thy precious oile of grace into my wounded heart O let the drops of mercy swage the rigor of my smart My fainted soule oppressed sore with carefull clogge of sinne In humble sute submits it selfe thy mercie Lord to winne Grant mercy then O sauiour sweet to mee most wofull thrall whose morneful cry to thee ô Lord doth still for mercy call Thy blessed will I haue despised vpon a stubborne minde And to the sway of worldly things my selfe I haue enclinde forgetting heauē heuēly powers where God saints doth dwell My life had like to tread the path that leads the way to hell But now my god loadstar bright I will no more doe so To think vpon my former life my heart doth bleed for woe Alack I sigh alack I sob alack I doe repent That euer my licencious will so wickedly was bent Sith now therfore with mournfull plaints that I thy mercie craue O Lord for thy great mercies sake let mee thy mercy haue Restore to life my wicked soule which else is like to die So shall my voice vnto thy name sing praise eternally Now blessed bee the Father first then blessed bee the Sonne And blessed bee the holy Ghost by whom all things are done Blesse mee O blessed Trinitie with thy eternall grace That after death my soule may haue in heauen a dwelling place FINIS A Praier WIth heauie hart I call to thee O Lord giue eare vnto my plaint In my distresse consider me mark how y t my soul doth faint Forlorne with care because that I so oft offend thy maiestie My due desert doth breed despaire hell I shall haue for my hier Vnles thou wilt thy wrath forbere to punish mee in thy iust yre But sith thy mercy passeth all For mercy Lord I cry and call And sith thou paidst y t blodie prise the fathers wrath to pacifie In thy great power strength arise forgiue my sinnes O Lord I cry lest y t my soul be brought to naught which once y hast so dereli bought Forgiue thy people all their crime whose aid on thee doth still depēd And with thy hand in this our time Our noble Queene O lord defend And that shee may hir foes deface powre vpon hir thy heauēly grace Amen FINIS MIEVI X. VAVLT MOVRIR IN. VERTV QVE VIVRE EN HONCTE LONDON Printed by Thomas Este dwelling in Aldersgate-streete 1599.