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The passions of the spirit
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Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?
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1599
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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.
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