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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.
vertue of all power victorius The true redemption of his best creation O glorious life that made the diuells wonder And glorious death that trode the diuells vnder Thus in his birth his life and death all glory Hee dyd receiue who was himselfe the same The stately substance of that sacred storie From whence the ground of highest glory came When highest power to highest glory raised And all the hoast of heauen with glory praised Was euer such ingratitude approued Since heauen and earth for man and man was made For onely God who hild him his beloued Till gracelesse sinne dyd make his glory fade That hee whom Angells with such reuerence vsed Should bee by men refused and abused O liuely Image of the fathers loue O louely Image of the fathers life O pure conceipt that doth this concord proue That all agreement breeds no thought of strife But that the Sonne in state of all the story Is found the brightnesse of the Fathers glory Could euer such a glory bee refused By those that were in dutie to adore it Or could so great a glory bee refused When Angells tremble when they stand beefore it O man woman to wound thy soule so sore To loose the glory so for euer-more Behould the heauens what sorrow they did show And how the earth hir dolour did discrie The Sunne was darck and in the earth bee low The buried bodies shewed their agonie The temple rent the heauens with anger moued To see the death of the diuine beeloued And yet thou man full little doest regard What thou hadst done vnto thy dearest loue Thou mad'st more reckning of the worlds reward Then of the blessing of thy soules be-houe But wretched man descend into thy thought And with this sorrow weare thy selfe to naught Yet some there were too small a somme were they That ioyd to see the somme of all their ioy They watched the night and walked in the day And were not choked with the worlds annoy But followed on their heauenly loue alone Would God in heauen that I were such a one But aye mee wretch all wretched as I am Vnworthy all to follow such a friend In sweet remembrance of whose sweetest name The ioyes beegin that neuer makes an end Let mee but weep and sorrow till I see How mercies loue will cast on looke on mee And let mee heare but what my Sauiour saith Hee once did die that I might euer liue And that my soule by hir assured faith May feele the comfort that his grace doth giue That for his loue who sorrows heere so sore Shall ioy in heauen and neuer sorrow more Canto 4. OH ioy aboue all ioyes that euer were Could I conceiue but halfe thine excellence Or how to hope to giue attendance there Where thou dost keepe thy royall residence And on my knees thy holy name adore Were my soule well shee should desier no more To see the day that from an high is springing To guide our feete into the way of peace To heare the Virgins playing Angells singing The Psalmes of glory that shall neuer cease To heare the sound of such a heauenly queare Would it not ioy the soule to see and heare To see the Saints and Martyrs in their places By highest grace with heauenly glory crowned To see the kysses and the sweet imbrace Of blessed soules by constant saith renomed To see the ground of all these sweet agreeing Were not these sights all sweetly worth the seeing The Diamond Rubie Saphir and such like Of pretious gemmes that are the worldlings ioyes And greatest princes for their crownes doe seeke To heauenly treasuers are but trifling toyes Wherewith the holy citie all is paued And all the walls are round about in-graued Nor hee that sits on the supernall throne In maiestie most glorious to beehold And houlds the septer of the world alone Hath not his garment of imbrodered gold But hee is clothed in truth and righteousnesse The heauenly garments of true holynesse Oh could my soule out of some Angells wyng By humble sute obtaine one onely pen Might wright in honour of my glorious king The ioy of Angells and the life of men That all the world might fall vpon their faces To heare the glory of his heauenly graces But since I see his wonder worth is such As doth exceed the reach of humane sence And all the earth vnworthy is to touch The smallest title of his excellence Let mee referre vnto some Angells glory The happy writing of this heauenly story Where this sweet King that on the white horse rideth Vpon the wings of the celestiall winde Neere whose sweet aier no blasting breath abideth Nor stands the tree that hee doth fruitlesse finde Doth make all tremble where his glory goeth Yea where his mildnesse most his mercie showeth Where heauenly loue is cause of holy life And holy life increaseth heauenly loue Where peace establisht without feare of strife Doth proue the blessing of the soules beehaue Where thirst nor hunger griefe nor sorrow dwelleth But peace in ioy And ioye in peace excelleth Oh ioyfull feare on vertuous loue ●ll founded O vertuous loue in mercies glory graced O gracious loue on faith in mercy grounded Oh faithfull loue in heauenly fauour placed Oh settled loue that cannot bee remoued Oh glorious loue of glory so beeloued Where virgins ioye in their virginitie The vertuous spouse in vndefiled bed And true deuines in true deuinitie The gratious members in their glorious head The sinners ioye to escape damnation And faithfull soules in their saluation Where sicke men ioy to see their sweetest health The prisoners ioy to see their libertie The poore reioyce to see their sweetest wealth The vertuous to adore the deitie And I vnworthie most of all to see The eies of mercie cast one looke on mee Canto 5. BVT can my heart thus leaue hir holy loue Or seace to sing of this hir highest sweet Hath Patience no more passions left to proue Hath phancie laboured out both hands and feete Or hath Inuention straind hir vaine so sore That wit nor will hath power to write no more No heauens forbid that euer faithfull heart Should haue a weary thought of dooing well But that the soule may summon euery part Of euery sence where any thought may dwell That may discharge the dutie of this care To pen his praise that is without compare But since no eie can looke on him and liue Nor heart can liue but looking on his loue Beehould the glory that his grace doth giue In all his works that doth such wonders proue Than all the world may finde their witts to weake But of the smallest of his praise to speake Behould the earth how sweetly shee brings foorth Hir trees hir flowers hir herbs and euery grasse Of sundry natures of most secret worth And how each branch doth others beautie passe Both beasts and birds with fishes wormes and flies How each their high creator glorifies The Lions strength doth make him stand as