are gone His foes are fill'd with feare amaze and wonder Like Latmos rent with heav'ns high ratling thunder Seraphick Spirits bow before his face Mortality to glory now gives place And all the Children of his wedding Chamber Whose lips are Corrall and whose locks are Amber Whose eyes Carbuncles are in dark of night Gladly doe now attend this mornings light And from the grave they role away that stone Which Caiaphas had fet his seale upon 'T were strange to see that was could make that sure That heav'ns had destin'd to distemp'tature But now the Scriptures are fulfill'd which say He gives his Angels charge 〈◊〉 thy way To keep thee lest thy foot should either slip Or'gainst a stone at any time should trip Yet was it neither Angels might nor power That did return life to my Saviour But that same Godhead which in him did dwell Restor'd his life and did his death expell For though his soule was from his body cut His Godhead from his Man hood was not shut For that great tye of Hypostatick union Shall never be dissolv'd or lose communion No no Mans nature which he did assume And unite to the Word i' th' Virgins wombe Shall in no after time or taste Confusion 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Or by a stronger hand ' plain of Division Or by a change smell any Alteration Or by or death or life have Separation But shall for ay that union retaine Where three are one and one is three againe No sooner doth my Soules brave Sampson draw Gaza's gate-barrs asunder then his aw Maketh earths wieghty globe to reatch and reele About him like Ixyons giddy wheele The dead arise and to the Citty goe As witnesse of his great triumphing show The Lyons to their dens return apace Because great Judah's Lyon shakes his tresse And all the beasts of neighb'ring Forrests feare Whilst they this matchlesse Lyon's roaring heare The chirping birds whose sweet melodious notes Bring sweeter crotchets from their carr'ling throats Then all Apollo's nymphs can straine or sing Unto his Harps delicious fingering Betake themselves unto their wings to flie Rather then in an Earthquakes arms to die The nibling Lambs which graze on Vesta's kirtle And sips her hony suckles and her mirtle Leaving their breakfast bleat and cry and call Each one to gaze anothers festivall Great Neptune and his Thetye now sing dumbe Because the Soveraign of the Seas is come To put a hooke in their nostrills and draw Leucotheo from Achelous maw But above all the long-liv'd Phenix seems As freshly wak'd from her reviving flames To greet him with the rarest welcome that E're Lark or Finch or Linot modulat And at his foot her starry Spangled Crown As to the righteous owner she throws down For she reviv'd hath thousand years in store But he requickneth lives for evermore In end comes Titan dayes bright shining eye Who lately slept in darknesse Cannopy And from his Orient or Eoan wave Where Neptune doth his steps in pearle engrave Seeing a clearer Sun i' th' West arise To all his Naids and his Napaeis cries Look here and see the rare yea rarest wonder That ever Earth held up or Heav'ns kept under Two Suns arise at once and in one day Two Titans to the world their lights display The one wherof although he rise must fall The other knowes no Occident at all Thus is my Saviour up and mangre hell And all the pow'rs of darknesse there doe dwell A new light life and liberty is given To all that hunger for the light of Heaven 'T is true no article o' th' Christian faith More faithlesse or reluctant en'mies hath Then hath the Doctrine of the Resurrection Whil'st it stands canvass'd by humane direction Yea nature ne'er requir'd a better sport Then tosse this Ball within her Tennis-court For faith it selfe can hardly sound this deep How a scatter'd non ens to an ens can creep Although that Nature and the Scriptures both Have writ the hieroglyphicks of this truth The Phoenix spicie nest her Mistris burneth Yet she from out her fatall Urne returneth When length of time sun-staring Eagles spills They doe revive by casting off their bills Hearbs trees and plants which in the winter wither I' th' spring receive both sap and life together The Corn we sow doth first corrupt and die Yet from that death their grains doe multiply And if 't be true Medaea for the sake Of Jason made old Aesons youth t' awake But Scripture tells us that the first man hath By sinne subdu'd all mankinde unto death And that the second man doth yeeld more grace Requickning that which dy'd by our trespasse And unto Abram's seed the Lord hath said I am the livings God and not the dead Adde unto this that he who first did make All things of nothing can from something take With lesser pain this little world of Man Then when at first he from the dust it span Nor is it just that any coupled paire Who work together should not have like share Of glory after death who in their life ' Gainst Sin and Sathan kept a conjunct strife Why art thou then so sad my Soule and why Art thou cast down with such anxiety Dost not thou know that Christ is made thy head And thou by faith his living member made He is thy husband thou his wedded wife Whil'st he doth live how canst thou doubt of life He is the root and thou his ingraft-branch When thou art judg'd he sitteth on the bench He is our Main which by our faith 's hid pores Refreshing waters to our springs restores And till his never ebbing streams goe dry We need not fear to lack a new supply Naked from out our mothers wombe we come And thither naked must we once goe home Yet we believe earth shall not still enfold Us in her arms that were too base a hold For any in whose soule the sp'rit of grace Hath made his mansion or a dwelling place No sure suppose these putrid tents of clay Wherein we sojourn for a night or day Must be dissolved better buildings we In heav'n shall have For Immortalitie Shall this our Mortall swallow and devoure Our weaknes then shall be exchang'd to power Corruption shall to incorruption turne And shame shak'd off we shall no longer mourn For what by Nature we doe here inherit Shall there renew'd be by th'Eternals Sp'rit Though then the grave unto weak natures taste Relish no better then the hemlocks feast Yet from her arms we reap a richer store Then ever nature did possesse before For there the poore have peace from their oppression There earths horsleeches shrink from their possession There rich and poore the high the low and all To earthly tempest ly no more made thrall But waiting for the return of their Judge In secret for a while lye still and lodge Since then I know that my Redeemer liveth And that he shall perform what faith believeth In all the periods of my lifes poore
I know not what you think him worthy sure I think him guilty shamefull death t' indure To this they all applaud with acclamation O let him die and perish from this Nation Yet once more proudly doth the Priest enquire Him of his Doctrine and Disciples Ire And rapid rage doth to his soule possesse That Truth and Conscience with him have no place Christ answers In your Synagogues have I Still taught and by me nothing secretly Is done or said enquire of them therefore Who heard me let them witnesse lesse or more By this one of those slaves who stood neer by Doth smite him on the face most vil'nously And ads this motto to his cruell blow What Villaine dost thou answer th' High-Priest so Christ meekly replyes If I have spoke wrong Beare witnesse of it but if thus my tongue Hath spoke the truth why smit'st thou me 't may be Some higher hand repay thy villanie Ah me my God how hath this High Priest still Spoke prophecy although against his will Of late he said it was expedient that One for the nation should be immolat And now he sayes he 's guilty to the death And so both truth and lye pronounced hath O what a vaticiny what a word Is this that Caiaphas doth now afford Guilty he was to die the death he come And yet not guilty to the death as some Man born in sinne to die the death is born Because by sinne he 's guilty and forelorne But he did neither sinne nor know trespasse For Gods 〈◊〉 ' â—â— Lambe and Sonne he was And therefore since he knew not sinne no death Ov'r him or power or jurisdiction hath Yet guilty was he for 〈◊〉 guilt he tooke And by the way for 〈…〉 of the brooke And so was guilty made to death for loe His bodies death must our soules death ov'rthrow Thus was he guilty to the death and yet Nor guilt nor death his innocence did fit His was the death the guilt was ours and so Both from the guilt and death w' are free to goe Next to this censure all those catyss still With excrements his glorious face doe spill And though the glorious hoast of heav'n are bold In him to gaze Gods wisdome manifold Yet muffling up his face they hood-wink's eyes Then crave in scorn to heare his Prophecies This not enough they be not yet content T' afflict his body and his soule torment But what is more to Pilat's civill power They lead him there to have his death made sure From out the High Priests house and hall he 's led And unto Pilat's hall is carried Tumultuous crowds of people run along To make their malice and their griefe more strong And in Iudibrious manner thus doe cry Here 's Naz'reths Propher pray you make him way Pilat affrighted with the Convocation Comes forth and cals the head o' th' Combination And asks the cause of this their concourse for Such stirre Jerus'lem had not seen before Yet ere the Roman Depute will approve Their combination he doth gravely move This question to them What hath this man done Or gainst the State or gainst Religion If he had nor a malefactour been Say they to Pilate sure thou hadst not seen Us stand as supplicants before thy doore Nor had we ever judg'd him by thy pow'r O cruell catiffes irreligious you Who act such murther under pieties show To Pilat's house you come but will not enter As if his house were hells condemning center Woe woe to you Scribes Pharisees and Priests You rav'ning Wolves dissembling Hypocrites Why doe you think by ' xternall rites and showes To purge that poyson in your hearts ov'rflowes Why doe you make your platter clean without While as the fountain's poyson'd round about Why doe you guild your graves with pretious stones Whose richest linings are but rotten bones Why doe you wash your hands so oft with water While as your hearts be lust and prides Theater It is not Pilat's roof nor Pilat's wall Nor the corruption of his Judgements hall Can make you so unclean or so impure As doth your sinfull soules distemp'rature For what is from without cannot so much Defile the Man as doth the hearts hid touch But thus th' Almighty hath decreed and thus You have determin'd by a secret push To catch the innocent unto your snare While as your words be soft and smoothly faire But he who in the highest heav'ns doth dwell Can both your fraud detect and pride repell And will in his own time your plots repay Upon your pates with woe and weal-away Jesus now stands before the Pagan Judge And from his fury findeth no refuge Pilat enquires him Art thou Juries King I am saith he without dissembling But in this world my Kingdome hath no place Nor hath this world a portion of my grace Pilat then on his Judgements feat fits down And once more asks him of Judaeas Crown And tels him that if he that Crown should claim Then should he wrong Augustus Diadem Not I saith he let Caesar have what 's his And God what 's God's no other thing I wish But while this Roman on his bench doth sit His wife did by her letter him intreat Yea she adjures him that he should not touch That just man for saith she I 've suffer'd much Concerning him this last night in my sleep The gods preserve thee and thy conscience keep That unto him thou doe no wrong nor harm For feare hath giv'n my soule a sad alarme This Pilat reads but 's deafe to such a tale Where will doth govern words will not prevaile He therefore calls the multitude aloud Heare mut'nous you and hark you envious croud Whom will you that at this your solemne feast I should let loose to you what think you best Here have we Barrabas a murth'ring thiefe Will you that he goe loose and have reliefe Or shall we let this Jesus goe pray tell For your desire shall be my Centinell O Barrabas say they let him goe free But for this Jesus him let 's Crucifie VVell then saith Pilat since it must be so Him shall you have and Barrabas shall goe Yet bring me here some water water 's brought And for dissimulation lacketh nought His hands he washeth his dissembling heart Stands still corrupt and foul in every part Yet doth he call Come malecontented you To this just man take heed what you shall doe For in him I doe finde no fault at all Why one haire of his head to ground should fall I therefore to your conscience doe appeale To Church to Councell and to Common-weale That from his blood I stand this day as free As be my hands from their impurity Alas vain Pilot hadst thou cleans'd thy heart As thou hast wash'd thy hands then sure no part Of this mans blood should have against thee cry'd Then should both heart and hand been purifi'd But since one thing thou sayst and dost another Thy words shall not thy foule transgression smother In short time thou
Whose never failing Care doth still advance My Cup my Table and Inheritance Who thus exacts thy body to be rent What am I wormling that I should relent The meanest parcell of his blessed pleasure For all the worlds rich pomp and perishing treasure No no I am no Zippora to say Thou art a bloody Mate to me this day But since thy will must or by us be done Or else upon us let Subjection Be our best service for 't is known that thou Exalt'st the humble and the proud dost bow No no my Sonne bow bow thy selfe obay The yoak which he upon thy neck doth lay He is thy Father and thou art his Sonne His grace must guide thee till thy race be run Cease therefore you my teares my sighs and all My sorrowes to your rest your selves recall For though my Sonne my Love and Darling rather Be deare to me he must obey his Father And by his sufferings in the flesh allay His fury whose disdain works our decay 'T is true thou in thy selfe canst have no need By Circumcisions stroak and wound to bleed For in thee no such sinfull spot doth dwell As needeth Circumcision for a Seal Only for us poore sinners thou' rt content To seale thy selfe with our sinnes Sacrament That as old Abraham was the first put on This as the seale of his adoption Thou by this Seale wilt shew thy selfe that seed In whom our blessing first was promised Next that the Law in thee may cleerly see Thou cam'st not to destroy it's liberty But to fulfill it by the Lawes great Seale Thou tak'st our debt on thee and art our baile Thirdly that in thy Circumcision we Our Fore-fathers salvations map might see Thou' rt made the whole worlds Saviour altogether Heb. 13.8 Rev. 3.8 To day to morrow and the same for ever And what is more thou must be circumcised And in some short succeeding time baptized That wee may learn to circumcise our hearts As well's our outward and our carnall parts Deut. 10.16 For God is no waies like to frantick man VVho only doth the outward count'nance scan But rather chooseth to behold the heart And what in it doth sweetly smile or smart That by a righteous recompence he may Our actions and affections both repay And last of all that all the world may learn Thy true humanitie rightly to discern Thou must bee circumcis'd and in the sight Of Priest and people both declare the right That thou art true man having flesh and bone Like us in all things save corruption Thus have I weakly with a darkned cole Lim'd out the secret passions of the Soule Of this great Nymph and hop'd t' have bid farewell To all the terrors which her Soule could feel But ô I see my selfe intrench'd again In those meandring paths of toyle and pain VVherein poore worldlings run a circled course Of joyes and greefs of better and of worse O how my pen denies to point that story To which it cannot yeeld deserved glory For in this Scean of hers nothing is common But all dread wonders shee a wondrous woman Come then brave Nymph come let me ask thee why Thou dost in danger and difficulty Revisit Salems sacred Temple that With legall sanctions and I wot not what A world of Ceremonious Rites thou may Thy presuppos'd Impur'ty purge away Well might'st thou Mary and besides thee none Have claim'd immunity and exemption From all those shadowes and Levitick showes Which Sinne and Trespasse on their owners throwes Not that thou in thy selfe art voyd and free From sinnes infective spot and leprosie No no that were a grace of too great note For any Child that Adam ev'r begot Since all who from old Adams loynes discend In Adams loynes doe still by sinne offend He onely being except who from thy wombe A second Adam to the world hath come No this is all that I averre That by That heav'nly spring which from thy womb did fly There flow'd no such contagious spot and staine As once could make thee legally uncleane 'T is true those Mothers which in sinne conceive A Race by sinne re-oblig'd to the Grave And by their sinne unto the Law stand tyde May by the Law seek to be purified But since thy Darling by himselfe ne're knew Save for our sakes how sinne doth man subdue What needest thou by Turtles of Purgation T'enact the Scean of thy Purification Then to unloose this riddle let us look What Moses hath recorded in that book Wherein Gods written Law doth give direction For the purgation of our sinnes infection There it is writ that if a woman beare A man-child to the world she shall appeare Before the Lord but not untill the Sun Full forty times about the world have run And when shee dares t' approach and come before him E're shee doe bend her knees and goe t' adore him Shee must present a Lamb and Pidgeons two The true confessors of her sinfull flow And these the Priest must on the Altar burn And to true pur'ty her impur'ty turn And if shee have no Lamb to sacrifice Two Turtles or two Pidgeons shall suffice Here here I see thee Nymph with severe aw Obtemper the strict sanction of this Law And as thou hadst been by thy byrth unclean Thou wilt thy self thus purifie again Offring two Pidgeons void of gall or harm And thy unspotted Lamb born in thine arm O blessed Lamb of God how dost thou now Turn these poor types to what is re'lly true And as the Index of the clock doth tell The severall motions of three six nine twelve So by these creatures thou the great Creator Mak'st them bee cyphers thee significator A Lamb did Abel when the world began First offer to thy Father thou' rt the Man Presignified whose blood hath better dy Then Abel's in his causless butchery E're Noab from his pitched Ark came forth Hee sent a Pidgeon of unspotted worth To view the new workls state shee turns again The witness of a calm decreasing Maine And in her Bill an olive-branch to show Th' Almighties wrath had stopt his surious flow Thou art the Man aspotless Pidgeon rather Who in thy mouth bringst fromth'Eternall Father The unexpected Sacrament of Peace That seales the Sermon of our Love and Grace And as the Turtle in her widdow-while Is never seen so much as once to smile But with continuall mourning doth bemoan The loss of her enamour'd Paragon So thou bewailing that the master-peece Thou didst at first seale with thy own impresse Should by a strangers stamp be stoln away And in destructions wandring paths to stray Com'st now at last and over Bether trips With loves exulting scalads shews and skips And cannot rest till in thy arms strict hold Thou doe thy deerest Minion reinfold Hence hence it is dread Nymph that sacred thou Not for a new Moons sake nor for a vow But for obedience to the Law wilt goe To Salem's Temple and in publick showe Be purifi'd and in thy
we know what discrepance of old The name of Jew and Gentile did unfold For whil'st unto the Lawes empire the Jew Did both his heart and haughty neck subdue Rebellious Japhet wandring in his pride Like to the wilde Asse turn'd his neck aside But now by this sole crosse they 're reconcil'd And unto Japhets sonnes is how reveal'd The myst'ry of godsinesse in such store That whil'st Christ as a Jew doth goe before Cyrenes Gentile sweetly walks behinde And in the Crosse doth consolation finde That Jew and Gentile bound and free and all Who for salvation hunger thirst and call May know that by the crosse of Christ alone The way is opened to Salvation Thus hath he bore his crosse it him must beare He under it did grone it him must reare And he whose power the world doth underprop Must by a cursed tree be now born up This engine of the crosse was strange and rare Appointed by the Romans in their warre For such as with a proud uplifted hand Their higher pow is injunctions did withstand And for all such whose hand did foile or stain Their Temples or their Idols did prophane This Crosse along the ground is lay'd and on It's torturing rack and large dimension Of height of bredth and length the glorious Christ Must be out stretch'd in every joynt and wrest That as the heav'ns are high above our head And as the East from Welt's distinguished And Hels deep center is contriv'd below So in his tort'ring Crucifix they show The program of their 〈◊〉 tyrrannie And the great patience of his Deâ—â—â—e Whil'st we poore men draw neer unto our death We wish that Natures hand should stop our breath We wish that paine and shame should not at tend Nor prove the Lacquaies of our latter end And last of all we wish that our last stage Should have the blessing of Gods heritage Of all those favours his Crosse's depriv'd And all their contrairs stand on it subscrib'd 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 For violence doth curb dame Natures hands And shame and torture at her right hand stands And where a blessing should have said farewell The cursed tree doth make that prop to faile All those beyond all humane trust doe run Against my Saviour with confusion Never did fountain from its bubling spout So rich a runnall to the world send out As did the Cinque ports of his bodies wound While perforat he lay upon the ground Never such shame did any man sustaine As he yet never did he once complain And last of all what curse is like to that Where heav'n rejects him who 's immaculat Those and all those my Saviour beyond measure Hath tasted at his glorious Fathers pleasore That had not he been very God and Man He surely should have perish'd in his pang But that great Godhead which in him did dwell Upholds him still and makes him to prevaile Thus to the Crosse he 's nail'd and with him two Base murth'ring malefactours in a row Were to their crosses also ty'd that they By their just sufferings in some fashion may His innocence obscure and make men think That he with them deserv'd like cup to drink Yet so hath Isay prophecy'd before And so it needs must come to passe what 's more His Crosse must over head import his Theam Jesus of Naz'reth Juries King by Name Whose foure acrostick letters doe imply This Hierogly prick stamp J. N. R. J. O how those three accursed crosses now Stand in resemblance that 't is hard to know Who in the trespasse or transgression's chiefe The Lamb or Lyon th' innocent or thiefe But heav'ns doe fully know it for from thence Thrice hath he had applause and eminence Earth know'th him also for his divine power Hath many times to sweet exchang'd their soure Devils of hell did also know'm for loe His own words pow'r their legion did ov'rthrow So heav'n and earth and hell and all must grant 'T is not the Crosse but Cause that makes the Saint O happy thrice and thrice thrice happy tree Though curs'd to some yet art thou bless'd to me For never man yet reap'd or could forth bring So bless'd a harvest from so curs'd a spring As thou hast done while death from thee did wrangle A blessed Quadrat from a curs'd Triangle Many sweet trees have grown up since the first Adam did by a trees fruit quench his thirst But never tree did any such fruit beare As on thy branches at this time appeare Faire Edens figge tree lent her leaves to hide The first mans sinfull stranefull outer side An Olive branch to Noah first display'd The Oceans rage was still'd and quite allay'd Aarons poore rod had such a secret worth That in one night it budded and brought forth Ripe Almonds Moses rod did smite the rock And living waters follow'd all the flock A piece of wood is cast in Mara's spring And sweeter draughts ne'er fountaine did forth bring A woodden pole a serpent doth uphold And who so by the Serpent's stung makes bold To look upon it straightway is made whole From all that poyson in his bones did role But all of those compar'd with thee proves naught No such a relish no such sugger'd draught Can man bring from them as is brought from thee Immortall life from curs'd mortalitie Yet doe not I or praise thy selfe or ground Whereon thou standst for better may be found But blessed be the Gardners hand for that Sweet bud he did in thee inoculat For such a fruit as thine was never seen The balme's blood-red the virtue 's alwayes green Whil'st thus he stands or hangs upon his crosse Some woefull women did bewaile his losse But thus he doth intreat them Weep no more For me you Daughters of Jerus'lem for To waile my sufferings thus is alwaies vaine Heav'ns have ordain'd it I doe not complain But if you weep weep for those woes which shall Upon this perverse generation fall For since the dayes of Noah till this houre Yea since fierce fire foule Sodome did devoure So deep a wrath and such consuming fire Was never kindled in th' Almighties ire Nor did his wrath burn ever halfe so hot Against a Nation for her Leprous spot As shall against this Nation shortly burn Till heav'ns high wrath their pride to ashes turn But ô thou heav'nly and most gratious Father Pardon their sinnes forgive their trespasse rather Then punish this their fault for Father now I doe perceive some know not what they doe Whil'st thus he hangs and payes our bloody ransome Hot in the conflict like another Sampson He cries I thirst straight doe they fill a cup With Wine and Myrrhe to him they reach it up He smelleth it but would nor drink at all For now he spies their mercy 's mix'd with gall This being done his soule is sore perplex'd And with his Fathers frowns for us so vex'd That he is forc'd to cry to th' ears of many O Eli Eli lamma Sabachthani Which by