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The life and death of the most blessed among women, the Virgin Mary mother of our Lord Iesus VVith the murder of the infants in Bethlehem, Iudas his treason, and the confession of the good theife and the bad.
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Taylor, John, 1580-1653.
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STC 23770; ESTC S103494
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there was light He that made all things with his mighty might He by whom all things haue their life and breath He humbled himselfe vnto the death Vnto the death of the curst crosse this he This he this he of hee s did stoope for me For me this welspring of my soules reliefe Did suffer death on either hand a Theife The one of them had run a theeuing race Rob'd God of glory and himselfe of grace He wanted liuely faith to apprehend To end his life for life that ne'ere shall end With faithlesse doubts his minde is armed stiffe And doth reuile our Sauiour with an If If that thou be the Sonne of God quoth he Come from the Crosse and saue thy selfe and me The other Theife arm'd with a sauing faith Vnto his fellow turn'd and thus he saith Thou guilty wretch this man is free and cleare From any crime for which he suffers here We haue offended we haue iniur'd many But this man yet did neuer wrong to any We iustly are condemn'd he false accus'd He hath all wrong all right to vs is vs'd He 's innocent so are not thou and I We by the law are iustly iudg'd to die Thus the good theife euen at his latest cast Contrary to a theife spake truth at last And looking on our Sauiour faithfully Whilst Christ beheld him with a gracious eye These blest words were his prayers totall summe O Lord when thou shalt to thy kingdome come Remember me Our Sauiour answer'd then A doctrine to confute despairing men Thou who by liuely faith laist hold on me This day in Paradise with me shalâ— be Thus as this Theifes life was by theft supply'd So now he stole Heauens Kingdome when he dy'd And I doe wish all Christians to agree Not'liue as ill but dye as well as he Presumptious sinnes are no way here excus'd For here but one was sau'd and one refus'd Despaire for sinnes hath here no rule or ground For as here 's one was lost so one was found To teach vs not to sinne with wilfull pleasure And put repentance off to our last leasure To shew vs though we liu'd like Iewes Turks Yet Gods great mercy is aboue his workes To warne vs not ' presume or to despaire Heer 's good example in this theiuing paire These seas of care with zealous fortitude This Virgin pas'd amongst the multitude Oh gracious patterne of a sex so bad Oh the supernall patience that she had Her zeale her constancy her truth her loue The very best of women her doth proue Maids wiues mothers all conforme your liues To hers the best of women maids or wiues But as her Sonnes death made her woes abound His Resurrection all griefe did confound She saw him vanquish't and in glorious And after saw him Victor most victorious She saw him in contempt to lose his breath And after that she saw him conquer death She saw him blest a cursed death to dye And after saw him rise triumphantly Thus she that sorrowed most had comfort most Ioy doubly did returne for gladnes lost And as before her torments tyranniz'd Her ioy could after not be equaliz'd Her Sonnes all wondred resurrection Her Sauiours glorious ascention And last the holy Ghost from heauen sent downe These mighty mercies all her ioyes did crowne Suppose a man that were exceeding poore Had got a thousand tunnes of golden ore How would his heart be lifted vp with mirth At this great masse of treasure most part earth But to be rob'd of all in 's height of glory Would not this lucklesse man be much more sory Then euer he was glad for in the minde Griefe more then ioy doth most abiding finde But then suppose that after all this losse The gold is well refined from the drosse And as the poore man doth his losse complaine His wealth more pure should be restor'd againe Amid'st his passions in this great reliefe I doubt not but his ioy would conquer griefe Euen so our blessed Lady hauing lost Her ioy her Iewell she esteemed most Her all in all the heauen and earths whole treasure Her gracious heart was grieued out of measure But when she found in him triumphant state No tongue or pen her ioy could then relate She lost him poore and bare and dead and cold She found him rich most glorious to behold She lost him when vpon his backe was hurld The burthen of the sinnes of all the world She lost him mortall and immortall found him for crown of thorns a crown of glory crownd him Thus all her griefes her losse her cares and paine Return'd with ioyes inestimable gaine But now a true relation I will make How this blest Virgin did the world forsake T' is probable that as our Sauiour bid Saint Iohn to take her home that so he did And it may be suppos'd she did abide With him and in his house vntill she di'de Iohn did out liue th'Apostles euery one For when Domitian held th' Emperiall throne To'th Ile of Pathmos he was banisht then And there the Reuelation he did pen But whilst Iohn ar Ierusalem did stay God tooke the blessed Virgins life away For after Christs ascension it appeares She on the earth suruiued fifteene yeares Full sixty three in all she did indure A sad glad pilgrimage a life most pure At sixty three yeares age her life did fade Her soule most gracious was most glorious made Where with her Son her Sauiour her Lord God She euerlastingly hath her abode In such fruition of immortall glory Which cannot be discrib'd in mortall story There mounted meeke she sits in Maiestie Exalted there is her humility There she that was adorned full of Grace Beholds her Maker and Redeemers face And there is she amongst all blessed spirits By imputation of our Sauiours merits She there shall euer and for euer sing Eternall prayse vnto th' Eternall King When she had payd the debt that all must pay When from her corps her soule was past away To Getsemany with lamenting cheare Her sacred body on the beere they beare There in the earth a Iewell was interd That was before all earthly wights preferd That holy wife that mother that pure maid At Getsemany in her graue was laid Lenuoy This worke deserues the worke of better wit But I like Pilate say What 's writ is writ If it be lik'd poore artles I am glad And Charity I hope will mend what 's bad I know my selfe the meanest amongst men The most vnlearned'st that ere handled pen But as it is into the world I send it And therefore pray commend it or come mend it FINIS