Philosopher is dead in his owne bodie and liueth in anothers then how commeth it to passe my sonne if this reason doo holde that I liue not in thee who loue thee so dearly If it be true that ther are two tearms in all motions the one from whence the thing parteth the other whether it is resorted why is it not this lyfe that hath lefte thee incorporated in my bodie and my life which should forsake my bodie possessed of thine Our loues are in the highest degree perfect why haue not then these causes their effects Why liuest thou not my sonne Why moue not these handes with mine Why stirres not this hart with mine Why open not these eyes with mine Why speakes not this mouth with mine Oh my God except it bee imperfection of my bodie I know nothing can withdrawe thy lyfe from me By it I liue by thy spirit my spirit breatheth only my life is not in thy body because it is vnworthie to expresse it vnworthie to animate thy heart open thine eyes quicken thy handes and tongue and thy life is not in mine because my bodie is vnable to contain it yet a sparke of thy spirit is my loue and a beame of this loue is my desire which by kisses I breath into thy lippes which though it actually worke not in thee yet by effectuall wil I wish it in thee What I can giue of my life I lauishly haue spent on thee my life liueth in my bodie though my body liue not til thy bodie inioy life the life of my bodie is liuelesse onely my charitie which is in me taken from thee who art the tree ' of life and fountaine of charity maketh my bodie liuing in spight of my will and inforceth all my senses through vehemencie of my spirit to worke theyr offices in a liuelesse body and a hartlesse creature which liueth onelie by thee and cannot liue but in thee so if I liue I liue forcibly till thou liue And to verefie this philosophie in that I loue thee truly I leaue my selfe to liue in thee onely by the liuing charity which is in me my handes imbrace thee as they doo mine eies bewaile thee with teares and euerie other parte worketh as thou wouldest Ah Lord now see I the reason of my deadlie lyfe and thy wounding death thou the hope of the disconsolate art crucified thou the fountaine of life art troubled how can my life then bee fruitfull who was ingraffed by thee Or thy death bee but wounding when thou the fountayne by whom I liue art dried vp by death If of contraries there growe a contrarie reason why shoulde I feare The wicked sayth Iob shall neuer departe out of darknesse the flame shall drie vp their branches with the blasts of Gods mouth shall they bee taken awaie What then shall become of the godly If the wicked dwell in darknesse they shall inioye light If the flame dry vp their branches the children of the righteous shall bee like Oliue branches if the godlesse be blasted by Gods mouth the innocent shall bee blessed with his benefites Then what shoulde I feare And what not hope Thou knowest me ô Lord my father how I have conceiued in ' innocencie and hated the workes of darknesse thou knowest my sonne hath suffered in innocencie let therefore the fruit of my wombe florish let thy promises be accomplished in Iacob thy couenant in Israel Though death hath blasted the branch by a winter of others sinne let the spring of thy mercie comfort the roote and animate the bowes so shall thy terrors and promises be accoÌ„mplished in both sortes The waight of their shames shall weigh downe the euill the workes of the iust shall preuaile before thy mercie seate There are two teares O Lorde wherewith thou art pleased the one of ioy and praise the other of sorow and lamentation I wepte the teares of ioye when thou blessedst my wombe I weepe the tears of sorow because the hope of my daies is decaid Quicken him O Lord and incourage mee and as I receiued him with delight nourished him with care wept for him with ioy and lost him with griefe so let mee recouer him with coÌ„fort who wept for him through discontent losse and behold him in his resurrection and triumph in his ascention that pleasing In either sort of teares I maye praise thee for both sortes of mercie O my bodie thou hast passed the wildernesse of woe no rocke hath beene so kinde to yeeld thee an eccho my only breast by often beating on hath ecchoed my stripes so that in my self I haue had the cause of complaint report Oh my soule thou hast been sifted by incessant sorrow all thy intellectual powers discurfiue parts haue beene plagued by themselues and supposing their weale lost they intertaine no hope to come Thus plagued in bodie and distressed in soule sate poore Marie a holy and happie virgin enacting hir griefe with her armes when she had ouerforced both her tongue and eies with compassion briefely her paine impatience beeing so great as her wordes could not expresse it hir desires so importunat as they exceeded all her delightes The image of her griefe before her and the domage of her losse within her shee sownded on the senselesse earth and being conueied to her oratorie by the holy assistance the sacred bodie of Christ was bound vp and borne to the sepulchre FINIS Chrisost. in Genes Bernard Homil 2. de virgin Ieremy 9. 1 Reg 30 Chri hoâ—de Io Baptist Hier. in 44 Ezechiel Greg Nissen de nat Dom Bernard super missus hortum condusum c Bernard Granaten li. meditationuÌ„ 2. Reg. 1 salme 102 em 14 â—salme 50 Enigma inextricabil-Maria est virgo mater sponsa filia Benedictus in vita Marie Bernard in Medit. Granatensis lib de vita Christi Ambrose in Math. sech 2 Prouerb 6 â—â—â—aeseos â—enes 37 â—id 6 â—â— 14 AnimaÌ„ nullus potest occidere Math 10 Ierem. 107 Ierem. 59 Esay 38 Ambrose â—ust 〈…〉 Ambrose Hicrome Ad Tu. 20 â—â—gust 〈◊〉 5 â—â—gust in â—â—dam serâ—â—em de Iudicij Innocentius Hiero. super Matth. â—â—gust lib. â—â—put Bernard Bernard Libro de natura rerum Anselmus Gen 1 Anselme Cant 4 Psalm 1 Hier. de nomimbus Sibil Erichea Et breuis egressus Maria de virginis aluo Exaita est nouatua 2 Reg. 6 Albumazar li. 6 in inter Cic Famil 6 Gregorie Barnard Bernar. li. de disp prec Deut. 32 Libro de logostileos Iohn 20 Apoc 20 Iohn 8 Americus Card in prol suo lib Math 8 Phil. 2 1 Reg. 2 Rom 1i Iohn 1 Luke 4 Mirabantur ludei quomodo literas seisset Marke 20 Anselme Amb. hom 1. lib. 1 1 Dionisius August in Psalm 38 August in Psalm 10 August in Psalm 41 Iob i August li 12 de ciuitate Dei Phil 30 Rom 8 Numquid potest Athiops mutare pellem suain aui paidus varietate 〈◊〉 Ambrose li. de paâ—ad ho. 32 quest 133 art 1 â—â—ay â—9 Plato in Gorgia Abissus abissum inuocat Psalm 41 Ex frequentatione actu um genetatur habitus Arist Categ Rom. 6 Iohn 8 Quicquid patimur peccata nostra merueâ—â—â—t Granaten Paral. 15 Bernard 4 Reg. â— Eccles. 21 〈◊〉 4 1. b 5 4. Reg 13 Arist. libro Phil. 1 2 Corint 12 Ieremy 6 Marke 11 2 Pet 5 Psal 〈◊〉 Iesâ—â— 9 Phil. 23 Cant 8 Bernard 〈◊〉 4 Col 1 Eccle. 27 Zach 16 Iob 81 Tul Offi. 1 Greg. libro â— Dialog August Arist Polit 1
the faithfull Yours T. L. ERRATA Io A 4 page li. 18 for sonne hath died read son died In the 6 p li 14 for sonne read syen in the 7 li 4 for rest read rest l 19 for lost read lest p 8 l. 8 for queen read quiet p. 9 l 16 17 read one indiuided graue might burie two indiuid p 10 l 16 hart read hearse p 12 l 4 for dissolution read desolation In C p 8 li 3 for a tree read fiue p 10 li 11 read them beeing reproued p 13 l 17 desires read disasters In D p 16 Odâ—tus read Odilus E In p 1 l 20 mortuam read mortuum THE TEARES of MARIE the mother of Christ. AS soone as our Sauioure had paide the tribute of our redemption on the tree of the Crosse and suffered in the flesh for the offences of fleshly men iust and compassionate Ioseph with his associates who had begged the bodie and taken the true Isaac from the pile of the sacrifice wrapped the prison of Christs eternitie in fayre linnen clothes addressing himselfe to beare him to his sepulchre but Mary the maiden mother who during the time of his passion had welnigh emptied all the riuers of her compassion rifled the treasures of her remorse to lament her sonnes most tragike martyrdome accompanying her deuotion with their duty as they wrapt him shee wept him as fitie zeale assisted their hands sounding griefe wrought on hir heart her eie grudged at that their hands did execute and hir eyes onely griefe was so vehement that they executed themselues in executing griefe Ahlas amiable Ladie howe satest thou like the desolate turtle weeping thy make How many legions of miseries were armed against thy sole singular patience Thy dead ioyes gaue thy sorows fâ—â—ck sorrow was so actiue in thee as if thou hadst bin wholy resolued into sorrowe They that beheld thy griefe were amazed to beholde it yet thou in suffring it thoughtest all to little for him thou sufferedst Thou flaming bush replenished with fire yet neuer burning thou flourishing rod of Aaron swiftly springing thou lock of Gedeon filled with celestiall dew how neere neighbours were thy lips to the dere lips of thy sonne How redy were thy handes to discouer thy cause of griefe to the end thou mightest couer those lims which did coÌ„fort thee in life Thornes could not let thee froÌ„ kissing his torne face froÌ„ his dead countenance grew thy disconsolate comfort The suppose of what hee was made thee greeue that so he is the hope of that he would be gouerned and bridled the sorrow wherein thou wouldest be Ah faire among the daughters of Sion hee that had seene thy cheeks like clusters of grapes in Engaddi become more pale than the frosty face of Apennine hee that had seene the mother imbrued in the bloud of her Sonne the Son bedewed with his mothers teares coulde hee leaue off teares except hee had for sworne them Oh ye Angels of peace weep with this virgin mourne heauens droup starres the Lord of heauen hath suffered and Marie sigheth for him the Sonne hath dyed for all the mother deads her heart with sorow for the Lorde of all his dead bodie is the mirror of her losse her liuely griese is the motion and spirite of her loue she exclaimes on cuerie sense but they forsake their offices his eies will not beholde her his tongue will not salute her his handes will not imbrace her his eares will not heare her yet yeldeth her charitie such vigour to all her senses that in looking on him shee seemeth to giue his dead eie a second sight his deaf eare a relenting attention his senselesse armes and hands a habite of imbrace only seeing the tong the vnkindest member in requiting her she betrothed her tongue to complaint and thus most pensiuely lamented O my God lend mine eyes a well of teares for they must weepe a worlde of wrongs Let the voice of my complaintes pearce the heauens and let the centre shake to heare my shriks Ahlas this day must I be tender hauing as many sorrows to weepe for as daies to liue and no daie to liue that hath not his legion of sorrowes Mine eyes breake my heart when I consider what my heart must discharge by mine eyes Oh Lord thou seest my wrong take thou my cause vpon thee for an infinite passion is required to lament my infinite losse I am the tygresse depriued of her young whelp the sacred tree that haue lost my sonne that altar of heauen who want my sacrifice the throne of Salomon who faile my king the orientall gate who lacke the bridegrome I am the root of Iesse the high mountain the ladder of Iacob the propitiatorie the tower of Dauid the terrestrial paradise yet am I not in this that I want my braunch I lack my increase I faile of my Angell I am'depriued of my tenant I am robbed of my keeper and rest of my citizen Come yee daughters of Ierusalem and weepe with mee beholde hee that leadeth captiuitie captiue is nowe a captiue and I in looking on am a caitiue Beholde the golde that was bright is become dimme the doues eyes are growen darke the growing Lillye is quite choaked by thornes weepe yee foolish virgins your bridegroome is parted Feede with poore Marie on the bread of tribulation for I haue lost a sonne and you lost your Sauiour Ah looke with mee you iudiciall eyes of Israell beholde riches apparelled in pouertye beautie obscured in darknes charitie exemplified in death death crucified by charitie Beholde him whose beautie the Sunne Moon admire whose maiesty the heauens and earth reuerence whose wisedome yeeldes wisedome to the queene of Angels by whose beautie the colledge of all happie soules are maintained beholde him liuelesse to get you lyfe breathlesse for your benefite naked to giue you clothing wounded for your weal bleeding for your behest and can you chuse but weepe with the mother the losse of such a sonne Red waxe in the Sunne becommeth white hard diamondes in vineger waxe softe one Summer ripes many fruites since then the Sunne of iustice hath shined vpon you be ye mollified like waxe lenyified like diamonds tipened like fruite that the water of angels may drop from your eies that the fire of charitie may cause compassion distill from your braines so that weeping with me so great a losse as I weepe the world may know the want of him we weepe for I lifte not vp my voice with Esau to weepe hee found a brother I haue lost a sonne Iacob kissed Rachel and wept for ioy to see her I kisse the bodie of my sonne and weepe because I see him not Oh would my Rachel might bee his woundes woulde my concubine were his crosse would his winding cloathes were my wedding coats indiuided graue might bear to indiuided heartes The daughters of Israel wepte ouer Saul and hee a wicked king O yee daughters of Ierusalem weepe
shew the horrour of thy offence power was made desolate Oh stony heart be not so obstinate let teares drop from thine eyes to recompence the bloud pouring from his wounds sigh bitterly with him that praied earnestlye for thee What is this sinne sayest thou that inforceth such a sacrifice That which maketh all men in the world flie from their saluation and runne after theyr owne concupiscences without anie feare that which leadeth men downe to hell that which blindeth the vnderstanding that which maketh men like vnto foolish beastes for as beastes incline themselues to earthly pleasures so sinners betroth themselues to worldly desires that which maketh men seeke onely those things which are of the flesh that which maketh men esteem their belly for their God Sinners are compared to hogs by their detracting for as the hogge deuoureth doung so detracting sinfull men other mens sinnes and filthines For lecherie they are compared vnto a horse for folly and slownesse to an asse for their solicitude worldlie care to an oxe for their curious cōuersations to an ape for their inconsiderate boldnes to a lyon for their crueltie to a beare for their vanitie to libards for their crafte to a foxe Sinne is the trangression of the laws of God and the disobedience of his commandements Sinne is the contrarie to nature sinne draweth vs from the soueraigne good to make vs subiect to brittle fraile and mutable pleasures Sinne diuideth vs from God To conclude as the Ethnike witnesseth the sinner is onely miserable Sinne depriueth man of eternall beatitude banisheth him from heauen confineth him with hell despoileth him of graces exileth him from paradice Briefely it maketh him the most miserable amongest miserable Sinne peruerteth the order of nature impugneth our reason vigeth our sensualitie sin blindeth the spirite darkneth the vnderstanding ordained to contemplate spirituall things Sinne soileth and infecteth the solue depriueth it of her nuptiall garment and maketh it filthie and loathsome according to that of the Prophet Denigrata est super carbones facies eius Sinne after it hath blinded the vnderstanding hardeneth the heart and maketh obstinate in iniquitie whence commeth the habitude of sinne which is the extremitie of sinne and as Philosophers conclude another nature Hee that sinneth whatsoeuer he be either king in his diadem prince in his purple poore in his miserie he is the slaue of sinne who therefore by sinne is giuen ouer as a praie to vices looseth his libertie and cannot resist his vnhappines See sinner see what horror what confusion Look with what foes you are inuironed that you may knowe the greatnes of your deliuerance you are vncurable by sinne Christ healeth you you are separated from God from the Angels from the Patriarkes Prophets Apostles and Martyrs by sin and Iesus restoreth you you are impouerished by sinne and hee inricheth you you are made abhominable and hee blesseth you O if you knewe howe abiecte wretched a sinfull soule is you woulde resist it saieth a father euen vnto the death Waries plagues famine the whips of God sicknesse dishonours and aduersity the tooles of his correction howe light trifles are these in comparison of loathsome sinne Tyrannies iniuries oppressions the fury of the fire the danger of water the contagion of aire the trembling of the earth finally all the complements of euils which persecute man proceed from sinne so that rightlye it maye bee sayde all that which the wretched suffer their sinnes haue deserued it Oh the horrour of sinne oh the terrible issues thereof wretched men take heede and looke about you let your haires stand vpright for verie fright and let your bloud flie to your heart to comfort it in the extremity of your thoughts no punishment can satisfie for it no death can recompence for it but the flames of hell eternall in theyr extremitie extreame in their eternitie Oh harde hearted soules solde and quite giuen ouer to your owne sensualities beholde the issues of your euill liues beholde your martirdomes for crucifying Christ if you reconcile not weep with him you shall haue perpetuall darknesse without light you shall be depriued of Gods presence a greater tormēt to the damned than may be expressed fire shall burne you vnquenchably darknes shall blind you vnseparably conscience shal accuse you incessantly deuills shall persecute you eternally cries cursinges and blasphemies shall hant you continually desolation and discomfort shall detaine you perpetually Finally without remorse in life there is no redemption after death O Iesus my son how rich art thou in compassiō thou onely healest these wounds recouerest these harmes It is thou onely that canst dull the sting of this death thy bloud onely satisfieth for these defaults Ah deare Lord thou art worthie of teares thou deseruest remorse thou hast purchased compassion Oh woful spectacle for men to weepe at for angels to sigh at Oh sacrifice for sinne O attonement for offences oh seale of redemption O contemplation to extort teares to behold innocencie martired with so many and grieuous wounds Oh libertie taken prisoner oh truth accused oh innocencie whipped oh iustice condemned oh glorie discruciate oh life dead and crucified oh highnesse of charitie oh basenesse of humilitie oh greatnes of mercie oh excesse of bountie Thou hast wept for all art bewailed of none thou hast borne many hurts to cure a few hearts thou hast bene a corrosiue to thy mother to be a cordiall to men but men weepe thee not they passe by wagging their heads at my woe hiding their faces least they shuld be inforced to bewaile thee Theyr hearts are become adamants loathing to spende teares themselues they grieue to grace my teares by hearkning to them Ah heauenly father let me consume with sorrow till I see him let my life passe like a tale that is told let my soul that mourneth within me giue a libel of diuorce to this flesh that I in spirit may seeke him out who in the flesh did glorifie me Thou that rainedst vppon the earth fortie daies to reuenge thee on the rebellious open the cloudes of thy compassion ouer mee that they weeping on mee and I with them I may be drowned in them innocencie may be quickned by me All Iudah Israel mourned for Iosiaz shall teares want to bewaile Iesus See my sonne I will beare thy crosse on my shoulders imprint thy passisions in my heart I will beat so long vpon my breast that the eccho therof shall pearce all eares I will sigh so long till the furnace of my charitie steame out my hart and the winged chast affections of my soul soare heauens search earth finde my sonne or forsake my soule Ah my son no Absolon a sinner but Iesus a sauiour The root of my hope is waxed olde and the stocke thereof is dead in the ground When shal these closed eies open to warme him as his sonne When shall thy breath quicken and cheere my