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A11089
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Odes In imitation of the seauen penitential psalmes, vvith sundry other poemes and ditties tending to deuotion and pietie.
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Verstegan, Richard, ca. 1550-1640.
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all naked they him nail And reare it vp and wound him in the â—yde VVhich all the blest of heauen do be wayl VVhyle of the earth th'accursedst it deryde The swoord of sorow peirseth now the hart Of his lamenting mother in her dolour moste VVhose deere Sonnes sorrow and surmounting smart Now takes an end in yeilding of his ghoste The first glorious mysterie Conteyning the resurrection of Christe SVbdued sorrow glory now ensues For from the crosse the soule of Christ descending Bringes to expecting soules the cheereful newes Of heauens entrance their deâ—ynments ending And to his corps his ghoste return'd againe Triumphant raiseth it from closed toombe Terror vnto the actors of his paine VVhose hate and death and hel is ouercome And glory that his sorowes now had chased Extinguisht wo in his kynde mothers hart And glory there and in all others placed That of his anguish had sustayned parte The second glorious mysterie Conteyning the ascention of Christe into heauen WHen forty dayes the day had ouerpast Of that now lyf that Christe from death had taken He did resolue his heauens returne at last To leaue the world that had him first forsaken And hauing to his mother now appeered And also vnto his apostles true Confirmd in faith and in his glory cheered On Oliue mount he biddes them all adieu And there liftes vp himself to sacred blis Th' unworthy world no more him so retaynes And all the glory that in heauen is To him is yeilded and to him remaynes The third glorious mysterie Conteyning the coming downe of the holy Ghost PLac'd in his throne and glorious chaire of state Our louing Lord regardful of oâ—â— weal VVould let no more then ten dayes run their date Ere he his keeping promis would reueal VVhat tyme his mother and disciples bent In secret wyse to inuocate his name Down vnto them his holy Ghost he sent VVith glorious fyre their hartes for to enflame And to conioyne to his Churche now begonne That spirit of truthe that euer must it guyde In only truthe whyle shyneth any Sun Maugre the woorst of daunted hellish pryde The fourth glorious mysterie Conteyning the assumption of our blessed Lady WHen hence to parte the virgin did obtayne The Hierarchies their due attendance gaue To bring her sin-lesse soule to endlesse raigne VVhyle saintes on earth brought her pure corps to graue VVhich therein laid and found thence â—o be tane Makes pietie to faith to recomend That soone her soule to earth return'd againe And tooke her corps and did therewith ascend A due prerogatiue and due alone Vnto that body that had borne a chyld As neuer did nor neuer shal do none That neuer was with thought of sin defyld The fyft glorious mysterie Conteyning the coronation of our blessed Lady ASsumpted so with soule and corps combyned As glorious as at last the blest shal-bee And placed in her princely seat asygned Lyke 〈◊〉 woorthy self appeered shee And that eternal euer three in one There crowned her the highest heauens Queene VVhere angels yeilded honor to her throne As seemly might to her estate bee seene And shee that earst replenisht was with grace Now plac'd where grace flowes out in plenties store VVhere as shee sees her sonnes most gratious face And sues for such as sue to her therefore AVE MARIA HAil Marie filled ful of grace Our Lord remaines with thee And thow among'st thy sexes race Remainest blest to bee And as thow blessed did'st become So did'st thow blessed bring The blessed frute that from thy wombe So blessedly did spring Both now and when wee yeild our ghoste To him prefer our case Because his mercy lasteth moste And thow art ful of grace EPITHETES OF OVR BLESSED LADY Templum Dei WHen God would from the heaueÌ„s to earth his progres take No pallace there he found that might him entertaine Saue one rare edifice which earth-quake could not shake The woorthiest woork of praise that might on earth remaine Faire court of sanctitie made holier for his sake That thee the Temple made his presence to conteyne O Temple where as God voutsafed for to bee Stil may wee him adore adoring stil in thee Porta Caeli WHen grace came froÌ„ aboue then wa'st thou made the gate By which it entred heer brought the hope of blis Which hope in hartes of men remaineth stil in state And stil through faith and loue aliue preserued is Then since thow wa'st the dore for grace this to relate So art thow heauens gate and wel accordeth this That as God vnto men did thee his entrance make Men entrance vnto God againe by thee may take Scale Caeli HOw may our heauy load enclyning to descend Ascend vp in the ayre beyond the egles flight Except by such a guyde as wil assistance lend And can from step to step direct the passage right Or rather her owne self vs better to defend The ladder wil become that scaleth heauens height By whose degrees of grace to blis we may attaine And in our mounting vp not to fall downe againe Electa vt Sol. BRaue ornament of heau'n and comforter of kynde Of whome the shyning Sun doth but the shadow seeme Which as it is elect and hath his place assygn'd Aboue the planets all in earthly eyes esteeme Aboue all sainctes to thee is woorthely resygn'd The seat in supreame blis that best doth thee beseeme Where thy faire beauteous face no foggy cloudes can hyde But chosen there by grace in beauty do'st abyde Pulchra vt Luna WHen Phâ—bus fyrie steedes in compassing the ground Leaue night behynde their backs til they againe returne Then that there should some light in darcknes yet be found Faire Phobe staies behynde supplying Phâ—bus turne Where shee through borrowed light in beauty doth abound And cheers therewith the earth that might in darcknes mourne So thy faire influence faire Cynthia vs extend Which thy most bounteous sonne doth thee most freely lend Stella Maris BRight shyning star by sea in lands abandon'd fight At once apparent seene on either syde the spherre The goodly guyd of all and guyding all aright That in this raging sea ensue thy brightnes cleer And bending not there cours to such illuding light As may mislead to wrack ear danger do apeer For thy direction leades vnto the porte of rest Those guyded by thy self whose guydance is the best Ciuitas Dei FAire Citie stately buylt by singular deuyce Of that great Architeckt who is of greatest arte With all those goodly stones that are esteem'd of pryce Which to this fairest woork their fairnesse do conuert And through far aquaducts from springes of paradise The waters thether led which do refresh the hart And to octroy this towne with all-surpassing fame The buylder here himself a Citizen became Turris Dauid HIgh Tower of stately porte and far to be descry'd And far from thence againe the world about to view It self the centinel that therein doth abyde To giue aduyce of foes or danger to ensue Wel
my il and speake my scorns And when they smyle Their hate admittes no tyme of stay To study fraud and guyle But I alas with patience prest Must all for-beare Lyke to the dumb and seeming deaf I neither speak nor heare And for because o gratious God I trust in thee Thow wilt I know my louing Lord Giue eare and ayd to mee Let not o Lord my foes preuaile Least they reioyce Sith scars my feet I may remoue But they aduance their voice Of my misdeedes I am prepard To beare the smart Stil is my sin before my sight And sorrow in my hart I wil reuolue my faultes fore-past Amiddes my mynde And those I truly wil confesse That I may mercy fynde Hate hath confirmd on me my foes In wrongful wyse And stil they liue and do encrease VVhose enuy neuer dies They yeild me il that gaue them good And me defy Because I goodnesse would ensue From which they seeke to fly Forsake me not o Lord my God In state destrest Be redy Lord to my relief My lyf in thee doth rest To Father Sonne and holy Ghost All glory bee From former endlesse date to dure To all eternitie AMEN In imitation of the fourth penitential Psal Beginning Miserere mei Deus Psal 50. HAue mercy o good God on mee In greatnesse of thy grace O Let thy mercies manifold My many faultes deface Foule filthy loath-some vgly sin Hath so defyled me VVith streames of pittie wash me cleane Els cleane I cannot bee To wel my foule vnclensed crymes Remembrance do renew To plaine in anguish of my hart They stand before my view To thee alone o Lord to thee Thease euilles I haue donne And in thy presence wo is mee That ere they were begun But since thow pardon promisest VVhere hartes-true-ruthe is showne Shew now thy mercies vnto mee To make thy iustnesse knowne That such as do infringe thy grace Be made asham'd and shent As ryfe thy mercies to behold As sinners to repent VVith fauour view my foule deffects In crymes I did begin My nature bad my mother fraile Conceau'd I was in sin But since thy self affectest truthe And truthe it self is thee I truly hope to haue thy grace From sin to set me free Since to thy faithful thow before The secret scyence gaue VVhereby to know what thow would'st spend The sinful world to saue VVhose heav'nly hysope sacred droppes Shal me besprinckle so That it my sin-defyled soule Shal wash more whyte then snow O when myne eares receaue the sound Of such my soules release How do sin-laden lymmes reioyce At hattes true ioyes encrease From my misdeedes retyre thy sight View not so foule a staine First wype a way my spots impure Then turne thy face againe A cleane and vndefyled hart O God creat in mee Let in me Lord of righteousnesse A spirit infused bee From that most glorious face of thyne O cast me not away Thy holy Ghoste voutsafe o God VVith mee that it may stay The ioy of thy saluation Lord Restore to me againe And with thy spryte of graces chief Confirme it to remaine That when at thy most gracious hand My sutes receaued bee The impious I may instruckt How they may turne to thee For when o Lord I am releast From vengeance and from blood How ioyful shal I speak of thee So gratious and so good Thow Lord wilt giue me leaue to speak And I thy praise wil shew For so the graces do requyre Thow doest on me bestow If thow sin-offringes had'st desyr'd As wonted weere to bee How gladly those for all my illes I would haue yeilded thee But thow accepts in sacrifise A sorowing soule for sin Despysing not the hart contryte And humbled mynde within Deale gratiously o louing Lord In thy free bounties wil VVith Syon thy dere spouse in earth And fortify it stil That so thow maiest thence receaue That soueraigne sacryfise From alter of all faithful hartes Deuoutly where it lies To thee o Father glory bee And glory to the Sonne And glory to the holy Ghost Eternally be donne AMEN In imitation of the fyft penitential Psal Beginning Domine exaudi orationem meam Psal 101. O Let o Lord thyne eares enclyned bee To heare the prayers that I make to thee And my hartes grief that breaketh forth in cryes O let it haue the power to pearce the skyes Turne not from me thy fauourable face VVhat day or howre I am in heauy case But when I call to thee in my destresse O heare me Lord and send me soone redresse My dayes and yeares alas with litle gaine Lyke vnto smoke how are they past in vaine My forces Lord how are they partch'd and dry Deuotions lack yeilds moisture no supply The blasted grasse my image now can shew My withered hart confirmes that it is so And I forgotten haue vnto my grief To eat the bread of my soules best relief And my too much regard of earthly care Before my self for grace I could prepare Made reason to abandon reason quyte And to affection fast it self vnyte Bur now o Lord since that I do begin To see my self and know the shame of sin From earthly traine I wil retyre my mynde Thee wil I seeke my sauing helth to fynde In desert lyke as liues the Pelicane Or as the crow that doth day light refraine Or chirping sparow sitting all alone I shrowd I watche retyr'd I make my mone But whyle O Lord I do endure this lyf Expecting peace by fleeing wordly stryf Old freindes I fynde become new noysome foes O loue me Lord for losse of loue of those My penance not restraind through scorne of theirs My food I take with ashes with teares Thee more I feare least thow on me should'st frowne That can'st mee raise and raising cast me downe My dayes declyne as doth a shadow passe And I as hay that whylome was as grasse But thow from age to age shalt euer bee Then euermore o Lord forget not mee Voutsafe o Lord in puissance to aryse To raise thy Sion that depressed lies Now is the tyme the tyme doth now expyre It mercy wantes and mercy doth desyre This glorious woork was first begun by thee Thy seruants earst were glad the stones to see And they wil grieue with hartes-afflicted care If so the ruynes thow do'st not repare But when o Lord thy woorks shal shew thy fame The faithlesse people then shal feare thy name And eartly kinges shal bend their glory downe At thy celestial glorie and renowne Because thy Churche thy Syon thow did'st buyld VVhere thow would'st euer haue thy honor hild And haest not vnregarded hard the plaint Of faithful folk thrall'd in vntruths restraint And that no tyme remembrance may impare Of thy maintayned woork and mercy rare Let people now for people to ensew Thy prayse record thy praises to renew For from high heauen to this low earthly place From blis to bale our Lord enclynes his face The groanes to hear the greiued to releasse