his quiet slumbers lest You rouze a raging Lyon from his rest 9. WHo euer lou'd that euer lou'd as I That for his sake renounce my selfe denie The worlds best Ioyes and haue the world forgone Who euer lou'd so deare as I haue done I sought my Loue and found him lowly laide Beneath the tree of Loue in whose sweet shade Hee rested there his eye sent forth the fire That first enflam'd my amorous desire 10. MY dearest Spouse O seale me on thy heart So sure that enuious Earth may neuer part Our joyned Soules let not the world remoue My chaste desires from so choise a Loue For O my loue 's not sleight her flames are serious Was neuer Death so powerfull so imperious My jealous zeale is a consuming fire That burnes my soule through feare and fierce desire 11. FIres may be quencht and flames though ne'r so great With many drops shall faint and lose their heat But these quicke fires of loue the more supprest The more they flame in my inflamed brest How darke is Honour how obscure and dimme Is earths bright glorie but compar'd with Him How foule is Beautie what a toyle is Pleasure How base is Wealth how base a thing is Treasure 12. I Haue a Sister which by thy diuine And bounteous Grace our Marriage shall make thine Shee is mine owne myne onely Sister whome My mother bare the youngest of her Wombe Shee 's yet a Childe her beautie may improue Her brests and small and yet too greene for loue When Time and Yeares shall adde perfection to her Say dearest Loue what honour wilt thou doe her BRIDEGROOME SONET XXII IF shee be faire and with her beautie proue As chaste as loyall to her virgin-Loue As thou hast bin then in that high degree I 'le honour her as I haue honour'd thee Be shee as constant to her Vestall vow And true to her deuoted Faith as Thou I 'le Crowne her head and fill her hand with Power And giue a Kingdome to her for a Dower BRIDE SONET XXIII WHen Time shall ripen these her greene desires And holy Loue shall breath her heauenly fires Into her Virgin brest her heart shall bee As true to loue as I am true to thee O when thy boundlesse bountie shall conjoyne Her equall-glorious Maiestie with mine My joyes are perfect then in Sacred bands Wedlocke shall couple our espoused hands BRIDEGROOME SONET XXIIII I Am thy Gard'ner Thou my fruitfull Vine Whose rip'ned Clusters swell with richest Wine The vines of Solomon were not so faire His Grapes were not so precious as thine are His vines are subiect to the vulgar will Of hired hands and mercinarie skill Corrupted Carles are merrie with his Vines And at a price returne their batter'd Wines 2. BVt mine 's a Vineyard which no ruder hand Shall touch subjected to my sole command My selfe with this laborious arme will dresse it My presence with a busie eye shall blesse it O Princely Solomon thy thriuing vine Is not so faire so bountifull as mine Thy greedie sharers claime an earned hire But mine 's reseru'd and to my selfe entire 3. O Thou that dwellest where th' eternall fame Of my renowne so glorifies my name Illustrious Bride in whose coelestiall tongue Are Sacred spells t'enchaunt the ruder throng O let thy lippes like a perpetuall storie Diuulge my graces and declare my glorie Direct those hearts that Errour leades astray Dissolue the Waxe but make obdure the Clay BRIDE SONET XXV MOst glorious Loue and honourable Lord My heart 's the vowed Seruant of thy Word But I am weake and as a tender Vine Shall fall vnpropt by that deare hand of thine Assist me therefore that I may fulfill What thou command'st and then command thy will O leaue thy sacred Spirit in my brest As earnest of an euerlasting Rest FINIS CAP. 1. * Sensible graces * Pure in heart c The Kingdom of Heauen d Through apparant infirmities e Glorious in him f Weaknesse of the flesh g Afflictions h Forced to Idolatrous superstitions i By reason of my weaknesse k Being seduced by false prophets l Persecutions m By Idolatrie n Through my merits and thy sanctification o The doctrine of the true Prophets p Teacher of my Congregations q Thy most visable parts r Sanctification f The riebes of his holy Spirit t The holy Prophets * The holy Spirit * In giuing grace and receiuing glorie * The Congregation of Saints CAP. II. a Not in outward glorie b In inward graces * The holy Scriptures * Thy sweet Promises * Vexe not his Spirit with your sinnes * The imperfections of my present state * The weaknes of my flesh * The Elect. * Angels * The Congregation of the faithfull * To offer vp the frist fruits of obedience * Persecutions * The day of Iudgement * By sanctification CAP. III. * In my soule * By strict examination * Amongst the wisest worldlings * The Ministers of the Word * At the Resurrection * Through sanctification by my merits * By heauenly contemplation a Through the gifts of my Spirit CAP. IIII. b The modestie and puritie of thy iudgement * Ornaments of necessarie ceremonies d Sincere Ministers e Doctrine of thy holy Prephets f Modest graces of the Spirit * Magistrates * The old and new Testaments c The sanctified and zealous reader d The second Death e I will withdraw my bodily presence f The day of iudgement g Infirmities of the flesh * This vale of miserie * Thime eye of Faith * Diuine harmonie m The two Testaments n Riddles to prophane readers o Celestiall comforts p The Faithfull q The Sonne of righteousnesse CAP. V. r Obedience Å¿ Strong workes of Faith t The new born fruites of the Spirit u Too much securitie * My heart x The pleasures of the Flesh y Thy hardhearted vnkindnesse * Repented * The sweetnes of his graces * False teachers a With their false doctrines * Diuine loue * His Deitie * His Humanitie * His iudgment and care of his Church * The discouery of him in his Word * His promises q Those that die to sinne r That liue to righteousnesse f His actions t With purenes u His secret counsells x Inwardly glorious * His wayes constant firme and pure * His whole carriage * The Church is the way to Christ CAP. VI. * Congregation of the faithfull a Giuing graces b Receiuing glorie c Despairing soules d Not yet thorowly humbled * Strengthning the weake in spirit * The force of Repentance * Sincere Ministers * Thy visible parts * Modestie and zeale c The pure in heart f My Spirit g Securitie h Worldly pleasures CAP. VII i Thy wages h The girdle of truth I The precious guifts of the â—pirit m Wherby there is a receit of spirituall Conceptions n Increase of the Faithfull o The Old and New Testament p Magistrates q Teachers r Glorious in all parts Å¿ The Ceremonies of the Church t Despairing soules u Young Conuerts * Opposers of the Truth x Congregation of the Faithfull y By afliction z Yong Conuerts a Assemblies b Faithfull c Faith and good Workes CAP. VIII * The vniuersal Church * Teares and sorrowes * Not to vexe and grieue his holy Spirit * In humilitie h The Church of the Gentiles then vncalled i Vncall'd to the Truth k In the great Congregation l The penitent m The presumptious
orient is thy beautie How diuine How darke's the glorie of the earth to Thine 6. MY dearest Spouse I 'll hye me to my home And till that long-expected Day shall come The light whereof shall chace the night that showdes Thy vailed beautie in these enuious Clowdes Till then I goe and in my Throne prouide A glorious welcome for my fairest Bride Chapplets of conqu'ring Palme and Laurell boughs Shall crowne thy Temples and adorne thy browes 7. VVOuld beautie fayne be flatter'd with a grace Shee neuer had May shee behold thy face Enuie would burst had shee no other taske Then to behold this face without a Maske No spot no veniall blemish could shee finde To feede the famin of her ranc'rous minde Thou art the flowre of beauties Crowne and thay're Much worse then foule that thinke thee lesse then fayre 8. FEare not my Loue for when those sacred bands Of wedlock shall conjoyne our promis'd hands I 'll come and quit thee from this redious place Where thou art forc'd to sojourne for a space No forrein Angle of the vtmost Lands Nor seas Abysse shall hide thee from my hands No night shall shade thee from my curious eye I 'll rowze the graues although grim Death stand by 9. ILlustrious beames shot from thy flaming eye Made fierce with zeale and soueraigne Majestie Haue scorcht my soule and like a fierie dart Transfixt the Center of my wounded heart The Virgin sweetnesse of thy heauenly grace Hath made mine eyes glad pris'ners to thy face The beautie of thine eye-balls hath bereft Me of my heart O sweet ô sacred theft 10. O Thou the deare Inflamer of mine eyes Life of my soule and hearts eternall prize How delectable is thy loue How pure How apt to rauish able to allure A frozen soule and with thy secret fire T' affect dull spirits with extreame desire How doe thy ioyes though in their greatest dearth Transcend the proudest pleasures of the earth 11. THy lips my dearest Spouse are the full treasures Of sacred Poesie whose heauenly measures Rauish with joy the willing heart that heares But strike a deafnesse in rebellious eares Thy wordes like Milke and Honie doe requite The season'd soule with profit and delight Heauens higher Palace and those lower places Of dungeon-earth are sweetned with thy graces 12. MY Loue is like a Garden full of flowres Whose sunny bankes and choice of shadie bowres Giue change of pleasures pleasures wall'd about With armed Angels to keepe Ruine out And from her Brests enclosed from the ill Of looser eyes pure Crystall drops distill The fruitfull sweetnesse of whose gentle showres Inrich her flowres with beautie ' and banks with flowres 13. MY loue is like a Paradise a beset With rarest grifts whose fruits but tender yet The world nere tasted dainties farre more rare Then Edens tempting Apple and more faire Myrhe Alloes Incese and the Cypresse tree Can boast no sweetnesse but is breath'd from thee Dainties for taste and flowers for the smell Spring all from Thee whose sweets all sweets excell BRIDE SONET XIII O Thou my deare whose sweets all sweets excell Frō whom my fruits receiue their tast their smel How can my thriuing Plants refuse to grow Thus quickned with so sweet a Sun as thou How can my flowers which thy Ewers nourish With showers of liuing waters choose but flourish O thou the Spring from whence these waters burst Did euer any taste thy streames and thurst 2. AM I a Garden May my Flowers be So highly honour'd to bee smelt by Thee Inspire them with thy sacred breath and then Receiue from them thy borrowed breath agen Frequent thy Garden whose rare fruit inuites Thy welcome presence to his choise Delights Taste where thou list and take thy full repaste Here 's that will please thy smell thine eye thy taste BRIDEGROOME SONET XIIII THou sacred Center of my soule in whome I rest behold thy wisht-for Loue is come Refresht with thy delights I haue repasted Vpon thy pleasures my full soule hath tasted Thy rip'ned dainties and hath freely beene Pleas'd with those Fruits that are as yet but greene All you that loue the honour of my Bride Come taste her Vyands and bee diefide BRIDE SONET XV. IT was a night a night as darke as foule As that blacke Errour that entraunc'd my Soule When as my best beloued came and knoct At my dull gates too too securely lockt Vnbolt said hee these churlish doores my Doue Let not false slumbers bribe thee from thy loue Heare him that for thy gentle sake came hither Long iniur'd by this nights vngentle wether 2. I Heard the voice but the perfidious pleasure Of my sweet slumbers could not finde the leasure To ope my drowsie doores My Spirit could speake Words faire enough but ah my flesh was weake And fond excuses taught me to betray My sacred vowes to a secure delay Perfidious slumbers how haue you the might To blind true Pleasures with a false delight 3. WHen as my Loue with oft repeated knocks Could not auaile shaking his dewie locks Highly displeas'd he could no longer bide My sleight neglect but went away denyde No sooner gone but my dull soule discern'd Her drowzie error my grieu'd spirit yearn'd To finde him out these seiled eyes that slept So soundly fast awak'd much faster wept 4. THus rays'd and rowz'd from my deceitfull rest I op'd my doores where my departed Guest Had beene I thrust the churlish Portalls from me That so denyde my dearest Bridegroome to me But when I smelt of my returned hand My soule was rapt my powers all did stand Amazed as the sweetnesse they did finde Which my neglected Loue had left behinde 5. I Op'd my doore my Myrrhe-distilling doore But ah my Guest was gone had giuen me o're What curious Pen what Artist can define A matelesse sorrow Such ah such was mine Doubts and despaire had of my life depriu'd mee Had not strong hopes of his returne reuiu'd mee I sought but he refused to appeare I call'd but he would nor be heard nor heare 6. THus with the Tyrannie of griefe distraught I rang'd around no place I left vnsought No eare vnask'd The Watchmen of the Citie Wounded my soule without remorse or pitie To Virgin teares They taught my feet to stay Whose steps were apt enough to lose their way With taunts and scornes they check me and derided And call'd me Whoore because I walkt vnguided 7. YOu hallowed Virgins you whose tender hearts Ere felt th' impression of loues secret darts I charge you all by the deare faith you owe To Virgin purenesse and your Vestall vow Commend me to my Loue if ere you meet him O tell him that his loue-sicke Spouse doth greet him O let him know I languish with desire T' enjoy that heart that sets this heart on fire VIRGINS SONET XVI O Thou the
grifted sprout Or if my vines began to burgen out 9. THough gone was I my heart was in thy brest Although to thee perchance an vnkowne guest 'T was that that gaue such wings to thy desire T' enioy thy loue and set thy soule on fire But my returne was quicke and with a minde More nimble yet more constant then the winde I came and as the winged shaft doth flie With vndescerned speed Euen so did I. 10. REturne O then returne thou childe of Peace To thy first ioyes O let thy teares surcease Returne thee to thy Loue let not the night With flatt'ring slumbers tempt thy true delight Returne thee to my bosome let my brest Bee still thy Tent Take there eternall rest Returne ô Thou in whose enchaunted eye Are Darts enough to make an armie flie 11. FAire Daughter of the highest King how sweet Are th' vnaffected graces of thy Feet From euery step true Maiestie doth spring Fitting the Daughter of so high a King Thy Waste is circled with a Virgin Zone Imbellisht round with many a precious Stone Wherein the curious Workeman did fulfill The vtmost glorie of his Diuiner skill 12. THy Nauell where thy holie Embrion doth Receiue sweet nourishment and heauenly growth Is like a Christall spring whose fresh supplie Of liuing waters Sunne nor Drought can drie Thy fruitfull Wombe is like a winnow'd heape Of purest graine which heauens blest hand did reape With Lillies fenc'd True Embleme of rare treasure Whose graine denotes increase whose Lillies pleasure 13. THy daintie Brests are like faire Twins both swelling In equall Maiestie in hue excelling The new-falne Snow vpon th' vntrodden Mountaines From whence there flowes as frō exub'rous Fountaines Riuers of heauenly Nectar to allay The holy thirst of Soules Thrice happie they And more then thrice whose blest affections bring Their thirstie palats to so sweet a Spring 14. THy Necke doth represent an yuorie Tower In perfect purenesse and munited power Thine Eyes like pooles at a frequented gate For euerie commer to draw water at Are common treasures and like Christall glasses Showes each his liuely visage as he passes Thy Nose the curious Organ of thy Sent Wants nothing more for vse for ornament 15. THy Tyres of gold inricht with glorious Gemmes Rare Diamonds and Princely Diadems Adorne thy browes and with their natiue worth Aduance thy glorie and set thy beautie forth So perfect are thy Grace so Diuine And full of heauen are those faire lookes of thine That I 'm inflamed with the double fire Of thy full beautie and my fierce desire 16. O Sacred Simetrie O rare Connexion Of many perfects to make one perfection O heauenly Musicke where all parts doe meete In one sweet straine to make one perfect sweete O glorious Members whose each seuerall feature Diuine compose so so diuine a Creature Faire soule as all thy parts vnited bee Entire so summ'd are all my ioyes in thee 17. THy curious Fabricke and erected stature Is like the generous Palme whose loftie nature In spight of enuious violence will aspire When most supprest the more it mounts the higher Thy louely Brests whose beautie reinuites My oft remembrance to her oft delights Are like the swelling Clusters of the vine So full of sweetnesse are those brests of thine 18. ARt thou my Palme My busie hand shall nourish Thy fruitfull roots and make thy branches flourish Art thou my Vine my skilfull arme shall dresse Thy dying Plants my liuing Springs shall blesse Thy infant Buddes my blasting breath shall quell Presumptuous weedes and make thy Clusters swell And all that loue thee shall attayne the fauour To taste thy sweetnesse and to smell thy sauour 19. THose Oracles that from thy lippes proceed With sweet Euangels shall delight and feed Th' attentiue eare and like the Trumpets voyce Amaze faint hearts but make braue Spirits rejoyce Thy breath whose Dialect is most Diuine Incends quicke flames where Ember'd sparkes but shine It strikes the Pleaders Reth'ricke with derision And makes the dullest Soule a Rethoritian BRIDE SONET XXI MY Faith not merites hath assur'd thee mine Thy Loue not my Desert hath made me thine Vnworthie I whose drowsie soule rejected Thy precious fauours and secure neglected Thy glorious presence how am I become A Bride befitting so diuine a Groome It is no merite no desert of mine Thy loue thy loue alone hath made me thine 2. SInce then the bountie of thy deare election Hath styl'd me thine ô let the sweet reflection Of thy illustrious beames my soule inspire And with thy Spirit inflame my hot desire Vnite our Soules O let thy Spirit rest And make perpetuall home within my brest Instruct me so that I may gaine the skill To suite my seruice to thy sacred will 3. COme come my Soules preseruer thou that art Th' vnited joyes of my vnited heart Come let vs visit with the morning light Our prosp'rous Vines with mutuall delight Let 's view those Grapes whose Clusters being prest Shall make rich wines to serue our Marriage feast That by the thriuing plants it may appeare Our joyes-perfecting Marriage draweth neere 4 BEhold my new disclosed Flowres present Before thy gates their tributarie Sent Reserue themselues for Garlands that they may Adorne the Bridegroome on his Mariage day My Garden 's full of Trees and euery Tree Laden with Fruit which I deuote to thee Eternall joyes betide that happie guest That tastes the dainties of the Bridgroomes feast 5. O Would to God mind eyes these fainting Eyes Whose eager appetite could ne're deuise A dearer object might but once behold My loue as I am clad in fleshly mold That each may corporally conuerse with other As friend to friend as sister to her brother O how mine eyes could welcome such a sight How would my soule dissolue with ore-delight 6. THen should this hand conduct my fairest Spouse To taste a Banquet at my Mothers House Our fruitfull Garden should present thine eyes With sweet delights her trees should sacrifice Their earely fruits to thee our tender Vine Should cheare thy palate with her vnprest Wine Thy hand should teach my liuing Plants to thriue And such as are a dying to reuiue 7. THen should my Soule enioy within this brest A holy Sabbath of eternall Rest Then should my Cause that suffers through despight Of Errour and rude Ignorance haue right Then should these streames whose Tides so often rise Bee ebb'd away from my suffused eyes Then should my spirits fill'd with heauenly mirth Tryumph o're Hell and find a Heauen on Earth 8. ALl you that wish the bountifull encrease Of dearest pleasures and diuinest peace I charge you all if ought my charge may moue Your tender hearts not to disturbe my Loue Vexe not his gentle spirit nor bereiue Him of his joyes that is so apt to greiue Dare not to breake