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A11096 The betraying of Christ Iudas in despaire. The seuen words of our Sauior on the crosse. With other poems on the Passion. Rowlands, Samuel, 1570?-1630? 1598 (1598) STC 21365; ESTC S116242 18,820 60

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argument is shame the subiect sinne The index thus explaines the euils therein A postle once increasing Christs eleuen B agbearer to the charge of purse assign'd C alled to preach saluations path to heauen D estructions heire the vvorst of vvicked mind E nuying at good vvorke by others done F aithlesse to God false hearted to his sonne G reedy to gaine on earth vvith heauens losse H opelesse of mercy in sin's most distresse I udas vvhose kisse presag'd Christs dying crosse K nowledge contemner errors foule successe L oitrer in holy haruest place abuser M urdrer of life mine owne damnation chuser N aked of grace the foulest ere defiled O ffences actor in the highest degree P rouoking vvrath from mercies throne exiled Q uenching the sprite that erst gaue light in me R enouncing glories race to gain the crowne S eruant to sinne vvhose hire pale death laies downe T raitor to God that breathing earth deluded U nholy-thoughted full of bitter gall W oes querrister from Angels quires excluded X pian the outward inward not at all Y oaked by sinne perpetuall Sathans slaue Z eale in his seruice lost that none can saue This register records the race I run By caracters spelling my future vvoe A tragedy by me must be begun On hels blacke stage for there to act I goe Since eies of God and all in heauen abhorre me I vvill descend the pit hath consorts for me Curs'd be the parents that ingendred me Curs'd be the wombe that bare and paps that fed Curs'd be the day vvhen I vvorlds light did see Curs'd be the houre my soule from grace vvas led Curs'd be the time vvhen I did entertaine Cursed affection to accursed gaine Retire for euer from the sweet society Of Peter Iames and Iohn true heires of grace Conuerse remaine of Time vvith all impiety No eie henceforth shall view Christs traitors face End loathed daies my fact abhorres your light Wrap me from eies cole-fac'd eternall night Sauls frightfull guest that sence depriuing sprite Outragious rauing fury vvhispers Hang thee What Syon tunes or Dauids harpe delight Can cease or ease the horrours that do pang me Then be my instrument one iarring string And treble vvoe the houling note I sing Bush-creeping Caine beholding for thy end More to an arrow then the marke-mans aime I doe disdaine blind Lamech should befriend None in my tragedy shall action claime But I and Sathan vve haue both agreed To leaue the vvorld a desp'rate damned deed Not to dismount a check-cloud earthy heape Or make soule passage by a poinard point Nor to bequeath the sea a drowning leape But fatall cord shall cracke my breathing ioint Absolons tree prowd Hamans halter-knell And I the hangman like Achitophell Lead on despaire confounder of my sprite Direct vnto some nooke of hellish shade For shames sake be it gloomier then that night In vvhich by me heav'ns brightnesse was betraide Blacker then death more sable hew'd then hell Where sulpher flames vvith vtter darknesse dwell Harder then Pharoahs tenne times hardned heart Bloudier then Abels butcher far inclin'd End traitors life begin a hangmans part Let hangmans part performe thy desp'rate mind Thy desp'rate mind be vvitnesse th'art accurst Rent heart drop blood gush bowels belly burst ❧ Peters teares at the Cockes crowing COme sharpest greefs imploy repentant eies Taske them as bitter drops as ere vvere shed Send teares to earth and sighs vp to the skies This instant houre a Soule and Sorrows wed Sweet teares and sighs at dolours deere requests Come you yours my harts right welcom gests Let eies become the fountaines of my teares And let my teares be flouds to moist my heart And let my heartfull of repentant feares By teares and sorrowes turne a true conuert At base obiections of as base a maid With oths and curses I haue Christ denai'd The vvatchfull bird that centinels the morne Shrill herald to Auroraes early rising That oft proclaimes the day ere day be borne Distinguisher from pitch-fac'd nights disguising Surceas'd to heed vvhy nature taught him crow And did exclaime on me for sinning so O haughty vaunts resembling skie-bred thunder How far remote your actions stand aloofe A coward heart keptvvords and deeds asunder Stout champion brags are quailed in the proofe Weake vvomans breath hath ouerthrowne a rocke And humane pride is daunted by a Cocke Harken this birds rebuke and harkning feare False periur'd tongue now are thy boastings tri'de Christ hardest fortunes part thou vowd'st to beare But loe a cocke doth crow it thou hast li'de Thy deedlesse vvords vvords vnconfirmd by truth Haue turnd mine eies to teares my heart to ruth The daies approch that vvhilome nature taskes He chaunted not nor ment blacke nights descending But foule fac'd sinne from scarffing vvords vnmaskes Plie bitter teares your suite for vvraths suspending Eies that vvhen Christ sweat blood secure did slūber Now shed more tears then truthles tong can number Lament my soule thy state a state distrest Thou art reuolt from true felicity Sigh sorrowes forth let greefes vveepe out the rest Weepe vvretched man repleat vvith misery Let neuer eies giue cheekes a space to drie Till teares regaine lost grace in mercies eie Weepe saltest brinish teares the more the sweeter Weepe satisfaction sinnes repentant soule Weepe fraile disciple vvoman-daunted Peter Weepe vveakling subiect to a Cockes controule Weepe Christs deniall vvorst of all thy crimes And ouervveepe each teare tenne thousand times O God from vvhom all graces doe abound For thy assisting aid I humbly call Lend mercies hand to raise from sinfull ground And being on foot protect against like fall Thy fauours Lord I truly do implore Rising to stand standing to fall no more Th'Egiptians greeuing of the Iewes And the Philistians vexing Saul The mockes the children once did vse T'offend Gods Prophet therewithall And Michols scoffing Israels king Were common wrongs a daily thing Such vvrongs of vvrongs vsurpe the name To those extreames to Iesus done The vvorld hath neuer knowne like shame Of that sinne laid vpon Gods sonne It had been iust on man accurst If sorrowes had perform'd their vvorst But vvhen a pure and holy life With spot or blemish neuer stayn'd Twixt God and man shall vmpire strife To be himselfe for guilty payn'd What vvrongs so great vvhat paines vvere such Who but a God vvould doe so much The seuen words of Christ vpon the Crosse. Pater ignosce illis quia nesciunt quid faciunt FAther our Sauiors loue to sinners cries Forgiue them this their sin to me hath donne For they by vvhom my tortur'd body dies Know not they murder thy life-giuing sonne What I indure in flesh and sprite deuiding They do it through blind ignorance misguiding Oh Charity of vvondrous Admiration And patience farre extending humane sence Sunshine of grace to deed of darke damnation True pardoner to pardonlesse offence Not crauing ease for selfe sustaining vvoes But fauour for his persecuting foes Pleading for those vvhose tongues did most defame him
Would I had neuer preacht the vvay to grace Would I had ne're ben borne or died in youth Who knowes his maisters vvill and doth neglect it Sore stripes and many shall seuere correct it I must salute Ashur and Elams traines To drinke vvith Tuball of the vvrathfull cup Edom inuites me to th'infernall paines No time of grace vvith Christ againe to sup Now feast vvhere teeeth are gnasht hands are wrong Where Diues begs for drops to coole his tong Downe by the vvay that Corah vvent to hell Like Dathan and Abiram to descend Where furies fiends and damned ghosts do dwell And euer torments neuer know an end Let earth deuide and opening swallow then The most accurs'd of all the sonnes of men The man that from Ierusalem descended And hapned in the hands of bloody theeues A pittifull Samaritane befriended With mercy and his hard distresse releeues Such holy loue true charity suppli'd him Pitty vvas present and no grace deni'd-him But I from new Ierusalem retyr'd The restfull Canaan happinesse vnbounded For thirty pence hels iourny being hyr'd In Sathans snares I fell that theefe hath vvounded And priest is past Samaritane gone by Seeing me curelesse carelesse let me lie Ah Magdalen sower sorrowes turn'd thy sweet Well didst thou vveepe to vvash and vvashing gaine With hairie towell vviping Iesus feet Thy true repentant teares did grace obtaine While I thy vertues sought to haue disgrast Tearming that holy vvorke A needlesse vvast But happy vvoman guiltlesse vvast ' controld How falsely did I vvish thy ointment spared How couetous said I Better this been sold And giu'n the poore vvast for the poore I cared Ah no my guilty conscience doth deny it I bare the purse and would haue gained by it Sampson till Sathan fierce Philistine caught me And in his rage put out my sprituall eies Then blind in sinne to Cayphas house he brought me Against the piller vvhere all mercy lies I bent my force to mooue the corner stone Destruction fell my selfe destroy'd alone Like Iezabels so my corrupted thought When she complotted for good Naboths ground Cleare purchase tvvas her vvile his vineyard bought Such seem'd my bribe I held it money found But see how soone sweet sinnes conuert to sower I loath for euer that I lou'd an hower These three deuide my soule Fear Thought Anguish Their intrest is the forfaits of my fall But vvhile in claime they striuing let me languish The roaring Lion comes and seazeth all Insatiable serpent pleas'd vvith nought but this Both soule and body must be graunted his If gracelesse outcasts in this vvorld begin To tast of second death's tormenting power If soules surpriz'd by selfe-wrought murdring sinne Turne vengeance glasse to run a staylesse hower Then here in earnest of perpetuall care I vveare damnations liuery blacke despaire Deuore'd from mercy alienate from grace Reft of repentance vvedded vnto euill From highest calling downe to lowest place From chosen Twelue a singled outcast deuill From th'holy city lou'd of God so vvell Within vvhose streets may no vncleanesse dwell When Christ foretold intended treason nie By one of vs his guests to be betray'd Each straight inquir'd Lord is it I or I But my demand had answer Thou hast said I that was fed that night with loues regard Return'd the giuer treason for reward Darke night black deed blind soule and Sathans slaues Did fit defile destroy it selfe did further With shade vvith sinne vvith death vvith clubs staues Tintrap betray condemne assist to murder The Lambe of God the rocke the dore the vine The Angels brightnesse heav'ns eternall shine Much vvorse though Ioab-like I gaue a kisse I pris'd my birth-right base at Esawes gaine I putchas'd hell vvith losse of heauens blisse And in effect exchanged ioy for paine Oh foolish sot vile earthly drosse esteemer To sell true life dead Adams sonnes redeemer Thou partiall hand swai'd sword of Peters drawne I should ben mangled and not Malcus eare Like currish dog it vvas my flattering fawne Did bite my maister vvorse then any there Mistaken champion in thy valour swaruing To giue his eare my trecherous hearts deseruing I vvas cheefe actor in the Iewish spight I vvas a captaine to that rascall rout I vvrought the tumult of that guilty night I vvas blind guide to that they vvent about They all expected notice come from me Till craft had kist they knew not vvhich vvas he False tongue pronounc'd All haile to hurtfull end When hollow heart sequestred loues true zeale Heav'ns mildnesse asked Why art thou come friend Straight violent hands not vvords our thoughts reueale Call him not friend that sauors most offoe Tearme me thy hangman for I merite so In death's pursute insatiate thirsting blood We posted thence to Priests vvith rudest throng Where purest lambe before his shearer stood Pleading not guilty by truths silent tong Ther's craft accusing hate helps to deuise And falshood forgeth in a mint of lies My impious eies beheld vvithout remorse The gracelesse vsage of heau'ns gracious king Scornd spit at mocked yet repentance force Sought not for shelter vnder mercies vving In all these euils I pitttied not his paine Til being condemn'd then greeu'd my greeues in vain No true contrition had my faults defence Though I confess'd I sinn'd in his betraying Twas desp'rate satisfaction came from thence For faith vvas liuelesse should ben vengeance staying Wrath is gone forth vvas Moses admonition But lights on me that am for vvraths perdition VVhat vvondrous obiects haue mine eies beheld Deaffe dumbe and lame the blind and curelesse cured The stubborne vvinds vvith checking calmely stild The dead reuiu'd death's sleepe foure daies indured Fiue loaues two fish fiue thousands satisfied Yet more then much spare crums vvere multiplied My tast did vvitnesse vvater turn'd to wine One cur'd that toucht my maisters vesture hemme Commanded deuils forth men to enter swine And in the sea destruction plunging them Mine eares haue heard and eies haue seene the sight That Kings haue vvisht and Prophets neuer might Yet he that's cal'd manslaier from beginning Deceiuer dragon serpent father of lies God of this vvorld author of humane sinning Hardner of hearts blinder of spirituall eies Prince of the aire malicious euill sprite Made me hels guest vvhom heav'ns did kind inuite Like as the brauing greene but barren tree That flourisht faire vvhen not a figge vvas found Christ curs'd vvith Neuer fruit grow more on thee Because it did no good but comber ground So fares the false deluding show of mine Greene leav'd beginning vvithered fruitlesse fine Could sinnes-besotted hell-path vvrandrers see The horrours on an outcast vvretch imposed Or sence the inward vvorme that gnaweth me Bondslaue to bondage neuer to be losed They vvould retire the flesh most fearefull race To auoid hels gaole obtain'd vvith losse of grace Me thinkes my conscience turnes a blacke leav'd booke Titl'd Distrust dedicate to Despaire Where couetous eie and traitrous heart do looke On vengeance lines pointed this period 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