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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16741	A diuine poeme diuided into two partes: the rauisht soule, and the blessed vveeper. Compiled by Nicholas Breton, Gentle-man.	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1601 (1601)	STC 3648; ESTC S104780	13,485	48

Study not Astronomy Least to darkenesse turne thy light But tha● high Diuinitie Where the day hath neuer night There finde out that worke of worth That may bring thy wonder forth In the teares of true contrition Think on Mercies blessednes And in care of loues condition Of perfections holinesse Then in notes of Graces glory Make the state of all thy story Il Christiano al honore di Christo. BEfore there was a light there was a light Which saw the world the world could neuer see From which the world receiues his brightest sight Yet cannot see what brightnesse there may be From this faire light there came a liuing loue A loue which giues the liuing all their seeing And in the life of all th●ir seeing prooue The onely essence of their onely being From this bright loue there came a liuing word A word that doeth in wisedome signifie What heauen and earth in wonder can afford Is but in life this loue to dignifie For in this Word was that Almightie power Which was before that power was euer named Begun before the first beginning houre Framing each substance that was euer framed And in that word that onely wisedome dwelleth That onely knowes what onely may be knowne And in that knowle●ge knowledge all excelleth Because it knowes all knowledge is his owne This worthy word of wisedomes wonderment To giue some notice of his powerfull nature In wisedome made his will an instrument To shew himselfe vnto his silly creature This holy essence of the Deitie In Virgins wombe did take the vaile of flesh Bringing the dewe of blessed charitie Our withring spirits sweetly to refresh This highest height of heauenly Maiestie This word of wisedomes gracious glorious loue Inuested in all vertues vnitie That perfect God and perfect man approue From the sweet bosome of his Fathers brest Eternall Babe of all eternall blisse All blessed babe that made the mother ble●t By that sweet blessed holy loue of his From the high Throne of heau'nly glories seate Vnto this world this worthlesse world descended With their crosse spirits kindely to intreat For their owne good that highly him offended This blessed Infant of Eternitie And onely glorious Essence of the same By the cleare light of his all-seeing eye Beholding all things all so out of frame Vnto his seruants to make knowne his loue And to redeeme what lacke of loue had lost In tender age and elder yeeres did prooue How patience care might be in passions crost When first sweet Infant in the mothers armes Fed with the milke of pure Virginitie How did he scape the Tyrant Herods harmes That little knew of his Diuinitie But Oh when first his presence sweet appear'd Vnto the silly shepheards in the field With how much ioy were all their spirits chear'd Whose humble eyes his heauenly face beheld While in the heauens the Angels sung for ioy That peace by him vnto the world was come By him who should both death and hell destroy And be the Sauiour of his Chosen summe The Virgin mother ioyed in her childe And in her ioy did call her sonne her Sauiour Whose gracious spirit in her countenance milde Did shew the blessing of her meeke behauiou● Oh blessed Sonne the Fathers best belou'd In whom he all and onely did delight How many wayes his workes in wonder proou'd He held the scepter of his Fathers right In simplenesse all harmelesse as the Doue In learning putting all the Doctours downe In power the hand of highest heau'ns behoue In state the king of kings in glories crowne In patience the true proofe of su●●erance In truth the touch-stone of all vertues trialll In loue director of lifes ordinance In life the hande of the eternall Diall In charitie the giuer of all good In bountie the bestower of all blisse In mercie faithes eternall blessed food In grace the guide that cannot leade amisse In wisedome founder of all wit and sense In will the worker of all wonders worth In essence all the Summe of excellence In all that good that bringes all glorie forth This essence all incomprehensible Yet willing in his mer●ies to be knowne That glorie might not be offensible That in a shadowe onely should be showne First in the time of feeble Infancie When natures weaknesse fled a feared force Then in the yeeres of Reasons constancie When gratious mercie gloried in Remorse Came to the worlde to call the worlde to come Vnto his Call that had the heauens at Call Healing the sicke the blinde lame deafe and dumme And rais'd them vp that readie were to fall Contented with the badge of pouertie Who might commaund both heauen and earth at wil Lodg'd in a manger in humilitie Who in himselfe both heauen and earth did fill Threatned with death who was the life of life Sought to be slaine who was the death of death The ground of peace yet with the world at strife And suffred death yet gaue the liuing breath Seeke heauen and earth and finde out such another So might command and so would be commanded Who was our King yet would become our brother Might strike all dumbe and yet wold be demanded VVould leaue such pleasure and endure such paine And for their liues that crucified his loue VVith losse of life to make their liuing gaine That prooued Turkies to their Turtle-doue VVho euer crau'd his help and was denied VVho loued him so but left him at his death VVho euer fail'd whose faith on him relied Yet who for him would spare one fauours breath Oh Lord what madnesse could be more in men Then when they knew the trueth to make a doubt And long in darkenesse hauing light euen then To blinde themselues to put the candle out And blessed women that his death bewailed While hearts deepe griefe found comforts high perfection When passions teares so much with loue preuailed As first to them reueal'd his resurrection The mother wept to see her sonne so vsed The sinner wept to see her Sauiour dying The cousin wept to see her kin abused All for his death fell to a deadly crying The Sunne eclipst the day did loose his light And stones did rise against their makers foes The Temple rent the people were affright And from the graues the troubled spirits rose All these were tokens of his holy trueth To make men know how they were woe begon them But gracelesse spirits voyd of gracious ruth Ventred to take the guiltlesse blood vpo● them Here then behold th● m●iestie of blisse That pray'd for them that pre●'d vpon him so Content with all might come to him amisse So his with him might to their comfort goe His life the Lantherne of eternall light His death the p●●●age ●o eternall rest His grace ●h●●●rke of the most blessed sight His loue the life of the eternall bl●st His miracles the witnesse of his power His Sacraments remembrance of his loue His resurrection his triumphant houre And his Ascension Angels ioyes aboue His trauaile all to bring our soules to rest

His prayer for our preseruation His worke to ioy the spirits of the blest His word the assured trueth of our s●●uation His warre a fight but onely for our peace His peace th● ioy wherin our soules doe liue His woundes the salue that doth our woes release His triumph freely of his grace to giue Oh should I runne into that world of worth Wherin his glory duely doth increas● I should more wonder of most worth bring forth Then thought can reach vntill all thinking cease But since true loue requi●ed with vnkindnesse Grace with disgrace Comfort with miserie Wisedome with folly Truth with falshoods blin●nes Honour with shame and right with iniury Since all the contraries of true content That wit and reason rightly maie receiue His heauenly mercy truely patient All for our good full meekely did receiue And being gon from our vngratious handes Vnto the right hand of his fathers rest There in his hourely intercession standes For our remission making lo●es request And by his worde the Message of his will Sent by the Preachers of his prooued truthe Doth call our soules from all accursed ill Vnto the good of gracious mercies ruth And bids our faith to feare no hurt of sinne And leaues vs lessons in the ●●les of grace VVhere true repentance doth remission winne And humble faith doth finde in heauen a place And lets vs see each day and euerie night A kinde of figure both of heauen and hell And how that sinnes doe alwaies fly the light VVhile blessed graces doe in brightnes dwell And howe the vertuous in the heauens are blessed And how the vicious in their horrors hated And howe the Iust shall haue their wrongs redressed And how the proude shall haue their pride abated How Charitie shall be in heauen rewarded How patience care shall richly be contented How Bribrie shall be vtterly discarded And Tyrannie shall be in hell tormented How humble faith shall be in heau'n beloued And gracious spirits blessedly embraced And faithlesse spirits from all grace remooued And gracelesse spirits vtterly disgraced When life shall be pronounc'● to the elected And loue shall take the charge of the beloued And hell receiue the soules of the reiected To endlesse paines of gracelesse will reproued VVhen this I say and all that can be sayd That may reuiue the vertuous in their death And iustly make the reprobate afraide VVith looking downe into their hell beneath Our Lo●d hath left vs in those lines of loue That heau'nly wisedom wrote for our instruction Yet we all carelesse of our soules be●oue VVill headlong runne vpon our owne destruction VVhat shall I say but let the Atheist frie VVithin ●he coles of his owne conscience fire Torments too true too late will make him trie He cannot scape the furie of Gods ire And let the faithfull in their fearelesse hope Assure their spirits of especiall Grace The breadth of heauen doeth bea●e so large a scope That none so poore but there shall haue a place And let the prince not glory in his crowne But lay it at the feet of mercies loue And let the haughtie pull those humours downe That onely worke for wicked hels behoue Oh let the faire leaue painting of their faces And onely seeke the beautie of the minde For God alon● doeth loue the inward graces And not the shadowes that the eye doe blinde And let the rich not let his riches rust But seeke the wealth but of the spirits worth Fo● God doth know your treasu●e is but dust And ye but stewards for to let it forth And let the wise so well employ their wits They may attaine the knowle●●e to doe well And shun the follies of those madding fits That leauing heauen doe run the way to hell Oh let that Queene be truely Angel-like With graces Scepter holdes the Sword of peace And by her faith in mercies hande doth seeke A ioyfull Kingdome that shall neuer cease And let that Ladie thinke her selfe a Queene That hath possession of her spirite so That she could leaue all comfo●ts she hath seene And her owne selfe vnto her God to goe And let that Souldier most that valour loue Where God assistes the faithfull in their fight While lacke of faith in Coward feare doth prooue Each shadowe doth the faithlesse soule affright And let the Lawyer looke on iustice lines And knowe that God will right the poore mans wrong And that such Lawyers as are true Diuines Doe loue the Muses sing of mercies songe And let the Marchant loue that traffique best Where trauaile findes the treasure of Gods grace VVhile greedie mindes that fill the golden chest Shall neuer see their Sauiour in the face And let the Scholler that doth studie most Finde out the truth of lifes eternall treasure And thinke all labour in his studie lost VVhere God his grace giues not the spirit pleasure And let the louer leaue his wanton looke VVith such illusions as enchaunt the minde And onely loue the beautie of that Booke VVhere God alone is in his loue to finde Abhorre the Diuell and he will depart Grace is as neere as sinne if you will craue it So faith doe begge it with repentant heart For feare nor pride are euer like to haue it Crie vnto Christ whome you haue crucified In teares of loue reueale your hate of sinne So in your greefe when grace is glo●ified Be sure in mercie doth your blisse beginne Beleeue his worde seeke to obey his will And know the worke is his and none of yours Striue to doe well and flye the way to ill And be submissiue to supernall powe●s Be patient in the crosse of any care Repentant in remembrance of amisse Const●nt in faith loue God without compare And giue all glory to that name of his Hate him that speakes against his Maiestie Loue him in soule that will forsake him neuer And know the scorners of the Deity Shall all be damn'd and frie in hell for euer Goe to your closet louely there alone Bleede forth in teares the trueth of your beliefe And you shall see your smallest spirits groane Will finde a grace to ease you of your griefe For he that knowes the secrets of your thought And knowes the natures of your sinnes disease Will neuer see your spirit ouer-wrought But in the instant giue you present ease You shal be the deare daughter of his loue And like a father he will looke vpon you And in his mercy so much comfort proue That you shall neuer more be woe-begon you Your soule in heauen shall halfe already be The Angels ginne to set your part to sing Your spirits eye shall in som● grace● se● Some shadowing glory of your heauenly king And you all rauisht with your heauenly ioy Will so his gracious glorious Name ●dore That being healed of your soules annoy This hatefull world shall be your loue no more And you of men that haue bene long admir'd For many worthes well worthy admiration Shall then of Angels be as much