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A07162
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Marie Magdalens lamentations for the losse of her master Iesus
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Markham, Gervase, 1568?-1637.
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If life hovv doe I then such dead fits prove If it bereaveth sence hovv did I see The Angels then if it revive the same Why did I not knovv Iesus vvhen he came And doe I in such zeale thus seeke for one Whom vvhen I have found out I do not know Or if I know him that of late vvas gone Now having him vvhy doe I seeke him so Behold my Christ is come he vvhom I sought Doth talke vvith me and I my selfe know nought Why doe I not then vvipe my dazled eies Ah hath my Lord in this vvorld liv'd so long Di'de vvith such paine shed shours of tears with cries Laboured so much and suffered so much vvrong And hath thereby no more preferment cought But for to be a silly Gardiner thought And hath my kindnesse so much cost bestowed Vpon the ointment vvhich I did prepare Have I in anguish pin'd and so long sorrowed Shead all these teares and had such heedlesse care And vvas all done for one and one no better Than is a silly simple Gardiner Alas and is a silly garden plot The best free-hold that my love can afford Is this the highest office he hath got To be a Gardiner now that vvas my Lord He better might have liv'd and owned me Than vvith his death to have bought so small a fee. Marie Magdalens sixt Lamentation Iesus said unto hâ—r Marie she turned and said unto him Rabbâ—ni OH loving Lord thou only didst deferre My consolation to encrease it more That thy delightfull presence might preferre The better vvelcome being vvisht so sore In that thy absence little hope had left Vnto my heart so long of blisse bereft It may be that I knew not former blisse Till I a time vvas from the sweetnesse vvean'd Nor vvhat it vvas such treasures rich to misse Which in thy presence I of late attain'd Vntill my povertie had made it cleere Of vvhat inestimable rate they vvere But now thou shewst me by a proofe most sweet That though I paid thee vvith my dearest love With vvater of my teares to vvash thy feet With my best breath vvhich all desire could move Yet small the price vvas that I did bestow Waying the vvorth which now thou letst me know I sought thee dead pind in a stonie gaile But find thee living and at libertie Shrin'd in a shroud thy visage vvan and pale Left as the modell of all miserie But now invest in glorious robes I find thee And as the president of blisse I mind thee As all this vvhile I sought but could not find Wept vvithout comfort cal'd unanswered to So now thy comming satisfies my mind Thy triumphs please my teares vvhich long did vvo And all my cries are husht vvith this one vvord Marie cause sweetly spoken from my Lord. For vvhen I heard thee call in vvonted sort And vvith thy usuall voice my only Name Issuing from that thy heavenly mouths report So strange an alteration it did frame As if I had been vvholly made anew Being only nam'd by thee vvhose voice I knew Whereas before my greefe benum'd me so My bodie seem'd the hearse of my dead hart My heart soules coffin kil'd vvith care and vvo And my vvhole selfe did seeme in every part A double funerall presented plaine Of thee and of my selfe together slaine But now this one vvord hath my sence restored Lightned my mind and quickned my heart And in my soule a living spirit poured Yea vvith sweet comfort strengthened every part For vvell this vvord a spirit dead may raise Which only vvord made Heaven World and Seas Marie I vvas vvhen sin possest me vvhole Marie I am being now in state of grace Marie did vvorke the ill that damn'd her soule Marie did good in giving ill place And now I shew both vvhat I vvas and am This vvord alone displaies my ioy and shame For by his vertues that did speake the same An Epitome of all his mercies sweet A Repetition of my miseries came And all good haps I did together meet Which so my sences ravished vvith ioy I soone forgot my sorrowes and annoy And thus my heart a troupe of ioies did lead Mustered in rankes to mutinie they fell Conspiring vvhich might worthiest be made With them my owne unworthies doe rebell And long in doubtfull issue they contend Till view of highest blisse the strife did end He vvas my Sunne vvhose going downe did leave A dumpish night vvith fearefull fancies fild And did each starre of glistering shines bereave And all the vvorld vvith mystie horror hill'd And every planet reigning erst so bright Were chang'd to dismall signes in this darke night Yet now the clearenesse of his lovely face His vvords authoritie vvhich all obay This foggie darknesse cleane away doth chace And brings a calme and bright vvell tempered day And doth disperse clouds of melancholie Awakes my sence and cures my lethargie Rapt vvith his voice impatient of delay Out of his mouth his talke I greedily take And to this first and only vvord I say And vvith one other vvord this answere make Rabboni then my ioy my speech did choke I could no more proceed nor more hear spoke Love vvould have spoke but fear conceal'd the clause Hope framed vvords but doubt their passage staies When I should speake I then stood in a pause My suddaine ioy my inward thoughts quite slaies My voice doth tremble and my toung doth falter My breath doth faile and all my sences alter Lastly in lieu of vvords issue my teares Deepe sighs in stead of sentences are spent Their mothers vvant they fill vvith sighs and feares And from the heart halfe uttered breath they sent Which so in passions conflict disagree To sounds perceiv'd they cannot sorted be So fares the heart that 's sicke for suddaine ioy Attaining that for vvhich it long did fire For even as feare is loves still servile boy And hope an usher unto hot desire So love is hard a firme beleefe in gaining And credulous coniectures entertaining And though desire be apt for to admit Of vvisht for comfort any smallest shade The hotter yet it burnes in having it The more it cares to have it perfit made And vvhile least hope is vvanting vvhich is sought The best assurances avantage nought And even as hope doth still the best presume Inviting ioy to vvelcome good successe So feare suspects true blisse can hardly come And cals up sorrow making it seeme lesse With greefe bewailing the uncertainetie Of that vvhich should be sole felicitie And vvhile as these doe mutually contend Feare sometime falleth into deepe despaire Hope rising up his fierie darts doth send Of vvrath repining to the emptie aire Making a doubtfull skirmish dead they stand Till evidence of proofe the strife have skand For though poore I so suddainely repli'de Vpon the notice of his voice well knowne Yet for because so rare a chaunce I spi'de His person chaung'd himselfe unlookt for showne The sight my thoughts into sedition drew Then were they purg'd