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Salue deus rex iudæorum containing, 1. The passion of Christ, 2. Eues apologie in defence of women, 3. The teares of the daughters of Ierusalem, 4. The salutation and sorrow of the Virgine Marie : with diuers other things not vnfit to be read / written by Mistris Æmilia Lanyer ...; Salve Deus Rex Judaeorum
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Lanyer, Aemilia.
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may he grieue well may he sigh and groane Vnder the burthen of a heauy crosse He faintly goes to make their gaine his losse The sorrow of the virgin Marie ¶ His woefull Mother wayting on her Sonne All comfortlesse in depth of sorow drowned Her griefes extreame although but new begun To see his bleeding body oft shee swouned How could shee choose but thinke her selfe vndone He dying with whose glory shee was crowned None euer lost so great a losse as shee Beeing Sonne and Father of Eternitie Her teares did wash away his pretious blood That sinners might not tread it vnder feet To worship him and that it did her good Vpon her knees although in open street Knowing he was the Iessie floure and bud That must be gath'red when it smell'd most sweet Her Sonne her Husband Father Saviour King Whose death killd Death and tooke away his sting Most blessed Virgin in whose faultlesse fruit All Nations of the earth must needes reioyce No Creature having sence though ne'r so brute But ioyes and trembles when they heare his voyce His wisedome strikes the wisest persons mute Faire chosen vessell happy in his choyce Deere Mother of our Lord whose reuerend name All people Blessed call and spread thy fame For the Almightie magnified thee And looked downe vpon thy meane estate Thy lowly mind and vnstain'd Chastitie Did pleade for Loue at great Iehouaes gate Who sending swift-wing'd Gabriel vnto thee His holy will and pleasure to relate To thee most beauteous Queene of Woman-kind The Angell did vnfold his Makers mind The salutation of the virgin Marie ¶ He thus beganne Haile Mary full of grace Thou freely art beloued of the Lord He is with thee behold thy happy case What endlesse comfort did these words afford To thee that saw'st an Angell in the place Proclaime thy Virtues worth and to record Thee blessed among women that thy praise Should last so many worlds beyond thy daies Loe this high message to thy troubled spirit He doth deliuer in the plainest sence Sayes Thou shouldst beare a Sonne that shal inherit His Father Dauids throne free from offence Call's him that Holy thing by whose pure merit We must be sau'd tels what he is of whence His worth his greatnesse what his name must be Who should be call'd the Sonne of the most High He cheeres thy troubled soule bids thee not feare When thy pure thoughts could hardly apprehend This salutation when he did appeare Nor couldst thou judge whereto those words did tend His pure aspect did mooue thy modest cheere To muse yet joy that God vouchsaf'd to send His glorious Angel who did thee assure To beare a child although a Virgin pure Nay more thy Sonne should Rule and Raigne for euer Yea of his Kingdom there should be no end Ouer the house of Iacob Heauens great Giuer Would giue him powre and to that end did send His faithfull seruant Gabriel to deliuer To thy chast eares no word that might offend But that this blessed Infant borne of thee Thy Sonne The onely Sonne of God should be When on the knees of thy submissiue heart Thou humbly didst demand How that should be Thy virgin thoughts did thinke none could impart This great good hap and blessing vnto thee Farre from desire of any man thou art Knowing not one thou art from all men free When he to answere this thy chaste desire Giues thee more cause to wonder and admire That thou a blessed Virgin shoulst remaine Yea that the holy Ghost should come on thee A maiden Mother subiect to no paine For highest powre should ouershadow thee Could thy faire eyes from teares of joy refraine When God look'd downe vpon thy poore degree Making thee Seruant Mother Wife and Nurse To Heauens bright King that freed vs from the curse Thus beeing crown'd with glory from aboue Grace and Perfection resting in thy breast Thy humble answer doth approoue thy Loue And all these sayings in thy heart doe rest Thy Child a Lambe and thou a Turtle doue Aboue all other women highly blest To find such fauour in his glorious sight In whom thy heart and soule doe most delight What wonder in the world more strange could seeme Than that a Virgin could conceiue and beare Within her wombe a Sonne That should redeeme All Nations on the earth and should repaire Our old decaies who in such high esteeme Should prize all mortals liuing in his feare As not to shun Death Pouertie and Shame To saue their soules and spread his glorious Name And partly to fulfil his Fathers pleasure Whose powrefull hand allowes it not for strange If he vouchsafe the riches of his treasure Pure Righteousnesse to take such il exchange On all Iniquitie to make a seisure Giuing his snow-white Weed for ours in change Our mortall garment in a skarlet Die Too base a roabe for Immortalitie Most happy news that euer yet was brought When Pouerty and Riches met together The wealth of Heauen in our fraile clothing wrought Saluation by his happy comming hither Mighty Messias who so deerely bought Vs Slaues to finne farre lighter than a feather Toss'd to and fro with euery wicked wind The world the flesh or Deuill giues to blind Who on his shoulders our blacke sinnes doth beare To that most blessed yet accursed Crosse Where fastning them he rids vs of our feare Yea for our gaine he is content with losse Our ragged clothing scornes he not to weare Though foule rent torne disgracefull rough and grosse Spunne by that monster Sinne and weav'd by Shame Which grace it selfe disgrac'd with impure blame How canst thou choose faire Virgin then but mourne When this sweet of-spring of thy body dies When thy faire eies beholds his bodie torne The peoples sury heares the womens cries His holy name prophan'd He made a scorne Abusde with all their hatefull slaunderous lies Bleeding and fainting in such wondrous sort As scarce his feeble limbes can him support Now Simon of Cyrene passeth them by Whom they compell sweet IESVS Crosse to beare To Golgatha there doe they meane to trie All cruell meanes to worke in him dispaire That odious place where dead mens skulls did lie There must our Lord for present death prepare His sacred blood must grace that loathsome field To purge more filth than that foule place could yield Christs death ¶ For now arriu'd vnto this hatefull place In which his Crosse erected needes must bee False hearts and willing hands come on apace All prest to ill and all desire to see Gracelesse themselues still seeking to disgrace Bidding him If the Sonne of God he bee To saue himselfe if he could others saue With all th'opprobrious words that might depraue His harmelesse hands vnto the Crosse they nailde And feet that neuer trode in sinners trace Betweene two theeues vnpitied vnbewailde Saue of some few possessors of his grace With sharpest pangs and terrors thus appailde Sterne Death makes way that Life might giue him place His eyes with teares his
To doe that which so many better can Not that I Learning to my selfe assume Or that I would compare with any man But as they are Scholers and by Art do write So Nature yeelds my Soule a sad delight And since all Arts at first from Nature came That goodly Creature Mother of Perfection Whom Ioues almighty hand at first did frame Taking both her and hers in his protection Why should not She now grace my barren Muse And in a Woman all defects excuse So peerelesse Princesse humbly I desire That your great wisedome would vouchsafe t'omit All faults and pardon if my spirits retire Leauing to ayme at what they cannot hit To write your worth which no pen can expresse Were but t'ecclipse your Fame and make it lesse To the Lady ELIZABETHS Grace MOst gratious Ladie faire ELIZABETH Whose Name and Virtues puts vs still in mind Of her of whom we are depriu'd by death The Phoenix of her age whose worth did bind All worthy minds so long as they haue breath In linkes of Admiration loue and zeale To that deare Mother of our Common-weale Euen you faire Princesse next our famous Queene I doe inuite vnto this wholesome feast Whose goodly wisedome though your yeares be greene By such good workes may daily be increast Though your faire eyes farre better Bookes haue seene Yet being the first fruits of a womans wit Vouchsafe you fauour in accepting it To all vertuous Ladies in generall EAch blessed Lady that in Virtue spends Your pretious time to beautifie your soules Come wait on hir whom winged Fame attends And in hir hand the Booke where she inroules Those high deserts that Maiestie commends Let this faire Queene not vnattended bee When in my Glasse she daines her selfe to see Put on your wedding garments euery one The Bridegroome stayes to entertaine you all Let Virtue be your guide for she alone Can leade you right that you can neuer fall And make no stay for feare he should be gone But fill your Lamps with oyle of burning zeale That to your Faith he may his Truth reueale Let all your roabes be purple scarlet white The roabes that Christ wore before his death Those perfit colours purest Virtue wore Come deckt with Lillies that did so delight To be preferr'd in Beauty farre before Wise Salomon in all his glory dight Whose royall roabes did no such pleasure yield As did the beauteous Lilly of the field Adorne your temples with faire Daphnes crowne The neuer changing Laurel alwaies geene Let constant hope all worldly pleasures drowne â—n token of Constancie In wise Mineruaes paths be alwaies scene Or with bright Cynthia thogh faire Venus frown With Esop crosse the posts of euery doore Where Sinne would riot making Virtue poore And let the Muses your companions be Those sacred sisters that on Pallas wait Whose Virtues with the purest minds agree Whose godly labours doe auoyd the baite Of worldly pleasures liuing alwaies free From sword from violence and from ill report To these nine Worthies all faire mindes resort Annoynt your haire with Aarons pretious oyle And bring your palmes of vict'ry in your hands To ouercome all thoughts that would defile The earthly circuit of your soules faire lands Let no dimme shadowes your cleare eyes beguile Sweet odours mirrhe gum aloes frankincense Present that King who di'd for your offence Behold bright Titans shining chariot staies All deckt with flowers of the freshest hew Attended on by Age Houres Nights and Daies Which alters not your beauty but giues you Much more and crownes you with eternall praise This golden chariot wherein you must ride Let simple Doues and subtill serpents guide Come swifter than the motion of the Sunne To be transfigur'd with our louing Lord Lest Glory end what Grace in you begun Of heau'nly riches make your greatest hoord In Christ all honour wealth and beautie 's wonne By whose perfections you appeare more faire Than Phoebus if he seau'n times brighter were Gods holy Angels will direct your Doues And bring your Serpents to the fields of rest Where he doth stay that purchast all your loues In bloody torments when he di'd opprest There shall you find him in those pleasant groues Of sweet Elizium by the Well of Life Whose cristal springs do purge from worldly strife Thus may you flie from dull and sensuall earth Whereof at first your bodies formed were That new regen'rate in a second berth Your blessed soules may liue without all feare Beeing immortall subiect to no death But in the eie of heauen so highly placed That others by your virtues may be graced Where worthy Ladies I will leaue you all Desiring you to grace this little Booke Yet some of you me thinkes I heare to call Me by my name and bid me better looke Lest vnawares I in an error fall In generall tearmes to place you with the rest Whom Fame commends to be the very best T is true I must confesse O noble Fame There are a number honoured by thee Of which some few thou didst recite by name And willd my Muse they should remembred bee Wishing some would their glorious Trophies frame Which if I should presume to vndertake My tired Hand for very feare would quake Onely by name I will bid some of those That in true Honors seate haue long bin placed Yea euen such as thou 〈◊〉 chiefly chose By whom my Muse may be the better graced Therefore vnwilling longer time to lose I will inuite some Ladies that I know But chiefly those as thou hast graced so ⧠To the Ladie Arabella GReat learned Ladie whom I long haue knowne And yet not knowne so much as I desired Rare Phoenix whose faire feathers are your owne With which you flie and are so much admired True honour whom true Fame hath so attired In glittering raiment shining much more bright Than siluer Starres in the most frostie night Come like the morning Sunne new out of bed And cast your eyes vpon this little Booke Although you be so well accompan'ed With Pallas and the Muses spare one looke Vpon this humbled King who all forsooke That in his dying armes he might imbrace Your beauteous Soule and fill it with his grace ¶ To the Ladie Susan Countesse Dowager of Kent and daughter to the Duchesse of Suffolke COme you that were the Mistris of my youth The noble guide of my vngouern'd dayes Come you that haue delighted in Gods truth Help now your handmaid to sound foorth his praise You that are pleas'd in his pure excellencie Vouchsafe to grace this holy feast and me And as your rare Perfections shew'd the Glasse Wherein I saw each wrinckle of a fault You the Sunnes virtue I that faire greene grasse That flourisht fresh by your cleere virtues taught For you possest those gifts that grace the mind Restraining youth whom Errour oft doth blind In you these noble Virtues did I note First loue and feare of God of Prince of Lawes Rare Patience with a mind so farre