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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16792	A solemne passion of the soules loue; Mary Magdalens love. Selections	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1598 (1598)	STC 3696; ESTC S104706	8,964	18

A Solemne Passion of the Soules Loue. At London Printed by Simon Stafford for William Barley and are to be solde at his shop in Gratious street 1598. A solemne Passion of the Soules Loue. A Wake my soule out of the sleepe of sinne And shake off slouth the subiect of thy shame Search out the way how best thou maiest beginne To holy worke thine humble will to frame Then proue not weary of a little paine When fleshes griefe will breede the spirits gaine Confesse thy selfe vnworthy of the sence To learne the least of the supernall will Beseech the heauens in strength of their defence To saue and keepe thee from infernall ill Then fall to worke that all the world may see The ioyfull loue betwixt thy God and thee Tell of his goodnes how he did create thee And in his iustice how he doth correct thee And in his loue how he will neuer hate thee And that his mercy neuer will reiect thee And how he helpt thee when the world distrest thee And with his graces how he sweetly blest thee Say I was sicke and he did send me health I vvas in prison and he set me free And I vvas poore and he did send me wealth And I vvas blinde and he did make me see I vvas perplext and he did heale my paine And being dead he gaue me life againe VVhen I was lame he did my limmes restore VVhen I vvas deafe he made me heare his voice VVhen I vvas vvounded he did heale my sore VVhen I vvas sad he made my soule reioice VVhen I had sind he would not yet forsake me VVhen I vvas lost he did to mercy take me To say yet more what he hath done for me I needes must say his goodnes hath no ende Who when on earth he saw no friend to me Did make me feele I had a heauenly friend A heauenly friend whose helpe doth faile me neuer But is my comfort and my king for euer This is my Lord my life and all my loue My liuing Loue and louing life indeede This is the blessing of my best behoue The sacred fruit whereon I sweetely feede This is the ioy that makes my heart to sing Honour and glory to my heauenly king Oh king more glorious than the world can know thee From whom the day euen from on high doth spring Where glorious works vnto the world doe shew thee Of glorious loue the euerliuing king The king of life in whom the soule doth proue The highest glory of the heauenly Loue. By whose high hands were all things made at first By whose deepe wisedome they are gouernd still By whom alone are blessed or accurst That loue his word or disobay his will By whose sweete breath they liue that do attend him And by whose wrath they die that doe offend him For who can bide the fury of his yre Or halfe conceiue the comfort of his loue Who plagues his foes with an infernall fire And plants his seruants in the heauens aboue Who shakes the heauens makes the mountains bow If he but once begin to knit the brow And where he loues what will he leaue to doe To make the soule acquainted with his kindnes And with what ioy will he the spirit wooe To shun the woes that grow of worldly blindnes What paine or griefe or death did he refuse To saue their liues that he did sweetely chuse Now for the greatnes of his glorious power He is almighty and all glorie his He made the yeare the month day night and hower The heauens earth sea and vvhat in them there is In him alone doth all their being stand And liue or die in his almighty hand He spake the vvord and by his vvord they vvere And all vvas good his secret vvisedome did His vvill did vvorke his fauour vvithout feare And not a thought is from his knowledge hid He knowes the hearts searcheth through the raines And sees the roots euen of the smallest vaines Hee deckt the Skye with sunne moone starres And made the seas to flowe vpon the sand Vpon whose shore his hand did set the barres They shall not passe to ouerflowe the Land Amid the ayre he hath dispearst the Clowdes And onely man within his mercy shrowdes Within the depth the fish their holes doe keepe And in the rocks the Conny makes his house Into the earth the crawling wormes doe creepe And hollowe rocks are harbour for the mouse The Lion keepes his den the bird his nest And man alone doth but in mercy rest Yet these and all are guided by his power And may not passe the passage he hath giuen them The sun his course the Moone must know her houre And clouds must wander but where winds haue driuen thē Beasts know their times fishes know their tides And man alone in onely mercie bides To tell of vvonders by his wisedome vvrought Euen from the greatest to the very least Which time declares by true experience taught In fish and foule in bird in man and beast Marke but the power that doth in each abide And hovve it vveakens in their highest pride The Lyon first is fearefull of the Bee The Elephant doth dread the little mouse Acrovving Cocke the Dragon may not see The stoutest Engle subiect to the louse The greatest Oxe a little taint vvorme killeth And many a man a little Canker spilleth Yet is the Lyon feared for his force The Elephant a huge and mighty beast The fiery Dragon kills without remorse And Eagles carry lambes vnto their nest The Oxe the taint vvorme vnder foote doth tread And man sometimes doth kill the Cankers head But vvhen that power begins to gather pride Then see the strength of the almighty hand By vvhose high helpe the vveakest thinges are tride To spoile the strength vvherein the strongest stand That they may knovv there is a power on hie In vvhom they liue and at his pleasure die To shewe examples of the heauenly might Against the pride of the inferiour power The vvord of truth doth giue a glorious light Where may be seene in minute of an houre How greatest staies that on their strength were groūded With headlong fals vvere vtterly confounded How Pharaoh first the proud Egyptian king That vvould not suffer Israel to passe What plagues and griefes did the almighty bring Vpon the house euen vvhere his lodging vvas Frogges flies and lice did freely make their vvay Euen to the chamber vvhere proud Pharaoh lay A number plagues the Lord did further threaten His Land vvas strooken vvith a darkesome feare His grasse and corne by Grashoppers vvere eaten The plague destroied his people euery vvhere And last himselfe amidst his army crowned Was in a moment in the red sea drowned Yet through these seas his hand did make the way Where all his seruants went and wet no foote Which proues his loue was his elected stay While rebell hearts were torne vp by the roote Which true example to the world may proue The glorious greatnes

of his power and loue Goliah boasted greatly of his strength Yet little Dauid kild him with a stone The Madian Hoast was strong but yet at length By Gideons hand the kings were ouerthrowne By change of tongues fell Babylons high tower And Christ his word did breake the diuels power Yet in it selfe what weaker is than water Which drownd proud Pharao with his mighty host A lowse or flie is of a little matter Yet with such vvormes are men tormented most What strength alas is in a little stone Yet so vve reade Goliah ouerthrowne Know then From whence this wonder power groweth But from the force of the almighty hand Which to the vvorld his glorious power showeth When vvith the weake the strongest cannot stand King Dauid vvrote and it is truely knowne That power belongeth vnto God alone To proue the prowesse of the heauenly power How many more examples may be showne There is no yeare no day no night nor houre But some such action to the vvorld is knowne That truth may vvell vnto his glorie speake God is of power and all the vvorld is weake But since the vvorld cannot the bookes containe Wherein his vvorks of vvonder may be vvrit To admiration let his power remaine And say All powers are subiect vnto it And let me of his loue and mercy write Which is the substance of the soules delight This powerfull Loue the glorie of all grace When he had wrought the world vnto his will And planted each thing in his proper place And in the course that they continue still Of all the workes that he in wonder wrought Made onely man the dearest of his thought For what he made he made but man to serue And man to serue his onely sacred loue And in his loue doth so mans life preserue As may the comfort of his care approue And so approue as may this sentence giue His onely loue doth make the soule to liue He loued the earth when he did giue it life He loued the life when he his Image gaue it He loued the flesh that made the bone a wife He loued the soule when he from death did saue it He loued him euer yet he loued him most To fetch him home when he himselfe had lost Come Poets ye that fill the world with fansies Whose faining Muses shew but madding fits Which all too soone do fall into those franzies That are begotten by mistaking vvits Lay downe your liues compare your loue vvith mine And say whose virtue is the true diuine For further triall let me giue you leaue To adde a trueth vnto your idle stories Wherevvith so oft you do the vvorld deceaue And gaine your selues but ill conceited glories Yet when you see vvhere sweetest sights are showne Looke on my Loue and blush to see your owne With sunny beauties let your loues be blest The sunne doth fetch his light but from my Loue You haue your wonders from the Phoenix nest Mine honour liues but in the heauens aboue Your Muses do your Ladies praises sing The Angels sing in glory of my King The earth alas from whence your loues receiue Their floures sweets their pearls pretius stones To decke themselues with which they do deceiue The blinded spirites of the simple ones This earth from whence their outward graces spring Is but the footestoole of my heauenly King And if he so hath deckt the earth belovv Imagine then the glory of his seate Which may persvvade where Angels tremble so For humane eies the glory is too great For vvhere the sun the moone and stars haue light For natures eies the Beauty is too bright And vvho doth liue that euer ye did loue But that ye could their fairest faire vnfolde And my faire loue let fairest truth approue No eie can liue in glory to behold Your clearest beauty is vvith age declining My Loues bright glory is for euer shining If you be vvise thinke vvhere true wisedome liueth And then allovv the honour to my loue If yours be kinde thinke vvho the comfort giueth And knovv the turkey from the turtle doue If constant yours that truth let my loue trie Who lost his life to saue his loue thereby And let me see hovv liueth all your loue But on desert the stay of all your state And in my Loue a further life approue Who lou de indeede vvhen he had cause to hate Your fancies oft for lacke of fauour starue But my Loue doth both mine and yours preserue Then truly say whom chiefe your loues doe chuse To cast the countenance of their fauours on Then vvhom againe they vvholy do refuse In liking thought as most to looke vpon Then do but looke vpon my loue his choice And vvhose heart most he maketh to reioyce The vvealthy mighty vvise and vvell at ease Doe fit the fansies of your Ladies best But poore and vveake and simple soules best please My heauenly Loue to labour in his brest And vvho the world doth vtterly refuse Those doth my Loue vnto his fauour chuse And see vvhat power is in your louing natures To take or giue vvhat ye may gaine or lose And ye shall see they are but my loues creatures Whose liues are at his pleasure to dispose And vvhile your fauours all doe fade away My sweete Loues blessings neuer vvill decay Could ye conceiue the smallest of the sweete That doth discend from my soules dearest Loue Vpon the faith that falleth at his feete That doth in prayer but his mercy proue And you vvill blot out euery idle line And yeeld your soules vnto this Loue of mine Compare a vveede vnto a holsome flower A cloudy euening to a sunny daie A foggie miste vnto an Aprill shower Nouember blaste vnto a bloome of May And you shall easily see the difference plaine Betwixt my sun-shine and your showers of raine Compare meere folly to the finest vvit The coursest copper to the purest golde The healthfull body with an ague fit And set the youthfull age against the old The Rauens foule note to Philomelaes voice And quickly say which is the better choice Compare foule pride to faire humility A kinde discretion to a dogged nature The clownish race to true gentility A blessed Angell to a cursed creature Fauours to frownes and smiling vnto scowles And say the Phoenix akes all birds but owles Compare the earth vnto the heauen on hie The spirites treasures vnto fleshly toies The pibble stone vnto the Azurde Skie The woes of men vnto the Angels ioyes The lowest weakenes vnto the highest powers Then see the difference twixt my loue and yours And when you see how all sweete blessings grow But from the ground of my loues liuing grace And do againe the imperfection know VVherein you doe your fond affection place Then all your titles to this truth resigne There is no life but in this loue of mine And giue me leaue to praise my princely Loue. Although my wittes are short of such a worth And let my spirite in my