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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A12634	Saint Peters complaynt With other poems.	Southwell, Robert, Saint, 1561?-1595.	1595 (1595)	STC 22956; ESTC S117658	24,262	74

Ah not my sonne my soule it is that dyes It dyes for drought yet had a spring in sight VVorthy to dye that would not liue and might Faire Absolons foule faults compard with mine Are brightest sands to mud of Sodome lakes High aymes yong spirits birth of royall line Made him play false where kingdomes were the stakes He gazd on golden hopes whose lustre winnes Sometime the grauest wittes to grieuous sinnes But I whose crime cuts off the least excuse A kingdome lost but hop'd no mite of gaine My highest marke was but the worthlesse vse Of some few lingring howres of longer paine Vngratefull child his parent he pursude I Gyants warre with God himselfe renude Ioy infant Saints whom in the tender flower A happy storme did free from feare of sinne Long is their life that die in blisfull hower Ioyfull such ends as endles ioyes begin Too long they liue that lyue till they be nought Life sau'd by sinne base purchase deerely bought This lot was mine your fate was not so fearce VVhom spotlesse death in cradle rockt a sleepe Sweet Roses mixt with Lillies strow'd your hearce Death virgin white in martirs red did steepe Your downy heads both pearles and rubies crownd My hoary locks did femall feares confound You bleating Ewes that waile thys vvoluish spoyle Of sucking Lambes new bought with bitter throwes To balme your babes your eyes distill theyr oyle Each hart to tombe her child wide rupture showes Rue not theyr death whom death did but reuiue Yeeld ruth to me that liu'd to die aliue VVith easie losse sharpe wreacks dyd he eschew That Sindonles aside did naked slyp Once naked grace no outward garment knew Rich are his robes whom sinne did neuer stryp I that in vaunts displaid prides fayrest flags Disrob'd of grace am wrapt in Adams rags VVhen traytor to the Sonne in Mothers eyes I shall present my humble sute for grace VVhat blush can paint the shame that will arise Or write my inward feeling in my face Might she the sorrow with the sinner see Though I dispisde my griefe might pittyed bee But ah how can her eares my speech endure Or sent my breath still reeking hellish steeme Can Mother like what did the Sonne abiure Or hart deflowr'd a virgins loue redeeme The Mother nothing loues that Sonne doth loath Ah lothsome wretch detested of them both O sister Nymphes the sweet renowned payre That blesse Bethania bounds with your aboade Shall I infect that sanctified ayre Or staine those steps where Iesus breath'd and trode No let your prayers perfume that sweetned place Turne me with Tygers to the wildest chase Could I reuiued Lazarus behold The thyrd of that sweet Trinitie of Saints VVould not astonisht dread my sences hold Ah yes my hart euen with his naming faints I seeme to see a messenger from hell That my prepared torments comes to tell O Iohn ô Iames we made a triple corde Of three most louing and best loued friends My rotten twist was broken with a word Fit now to fuel fire among the fiends It is not euer true though often spoken That triple twisted corde is hardly broken The dispossessed deuils that out I threw In Iesus name now impiously forsworne Triumph to see mee caged in theyr mew Trampling my ruines with contempt and scorne My periuries were musick to their daunce And now they heape disdaines on my mischaunce Our rock say they is riuen ô welcome hower Our Eagles wings are clypt that wrought so hie Our thundering Cloude made noise but cast no shower He prostrate lyes that would haue scal'd the sky In womans tongue our runner found a rub Our Cedar now is shrunke into a shrub These scornefull wordes vpbraid my inward thought Proofes of their damned prompters neighbour voice Such vgly guests still wait vpon the nought Fiends swarm to soules that swarue from vertues choise For breach of plighted truth this true I trie Ah that my deede thus gaue my word the lie Once and but once too deere a once to twice it A heauen in earth Saints nere my selfe I saw Sweet was the sight but sweeter loues did spice it But sightes and loues did my misdeed with-draw From heauen and Saints to hell and diuels estrang'd Those sights to frights those loues to hates are chang'd Christ as my God was tempted in my thought As man he lent mine eyes their dearest light But sinne his temple hath to ruine brought And now he lightneth terrour from his sight Now of my lay vnconsecrate desires Prophaned wretch I tast the earned hires Ah sinne the nothing that doth all things file Out-cast from heauen earths curse the cause of hell Parent of death author of our exile The wrecke of soules the wares that fiends do sell. That men to monsters Angels turnes to diuels VVrong of all rights selfe ruine root of euils A thing most done yet more then God can doe Dayly new done yet euer done amisse Friended of all yet vnto all a foe Seeming a heauen yet banishing from blisse Serued with toyle yet paying nought but paines Mans deepest losse though false esteemed gaine Shot without noyse wound without present smart First seeming light prouing in fyne a lode Entring with ease not easily wonne to part Far in effects from that the showes abode Endorc'd with hope subscribed with dispaire Vgly in death though life did faine it faire O forfeiture of heauen eternall debt A moments ioy ending in endlesse fires Our natures scumme the worlds entangling Net Night of our thoughts death of all good desires VVorse then all this worse then all tongues can say VVhich man could owe but onely God defray This fawning viper dumme till he had wounded VVith many mouthes doth now vpbraid my harmes My sight was vaild till I my selfe confounded Then did I see the dissinchanted charmes Then could I cut the anotomy of sinne And search with Linxes eyes what lay within Bewitching euill that hides death in deceits Still borrowing lying shapes to maske thy face Novv know I the deciphring of thy sleights A cunning deerely bought with losse of grace Thy sugred poyson now hath wrought so well That thou hast made me to my selfe a hell My eye reades mournfull lessons to my hart My hart doth to my thought the griefes expound My thought the same doth to my tongue impart My tongue the message in the eares doth sound My eares back to my hart theyr sorrowes send Thus circkling griefes runne round without an end My guilty eye still seemes to see my sinne All things Charecters are to spell my fall VVhat eye doth reade without hart rues within VVhat hart doth rue to pensiue thought is gall VVhich when the thought would by the tongue disgest The eare conuayes it backe into the brest Thus gripes in all my parts do neuer fayle VVhose onely league is now in bartring paines VVhat I in grosse they traffique by retayle Making each others miseries theyr gaines All bound for euer prentizes to care VVhile I in

abiure Could seruile feare of rendring natures due VVhich growth in yeeres was shortly like to claime So thrall my loue that I should thus eschue A vowed death and misse so faire an ayme Die die disloyall wretch thy life detest For sauing thine thou hast forsworne the best Ah life sweet drop drownd in a sea of sowers A flying good posting to doubtfull end Still loosing months and yeeres to gaine new howers Faine time to haue and spare yet forst to spend Thy growth decrease a moment all thou hast That gone ere knowne the rest to come or past Ah life the maze of countlesse straying waies Open to erring steps and strow'd with baits To winde weake sences into endlesse strayes A loofe from vertues rough vnbeaten straights A flower a play a blast a shade a dreame A liuing death a neuer turning streame And could I rate so high a life so base Did feare with loue cast so vneuen account That for this goale I should runne Iudas race And Caiphas rage in crueltie surmount Yet they esteemed thirtie pence his price I worse then both for nought deny'd him thrise The mother sea from ouerflowing deepes Sends forth her issue by diuided vaines Yet backe her of-spring to theyr mother creepes To pay theyr purest streames with added gaines But I that drunke the drops of heauenly flud Bemyr'd the gyuer with returning mud Is this the haruest of his sowing toyle Did Christ manure thy hart to breed him bryers Or doth it need this vnaccustomd soyle VVith hellish dunge to fertile heauens desires No no the Marle that periuries doth yeeld May spoyle a good not fat a barraine field VVas this for best deserts the duest meede Are highest worthes well wag'de with spitefull hire Are stoutest vowes repeal'd in greatest neede Should friendship at the first affront retire Blush crauen sott lurke in eternall night Crouch in the darkest caues from loathed light Ah wretch why was I nam'd sonne of a doue VVhose speeches voyded spight and breathed gall No kin I am vnto the bird of loue My stony name much better sutes my fall My othes were stones my cruell tongue the sling My God the marke at which my spight did fling VVere all the Iewish tiranies too few To glut thy hungry lookes with his disgrace That thou more hatefull tirannies must shew And spit thy poyson in thy Makers face Didst thou to spare his foes put vp thy sword To brandish now thy tongue against thy Lord Ah tongue that didst his prayse and Godhead sound How wert thou stain'd with such detesting words That euery word was to his hart a wound And launst him deeper then a thousand swordes VVhat rage of man yea what infernall spirite Could haue disgorg'd more loathsome dregs of spite VVhy did the yeelding sea like marble way Support a wretch more wauering then the waues VVhom doubt did plunge why did the water stay Vnkind in kindnesse murthering while it saues O that this toung had then been fishes food And I deuour'd before this cursing moode Their surges depthes and seas vnfirme by kinde Rough gusts and distance both from ship and shoare VVere titles to excuse my staggering minde Stout feete might falter on that liquid floare But here no seas no blastes no billowes were A puffe of womans winde bred all my feare O coward troupes far better arm'd then harted VVhom angry words whom blowes could not prouok VVhom though I taught how sore my weapon smarted Yet none repaide me with a wounding stroke O no that stroke could but one moitie kill I was reseru'd both halfes at once to spill Ah whether was forgotten loue exilde VVhere did the truth of pledged promise sleepe VVhat in my thoughts begat this ougly child That could through rented soule thus fircely creepe O viper feare their death by whom thou liuest All good thy ruynes wrecke all euels thou giuest Threats threw me not torments I none assayde My fray with shades conceits dyd make me yeeld VVounding my thoughts with feares selfely dismayd I neyther fought nor lost I gaue the field Infamous foyle a Maidens easie breath Dyd blow me downe and blast my soule to death Titles I make vntruths am I a rocke That with so soft a gale was ouer-throwne Am I fit Pastor for the faithfull flocke To guide theyr soules that murdred thus mine owne A rock of ruine not a rest to stay A Pastor not to feed but to betray Fidelitie was flowne when feare was hatched Incompatible brood in vertues nest Courage can lesse with cowardise be matched Prowesse nor loue lodg'd in deuided brest O Adams child cast by a sillie Eue Heire to thy Fathers foyles and borne to greeue In Thabors ioyes I eger was to dwell An earnest friend while pleasures light did shine But when ecclipsed glory prostrate fell These zealous heates to sleepe I did resigne And now my mouth hath thrise his name defil'd That cry'd so loud three dwellings there to build VVhen Christ attending the distressefull hower VVith his surcharged brest did blesse the ground Prostrate in pangs rayning a bleeding shower Me like my selfe a drowsie friend he found Thrise in his care sleepe closde my carelesse eye Presage how him my tongue should thrise deny Parting from Christ my fainting force declin'd VVith lingring foote I followed him a loofe Base feare out of my hart his loue vnshrind Huge in high words but impotent in proofe My vaunts did seeme hatcht vnder Sampsons locks Yet womans wordes did giue me murdring knocks So farre luke warme desires in crasie loue Farre off in neede with feeble foote they trayne In tydes they swimme low ebbes they scorne to proue They seeke their friends delights but shun their paine Hire of a hireling minde is earned shame Take now thy due beare thy begotten blame Ah coole remisnes vertues quartane feuer Pyning of loue consumption of grace Old in the cradle languor dying euer Soules wilfull famine sinnes soft stealing pace The vndermining euill of zealous thought Seeming to bring no harmes till all be brought O portresse of the doore of my disgrace VVhose toung vnlockt the truth of vowed minde VVhose wordes from cowardes hart did courage chase And let in death-full feares my soule to blinde O hadst thou been the portresse to my tombe VVhen thou wert portresse to that cursed roome Yet loue was loath to part feare loath to die Stay daunger life did counterplead their causes I fauouring stay and life bad daunger flie But daunger did except against these clauses Yet stay and liue I would and daunger shunne And lost my selfe while I my verdict wonne I stayde yet did my staying farthest part I liu'd but so that sauing life I lost it Daunger I shun'd but to my sorer smart I gayned nought but deeper domage crost it VVhat daunger distance death is worse then this That runnes from God and spoyles his soule of blisse O Iohn my guide into this earthly hell Too well acquainted in so ill a court VVhere rayling mouthes with