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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16742	An excellent poeme, vpon the longing of a blessed heart which loathing the world, doth long to be with Christ. With an addition, vpon the definition of loue. Compiled by Nicholas Breton, Gentleman.	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1601 (1601)	STC 3649; ESTC S104781	14,766	48

that is God All kinde of loue but this is but mistaken And all conceit but this is misconceiued All kinde of loue but this must be forsaken All trust but in this trueth may be deceiued All in this loue all trueth may be perceiued All hearts beliefe and all soules seale vnto it All what is good this loue doeth onely doe it What shall I say but t is beyond my saying To tell you all may of this loue be sayd And yet that trueth be free from all betraying That hath no more then what she knowes bewray'd Let me but stay but where as shee hath staid And say but this as I haue said before That loue is God and I can say no more Solus Amor Deus Solus in toto laudandus Deus OH blessed loue the life of blessednesse If euer thou diddest ●elpe a sinners heart Behold my teares and in thy holynesse Assist my spirit with thy sacred Art That al the world may ioy to heare me sing The holy praises of my heauenly King Inspire me with that vnderstanding power Which may conceiue and by desert commend The toppe of truth on that triumphant Tower Where graces dwell and glories neuer end Let some such Angell helpe me in deuising As speakes of praise in glories euer rising Oh loue how gratious is that beautie held That giues the world but shadowes to behold But oh what glorie maist thou iustly yeeld Vnto that life which doth thy life vnfold And while all shadowes fade and fall away Is euer bright and neuer can decay In natures beautie all the best can be Are shadowing colours to deceiue the eye But in this beautie may our spirits see A light wherein we liue and cannot die A light whereby we see that most auailes vs The comfort of our faith that neuer failes vs. How bountifull is that faire hand accounted That of his store a little stinte bestoweth But how in bountie hath that hand surmounted That euer giuing asking ouer-goeth And for no gift shall in true grace be scanting Doth giue it selfe to see no comfort wanting How wise is he that teacheth how to wielde The world at will by wicked wits deuise But wiser much that findes that wit beguil'd That neuer seekes the way to Paradise Oh blessed loue none but thy Lord of light Doth giue the soule that perfect heauenly light How kinde is he that doth his friend relieue In time of need of worldly mindes reputed But he that helpes the heart that him doth grieue To such a minde what praise may bee imputed How kinde is then our Christ let his death trie Who hated sinne yet did for sinners die How valiant is hee held that can subdue By force of hand the furie of his foe But in whose hand such valour euer grewe As gaue both death and hell their ouerthrow None but thy Lord my loue that God of light Who makes all powers to tremble at his sight How patient is that poore conceit esteem'd That can put vp a wrong or crosse or two But how more patient may our Christ be deem'd That bare all wrongs that all the world could doe Oh peerelesse paterne of true patience power That conquerd death in passions dying houre How iust is he who as the Law doth beare The likeliest trueth his iudgement doth pronounce But how more iuste whom neither hope nor feare Could euer mooue to challenge or denounce Sweet Iesus Christ who neuer Caesar wrongeth And giues to God that vnto God belongeth How gracious is that creature to be thought That doeth repent him of his wickednesse But how more gracious in whom God hath wrought The perfect height of Graces holinesse It is thy life my loue our Lord and God Who by his Grace all sinne hath ouer-trod How comfortable is esteemd that hand That heales the sicke although not neere to death But what more comfort in that power doeth stand Then to the dead can giue a liuing breath My loue thou knowest that Lazarus can tell When Maries teares did please our master well What should I in particulars proceed When all and summe that heauen and earth can show Are short to finde how farre he doeth exceede The praise of prayse where highest prayses goe But worship him in whom all Graces liue Worthy more glory then the world can giue And since my God and euerliuing Lord All in himselfe all height of glory holdeth And to the faithfull onely doeth affoord No more to know them mercies care vnfoldeth Let my soules loue but humbly fall before him In admiration wholly to adore him For beauty bounty wisedome valour kindnesse Grace patience comfort iustice trueth perfection In whom all these doe liue what reasons blindnesse Can thinke to reach in prayses due perfection VVhere in the height to haue all glory sounded Both heau'ns and earth and Angels are confounded And since farre more then most that can be thought Liues in the light of his incomprehension Which neuer sense that euer proudly sought But perisht in the instant of intention Ler my soule sing when all hearts strings are broken His prayse is more then can in praise be spoken Gloria in excelsis Deo When the Angels all are singing All of glorie euer springing In the ground of high heauens graces Where all vertues haue their places Oh that my poore soule were neere them With an humble heart to heare them Then should faith in loues submission Ioying but in mercies blessing Where that sinnes are in remission Sing the ioyfull soules confessing Of her comforts high commending All in glorie neuer ending But ah wretched sinfull creature How should the corrupted nature Of this wicked heart of mine Thinke vpon that loue diuine That doth tune the Angels voices While the hoast of heauen reioyces No the songe of deadly sorrowe In the night that hath no morrow And their paines are neuer ended That haue heauenly powers offended Is more fitting to the merite Of my foule infected spirite Yet while mercie is remoouing All the sorrowes of the louing How can faith be full of blindnesse To despaire of mercies kindnesse While the hand of heauen is giuing Comfort from the euerliuing No my soule be no more sorie Looke vnto that life of glorie Which the grace of faith regardeth And the teares of loue rewardeth Where the soule the comfort getteth That the Aungels musique setteth There when thou art well conducted And by heauenly grace instructed How the faithfull thoughtes to fashion Of a rauisht louers passion Sing with sainctes to Aungels nighest Halleluiah in the highest Gloria in excelsis Deo

voide of loue Some thinke it is a babe of beauties getting Nurst vp by Nature and times onely breeding A pretty worke to set the wits a whetting Vpon a fancy of an humours feeding Where reason findes but little sense in reeding No no I see children must goe to Schoole Philosophie is not for euery foole And some againe thinke there is no such thing But in conceit a kinde of coyned Iest Which onely doth of idle humors spring Like to a Bird within a Phoenix nest Where neuer yet did any yong one rest But let such fooles take heed of blasphemie For loue is high in his Diuinitie But to be short to learne to finde him out T is not in beauties eyes nor babyes harts He must goe beat another world about And seeke for loue but in those liuing parts Of reasons light that is the life of Arts That will perceiue though he can neuer see The perfect essence whereof loue may be It is too cleare a brightnesse for mans eye Too high a wisedom for his wits to finde Too deepe a secret for his sense to trie And all too heauenly for his earthly minde It is a grace of such a glorious kinde As giues the soule a secret power to know it But giues no heart nor spirit power to show it It is of heauen and earth the highest beautie The powerfull hand of heauens and earths creation The due commander of all spirits duety The Deitie of Angels Adoration The glorious substance of the soules saluation The light of Truthe that all perfection trieth And life that giues the life that neuer dieth It is the height of God and hate of ill Tryumph of Trueth and falshoods ouerthrow The onely worker of the highest will And onely knowledge that doeth knowledge know And onely ground where it doeth onely growe It is in summe the substance of all blisse Without whose blessing all thing nothing is But in it selfe it selfe it all containeth And from it selfe but of it selfe it giueth It nothing loseth and it nothing gaineth But in the glorie of it selfe it liueth A ioy which soone away all sorrow driueth The prooued truth of all perfections storie Our God incomprehensible in glorie Thus is it not a Riddle to be read And yet a secret to be found in reading But when the heart ioynes yssue with the head In settled faith to seeke the spirits feeding While in the woundes that euer fresh are bleeding In Christ his side the faithfull soule may see In perfect life what perfect loue may be No further seeke then for to finde out loue Then in the liues of euerliuing blisse Where carefull conscience may in comfort prooue In sacred loue that heauenly substance is That neuer guides the gracious minde amisse But makes the soule to finde in lifes behoue What thing indeed end nothing else is loue Then make no doubt of either good or bad If this or that in substance or in thought And by what meanes it may be sought or had Whereof it is and how it may be wrought Let it suffice the word of truth hath taught It is the grace but of the liuing God Before beginning that with him abode It brought forth power to worke wisedome to will Iustice to iudge Mercie to execute Vertue to plant Charitie to fill Time to direct Truth falshood to confute Pitie to pleade in pemtences suite Patience to bide and peace to giue the rest To prooue how loue doth make the spirit blest And this is God and this same God is loue For God and loue in charitie are one And charitie is that same God aboue In whome doth liue that onely loue alone VVithout whose grace true loue is neuer none Then seeke no further what is loue to finde But onely carie God within thy minde Leaue in the world to looke for any loue For on the earth is little faith to finde And faithlesse hearts in too much trueth doe proue Loue doth not liue where care is so vnkinde Men in their natures differ from their kinde Sinne fils the world so full of secret euils Men should be Gods to men but they are deuils Christ lou'd to death yet loue did neuer die For loue by death did worke the death of death Oh liuing loue oh heauenly Mystery To great a glory for this world beneath The blessed breathing of the highest breathe Blest are they borne that onely finde in thee Oh blessed God what blessed loue nay be Let then the Poets leaue their idle humours That write of loue where there is no such thing And let the world not hearken to those rumours That speake of loue or whence that life doeth spring Except it be in this our blessed king And Lord of life in whom our foules may proue The onely life of euerliuing loue Let wantons weepe that laughing sought for loue VVithin the Gems of their mistaken ioyes And turne with teares that perfect path to proue That leades the spirit from the worlds annoyes Vnto that treasure that admits no toyes But in the riches of the soule doeth proue The heauenly life of blessed spirits loue And let the wise if any such there be As God forbid but there were many such That in their soules by secret wisedome see In the true triall of true vertues touch The worth that faith can not affect too much Confesse they finde in trueths effects alone That God is loue without whom there is none Amidde the skie there is one onely sunne Amidde the ayre one onely Phoenix flies One only Time by which all houres doe runne One onely life that liues and neuer dies One onely eye that euerie thought descries One onely light that shewes one onely loue One onely loue and that is God aboue To say yet further what this loue may be It is a holy heauenly excellence Aboue the power of any eye to see Or wit to finde by worlds experience It is the spirit of lifes Quintessence VVhose rare effects may partly be perceiued But to the full can neuer be conceiued It is repentance sweete restoratiue The Rosa solis the ficke soule reuiueth It is the faithfull hearts preseruatiue It is the hauen where happie grace arriueth It is the life that death of power depriueth It is in summe the euerlasting blisse VVhere God alone in all his glorie is It is a ioy that neuer comes in iest A comfort that doth cut off euerie care A rule wherein the life of life doth rest VVhere all the faithfull finde their happie fare A good that doth but onely God declare A line that his right hand doth drawe so euen As leads the soule the high waye vnto heauen If then henceforth you aske what thing is loue In light in life in grace in God goe looke it And if in these you doe not truely prooue How in your hearts you may for euer booke it Vnhappy thinke yourselues you haue mistooke it For why the life that death hath ouer-trod Is but the loue of Grace and