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A17357
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Iesus præfigured, or, A poëme of the holy name of Iesus in five bookes. The first, and second booke
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Abbot, John, fl. 1623.
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phantastike meate My bodies figure and a tipike VVine For I a substance promist ' not a signe The Architect of lies maketh such Feasts And vvith like fopperies deceiues his guests Hee carries them to Castles of the aire And makes them thinke they feede on daintie fare VVhen they eate nothing all are trickes of his Each thing a signe each thing a shaddov is They neither haue before them flesh nor fish But idle faith composeth eu'ry dish Call they not mee impostor vvith high Priests VVho saie that I so jugle vvith my ghests I bid them to a banquet saie their meate Shall be diuine my bodie they shall eate But vvhen they sit dovvne an od fellovv saith Take eate this bread and feed on Christ by faith The putid Berengarius mumbled so And long since for an Heretique did goe And yet the people must persuaded be That such a dinner vvas ordain'd by me MARIE his Mother vvho triumph'de or'e Hell Giueth a voice to making of this Bell. And bids all people to this Temple goe VVhich in the former lines my Muse doth shevv And thus she speakes This Church vnto my Son Belongs for in it are due honours done To mee his Mother IESVS Priests are heere For pietie hath builded euerie vvhere Many faire Altars and to honour mee The vvorld continuall sacrifice doth see Each hart is made an holy Altar stone VVhereon due victimes vnto mee are done Petitions are the Hoasts vvhich please mee vvell As vvith deuotions Frankinsence they smell VVhen as the vvorld its first beginning had And sin had made the tvvo beginners sad Great God the serpent punishing from vvhom Both sin and sadnesse came pronounc'd this doome That there should be an euerlasting vvarre T'vvixt mee and Satan betvvixt those vvho are His Sons and such vvho from my bovvels spring Such Children at the Crosse I forth did bring That vvas the groning Bed I laie vpon VVhen at my IESVS death I did beare IOHN And in him the vvhole Church my eldest boie Borne vvithout paine but not vvithout much joye Great IESVS vvas the earth and heauen smilde VVhen my vvombe blest the vvorld vvith this braue child IESVS and IOHNS acknovvledge I my seed In sorrovv IOHNS as RACHEL I did breed IOHNS knovving I am theirs and IESVS Mother VVith filiall loue affect me 'fore all other Knovv then that Tempel in the vvhich you see My progenie IESVS true Church to bee Novv by these markes you shall my children knovv A great respect and loue to me they shovve They knovv vvhat grace on earth God to me gaue They knovv vvhat glorie in the heau'ns I haue Such Chrysostome such Anselme Bernard vveare By God instructed in my visions share They knovv vvhat int'rest I haue in my Son He euer hath and vvill graunt mee each boone Like Bersabee I sit at his right hand And though I doe intreat yet I commaund Therefore to mee they doe direct their prairs My Son heares my petitions I heare theirs A mothers title doth my IESVS moue Mee to helpe them forceth a Mothers loue VVhere you see Virgins deuoute humble lovv There 's IESVS Church into that Temple goe VVhere you see some vvith loues vvings mount on high They are my seed so vvhilst I liu'de did I. Mine are those Children vvho make me their glasse T' adorne themselues vvith virtues as I vvas By such apparell you my seed shall knovv But Satans sons in diff'rent habits goe Yet learne their markes that vvhen you shal them meet You may discerne them by their clouen feete God promised a vvoeman vvho should tread On the old serpens necke and bruise his head Am I not shee vvho conceiu'd vvithout sin In Mothers vvombe to bruise him did begin VVhom sin taints not sin is the serpents head Such trample on him yea such strike him dead EVE vvas a cursed tree on vvhich did grovv To ADAM and his generation vvoe I bore a fruit IESVS my royall Son VVho did restore vvhat ADAM had vndone Grovving in Caluarie vpon a CROSSE He did repaire terrestriall Edens losse VVherefore 'gainst me vvhom mightie God did chuse And as a meanes in mans redemption vse 'Gainst mee the Mother of the God of Hoafls The Prince of Hell musters his damned Ghosts 'Gainst mee each Goblin each infernall sprite Proclaimeth vvarre spitteth at mee his spite But since my person they cannot come nigh Glorie and grace haue lifted me so high That diu'lish malice vvhich to mee they ovve In blasphemies and opprobries they shovv So doth the Serpent and his vvicked race Diminish that all ouer-shadovving grace VVherevvith the holy Ghost my soule did fill VVhen IESVS leauing high Olympus hill Chose my parthenian vvombe that flesh to make VVhich on himselfe the Deitie vvould take VVhen they dare saie offenders vvith sin foule As much grace beautifies as my pure soule If God my ANSELME did inspire as hee Affirmes hovv those that are deuoute to me May firmely hope that their names helpe to fill That booke vvhich Gods predestinating vvill Hath vvrit this pietie and filiall loue My deuotes to enroll great God doth moue Shall not such justly feare their names to finde In the blacke booke of death vvhose canker'd minde Replenisht is vvith spight vvith splene vvith hate Against my person and my glorious state Can such more spit their rancourd malice forth Then in diminishing my graces vvorth They saie God me no gifts peculiar gaue So great a sanctitie as I all haue Daies Festiuall ordain'd to honour mee By these my foes quite abrogated be They striue that I Mother of such a Son Should be forgot as if I nought had done The Serpent labours in the Desert vvilde First to deuoure the vvoman then the childe These Caitiues knovv that honour vvhich I share Redounds to IESVS vvhose my merits are For vvhat in mee is eminent is good Is IESVS grace That is the Ocean Floud From vvhence Saints merits flovv and to the maine By gratitude must back returne againe And though they seeme at mee alone to ayme Yet they vvell knovv vvhat dart hurtes me the same VVoundeth my IESVS such relation is Tvvixt him and mee my opprobries are his Therefore vvhen mooued by their du'ilish sire They slander me 'gainst IESVS they conspire VVhen Antiochians vvill their hatred shovv Vnto their Kesars they their statues throvv Contemptibly to ground on Kings they vvreake Their fury as their Portratures they breake Could these Iconoclasts vvith impious hand My person touch I should no more commaund As Angels Empresse nor in highest heau'n Injoye that glorie vvhich my Son hath giu'n But since their malice cannot reach so high They in my holy Pictures me defie They breake and despise these out Churches thr 〈…〉 And if they could they eake vvould vse mee soe Nay vvorse then Saul possest vvith an ill sp'right VVhat serpent could not doe these sons of night Attempted haue vvhilst their blaspheming tongue Hath me defiled vvith transgressions
then the rest VVhat e're your people are be you the best But it may be a Patron of thy name Allures thee rather Fraunce shall giue the same CHARLES surnam'd great for his renovvned facts Thou hast his name haue thou his stile his Acts. Let vs behold thee vvith thy conq'uring bands Reuoke to IESVS faith reuolting landes VVith the fift CHARLES Achilles of our daies Beyond Alcides Pillars Tropheies raise Plus vltra be thy motto thy armes tend And vvhere the vvorld there let thy Empire end Bee euermore victorious euer great Euer obedient to Saint PETERS seate May Romaine Prelate make our England glad As to thy Lyons hee shall Eagles ad And vvith high titles thy braue house aduance As he hath done to Charlemaine of Fraunce Loose Matchiauels and Atheists you mistake Rome vseth to giue Realmes and Kesars make Not to abuse the povv'r of triple Crovvne By foule injustice casting Princes dovvne By Romes authoritie Otho the great In Germanie did fixe the Empires seate Henrie Aniou Plantaginet his childe By ADRIANS gift is Lord of Ireland stild'e Thy royall Ancestors vvhat better name Then Faiths defender haue vvho gaue the same The Cath'like title vvhat a splendor brings To the stil Conquering Hesperian Kings So Capets race of Christian stile more brags Then of the Lilies in their royall flags Faiths champion Christian Catholike these three Most glorious titles be combind'e in thee Besides my vvishes O that I could giue Then thou there should no greater Monarke liue Momus found fault and I vvould take his part VVeart not against my God that each mans hart Had not a vvindovve that the vvorld might see VVhat realties therein inuolued bee Then the slie hypocrite durst not speake faire VVhen from smooth vvords his thoughts dissenting are Your Courtly Gallant durst not your hands kisse VVhen in his hart all rancour lodged is False Iudas durst not to his Maister bovv VVith apish complements protest svveare vovv Heape on him blessings vvish a vvorld of good VVhen in his purse the price is of his blood Heere I could vvish my breast vvere made of glasse That so thy Royall sight great Prince might passe Into my soule and see that I vvould doe As I doe vvish had I a povv'r thereto But IESVS loue I hope hath made me poore And hauing vvished I can doe no more BESELEEL Virgins carues of Iu'rie bone Of such King SALOMON did make his throne An Eliphant then vvhich no beast doth liue More temperate more vvise his tooth doth giue If in Elections vvisdome hath chiefe place By Virgins choise vvee 'le censure of their grace They need not enuie PHAROES daughters lot VVho for their Spouse Gods vvisest Son haue got VVho can sufficiently describe hovv chast These are vvho as terrestiall Angels pla'st In our lovve Heau'n through contemplation see All things in Earth contemptible to be In God they doe behold as in a glasse Hovv all delights doe like a shadovv passe Shadovvs leaue nought behind th' are black th' are fowle Pleasures of flesh hovv blacke make they the sovvle They in one instant end in one begin Behind them nothing leaue but guilt of sin And tell me vvhat is sin nothing at all VVhat e're is extant in the ample Ball Of this large vvorld God made and God vvas glad That by his making hand it being had Only thou misbegotten Monster sin As Bastards vse to doe cam'st stealing in Ashamed of thy birth God neuer put Least finger to thy being Hell vvas shut Thou vvert the Key to open it Day-light Thy birth did turne into eternall night Curst be thy birth-daie neuer it appeare Nor be it reco'nd 'mongst daies of the yeare Like Atreus feasts doe thou Apollo scarre Abhorring thee let him turne backe his Carre Thy hate make Titan hide himselfe and staie T'vvixt Thetis armes more then his vvonted daie Be thou expected and as thou dost fayle Of them be cursed vvho doe chase the VVhale Let Starres that daie borrovv no light of Sun And the sad Moone forget her course to run The vniuerse be on that blacke daie sad That thou vve'rt borne let only Hell be glad O that our Curses vvhich on thee doe lite Could turne thee to a sempiternall night VVee vvill be angrie vvith thee vvretched EVE The mother of this Childe thou did'st conciue The Monstrous Bastard Satan vvas his fire But yee adult'rous couple doe conspire And vvith such slights contriue the matter that ADAM must Father the mis-gotten brat Fond vvoman God made thee of the Mans bone To helpe him that he should not be alone This vvas your end and you performe it vvell You helpe him but in vvhat to goe to Hell No sooner vveare you made but you must vvalke To recreat your selfe and enter talke VVith Satan vvhen your bellies full of chat You cast your eyes novv on this fruit novv that The Diuell by the vvan dring of your eye That your teeth vvater presently doth spie And vvith much kindnes doth an Apple pare Praies you to taste it and to giue a share To your Good-man for so good manners vvill It vvill suffice yea both to eat your fill O foolish Man VVhat dost thou meane that bit Hath many poysons many Hels in it Trust not the lookes although it please the Eye Millions of Miseries in it doe lye Trust not thy Palate though it doe tast vvell It vvill not be digested but in Hell Hee scarse doth eat it vvhen infernall Gates VVith violence flye open iron grates Of Hell are burst anxieties cares feares Sorrovv vvith all her vveeping Children teares Suspition jealousie lavvles desire Vnbridled lust pretentions to aspire Fond joyes sad discontent at present state Auersion from good anger enuie hate Darknesse of mind peruersitie of vvill And vvhat in both can be suspected ill These Monsters vvith their pale Commander Death Kept hetherto as Prisoners beneath And neuer should haue seene the light of Sun Hearing vvhat Man against his God hath done Scorne longer to obey grimme Plutoes Lavves But they vvill forth and vindicate Gods cause VVhat hauock amongst Rebels doe they make Hovv many soules send dovvne to stygian lake By the effects judge ADAM of thy fault These mischiefes are the purchase thou hast bought Corruption is the house the land large vvoes In vvhich though vvith teares vvat'red no good grovves At hovver of death making thy latest vvill Thou vs bequeth'st this legacie of ill And for Executor Satan doest trust VVho though a Banckrupt yet in this is just And takes such care that joyntlie vvith our breath VVee doe receaue thy legacie of death Hence doe proceed if vvee reuolue out fate The vvoes vvhich follovv Mans accursed state Hence those afflictions that attend our vvaies Those sad Catastroph's of our vvretched daies Hence that vnequall share of joyes and paine A drop of pleasure but of vvoe a maine O hadst thou lou'd God more EVE not so vvell Thou vvould'st haue