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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A00972	The historie of the perfect-cursed-blessed man setting forth mans excellency by his generation, miserie [by his] degeneration, felicitie [by his] regeneration. By I.F. Master of Arts, preacher of Gods word, and rector of Wilbie in Suff.	Fletcher, Joseph, 1577?-1637.; Cecil, Thomas, fl. 1630, engraver.	1628 (1628)	STC 11078; ESTC S105608	35,115	104

the most such thoghts derided Blinde Soules that could not see when true Light shone From God's own face on earth to ev'ry one Which gratiously did offer unto all Soule-saving beams of Light celestiall This soule of mine I 'me sure found light of Grace By th' eye of faith fixt on his glorious face Which wholly was till then averse to Good Prone to all Ill and in corruption stood Yet was 't reclaim'd and quickly better reason'd B'ing once by faith in my Redeemer season'd Some few there were left all to follow Him Esteeming all too base to fellow Him And joyfully receiv'd Him as their Lord Deriving their salvation from his Word For when they heard his words were Oracles And saw his deeds no less than Miracles They did conclude He was the very same That had for all Salvation in his Name But for the most part Kings and Potentates Their Officers and chiefest Magistrates Though'mongst themselv's they were at hot defiance Yet against Him they joyn'd in leagues alliance Seeking by secret fraud and open strife The dire destruction of this Lord of Life The giddy-headed brainless Multitude Whom great Ones hold in slavish servitude Adoring Him with shouts of joy did sing At first Hosanna save us Lord our King At last their throats blaspheming Him they stretch Hosanneca now save thy selfe thou wretch O blessed Lord how balefull was thy state When so great love was turn'd to so great hate How vain is it to feed on popular breath Which causlesly is cause of Life of Death As here a Man-destroyer these refus'd And to destroy this Man preserver chus'd Thus basely humour'd they their Soveraigns These Kingly Rebels in their base designes Assaulting often at their fittest seasons This King of Kings by stratagems and treasons But yet He liv'd for all their vile intent No Lambe so meek no Dove so innocent Who if H 'ad pleas'd had pow'r his life t' enjoy To destroy Death yet it let Death destroy This graceless Crew enrag'd with hellish spight Sought daily thus to quench this Light of Light And trait'rously attach't Him as a Thiefe Then led Him bound to be judg'd by their Chiefe Who worthily judg'd Him unworthy dye And yet to Death gave Him unworthily That heady-headless Rout then headlong ran 'Gainst this clear innocent condemned Man Pursuing Him to Death with living hate Who being dead became Deaths deadly bate For with their lingring torments though He dies Within three dayes his God-head makes Him rise But tell me here dear Saints ô God come tell me The various thought of these doth overwhelm me Whether their hate his death I shall deplore Or else his Love and Life in Death adore Their deed no doubt all good men doe detest But that of his who counts it not the best To murther Him that gives Life unto all Let all that Fact most execrable call Abash't ther-at was th' Earth the Sun and Moon For Midnight-light was then Day-light at Noon But when He rose the Sun came dauncing-out And graves did ope and Saints for joy'gan shout Thus whiles He liv'd He lived but to dy That by his Death He endless Life might buy For Man for his pure blood in sacrifice Once spent was held of meritorious price But long alas long was my Lord a-suff'ring Ere He could fully finish-up his off'ring Their dev'lish malice was so odious They sought to make his torments tedious By slow degrees inflicting on Him pain To make it long ere they would have Him slain Nor was his-pain from them so tedious As to Him-selfe incomparably grievous His constitution pure his unstain'd sense Most apt to feel the smart of each offence His blessed Body though to cursed Death He gave to pacifie th' Almighties Wrath. For by his suff'ring He did under-take To pay Mans debt of Sin for Iustice sake Setting Himselfe a mark wher-at ev'n all Might fling their darts of envy spit their gall The Devils then stird-up those dev'lish men Who spent their venom all upon Him then Each rascall-Iew whose fury yeelded might How to torment Him made it his delight They stript Him nak'd then cloathed Him in scorn And scorning crowned Him with plats of thorn His Head his Face his Side his Hands his Feet They beat they wound they pearc'd And yet as meet To honour Him they bow'd as to their King Which to Him glory to them shame did bring For they like wretches glori'ed in their shame Not shaming once to make his Death their game To see the Lord of Life to Death thus bound Those few that were his friends it did confound One had forsworn Him one had Him betraid Not one but all forsooke Him all afraid Nor thus alone but which encreast his pain The Deity now seemed to refrain To look-on Him with shows of chearfull Grace And in fierce wrath to turn-away the face Which doubtless was to Him more dolourous Than all that all could doe notorious And strictest Iustice all this spight maintain'd That was He less than infinitely pain'd All these thus heapt-on Him oh did not they Make 't known to all He was a publick prey When carnall men Him trait'rously convented Vnjustly judg'd mockt whipt to death tormented When friends forsook Him when by foes cast-down To all contempt when God did seem to frown T' endure all these oh t' was a very Hell Which tongue which thought cannot conceive to tel All these He felt all these He over-past Into all these it was Mans Sin Him cast They punisht Him for sin who no sin knew And that to Death from whom their Life they drew But though as Man to Death they led Him bound As God He did them all in Death confound Making Sin lose his strength Death lose his sting Hell lose his triumph through Christs suffering First let He them prevail'gainst Him at pleasure Till that by an immeasurable measure Of pain assign'd He had discharg'd the debt That rigid Iustice for Mans Sin had set Then did his God-head gloriously appear And his tormenters inly shake for fear For maugre them He rid Himselfe from pain Himselfe enliving his dead body slain Enabl'ing it to live not as afore To dye but so live as to dye no more For Champion-like after the victory He did ascend to his own seat of Glory Where He enthroned sits wearing the crown Of all his Fathers Glory all his own Whos 's heav'nly Scepter swayes all earthly Kings Whose Spirit to his Church all comfort brings Whose Goodness makes mans life a Life of Grace All Evill to eschew all Good t' embrace For He had sent before with large Commission Faithfull Ambassadors to give remission Of all Mans past offences and to call Him by new Grace to keep Gods Precepts all Which acceptable time of Grace once ended This conqu'ring glorious King completely tended VVith thousand-thousand Angels arm'd with pow'r VVill terribly descend as in a show'r Of flaming fire to render vengeance due To

begin and end that work for Man She straight with love inflam'd like light'ning ran From Heav'n to th' Earth and back again and so Incessantly still posted to and fro And never ceas'd till she had through-perswaded All Pow'rs that ever Heav'n and Earth invaded Not only those whose names y'have heard enrold But all the rest that Heav'nly functions hold As that high vertue low Humilitie And never-daunted Magnanimitie All wrong-enduring humble Patience And Fortitude Pow'r of Omnipotence These as was said and all the rest that dwell In heav'nly Pallaces were pleased well To bring their force and joyn in unitie To purchase Man that same immunitie That Mercie crav'd Loe then they all did meet And prostrate fell at the Eternals feet Commending all they had to be employ'd To save the Man that Sin might be destroy'd Yea severe Wrath that late so strictly stood To punish Man now vow'd to be so good As after worthy satisfaction tane For Mans offence she would thence-forth refrain Old torment to inflict for new offence Whens'ere he came in humble penitence The like did Truth all Graces did the like And kissing each heart-joyning hands did strike But Mercie here was the most joyfull Sister When all of them thus promist to assist her She weighed not what task she under-went Since to save Man they all had giv'n consent When God th'All-ruling King of Heav'n did see How sweetly they did all in one agree He let them know that now He was contented Man should be sav'd since they in one consented And here behold sayes this great gratious King I le now declare how this same wondrous thing Of Mans Redemption shall be brought-to-pass VVhich doth both Mans and Angels pow'r surpass Ev'n I that by my word the World did frame That dwell in light and am Light of the same That all things made whom Nothing can annoy That nothing need and all things can destroy That pow'rfull Word that true Selfe-Light of mine That out of darkness did creating shine I say that Self-same Word I 'le send to take Mans Essence Pers'nally and so partake VVith Man of humane Nature that so He Of divine Nature may partake with Me. And for this purpose loe A Virgin-Mother Shall by my Sp'rit conceive and by no other And when the Time of fulness comes bring-forth That heav'nly-humane Seed of inf'nite worth In whose Person two Natures shall be knit The God-head bodily Man-hood in it So God and Man yea God-Man shall He be The second Person of our Trinitie In whom all Graces really shall dwell With all Mans Pow'rs to make Him Men excell Whose office is our sacred will t' obey And for Mans breach therof Mans debt to pay In whom with Man we will be fully pleas'd All rigour of our wrath b'ing quite appeas'd No other Person th' Earth nor Heav'ns contain That able is such favour to regain Yea none can be the sinless Saviour Of sinfull Flesh save One of inf'nite Pow'r All pow'r therfore I 'le powre into his hand That He not only ever may withstand All Satans base malicious temptations Or all Mans vain and carnall inclinations But also may full satisfaction make For all Mans Sin when Iustice it shall take Which penalty that He may under-goe Ev'n Mortall-like to shame-full death and woe His sacred Body shall be basely bound Though Sin and Ill shall nere with Him be found For since He stands in Malefactors stead Iustice may justly Him to torments lead And since again that Sinners stand in Him As He is Righteous so count we them This is our will yea this have we decreed Wherby from servile state Man shall be freed And for these ends that He perform them all All our own Pow'rs shall serve Him at his call This gratious promise made most firmly stood A law unchangeable approved good To Man and to his whole succeeding Race As they t' have faith therin obtained Grace And though to Israel t' was first made known Yet was the light therof to th' Gentils shown They holding Him their glorious Consolation These their comfortable Expectation And thus for many Ages both were fed With saving-health from this Seed promised For soon as God this saving-promise made It made them live that to beleeve 't assai'd And that as well before CHRISTS Incarnation As after his most glorious Exaltation THE BLESSED MAN Setting-forth MANS FELICITIE In that His REGENERATION Is Procured Verbera sputa crucem Verbum patitur Caro factum Vt vivat Coelis morte solutus Homo MANS FELICITIE PROCVRED The Argument To cursed Death then CHRIST Himselfe doth give That blest in Heav'n Man freed from Death may live THis Christ was He that was that promis'd Seed That long was long'd-for who though God in deed Yet that He might be also very Man And so an equall Mediator ran Sun-like through all the Signes of humane race Appearing first in blessed Virgo's face VVho all the World contains was now contain'd VVithin Her happy wombe who still remain'd A spotless Virgin and anon the Mother Of her first Father Saviour and Brother A Virgin-Mother of a Son a Father The World nere had shall nere again have either When He was born such joy was at his birth That Heav'n and Earth did eccho with the mirth Yong Iohn un-born old Simeon halfe in 's grave Poore Swains rich Sophies in Him comfort have Sing then for joy sing still sing doe not cease For now is born the Saviour King of peace He was the richest He was poorest born Right Heir of all of all the most forlorn The great Creatour He poore little Creature Not made as God made Man of fleshly feature Maker of all lawes all lawes fulfilling Th' Author of all life to die most willing The fair'st of Men of Men the most defil'd Aye-King of Bliss of woe the cursed Childe Inf'nite each way each way He greater grew All good no ill all humane frailties knew Admired of the wise contemn'd of fooles Confuted greatest Doctors in their Schooles None ever spake like Him He spake so well Nor wrought yet was He counted Prince of Hell Whose words whose works who Mary-like do ponder Have all their hearts ev'n fill'd with joy and wonder He rais'd the Dead gave health gave sight to blinde Conquer'd the Devils calm'd both Seas and Winde Was alwaies doing good or suff'ring ill That so all right'ousness He might fulfill All vertues flow'd from Him all graces shin'd Clearly in Him in Him all Pow'r's combin'd He was the fountain of all harmless mirth With smiling cheeks yet nere sent laughter forth But tears alas and heavy sighes and grones And stripes and blows and scoffs from wicked ones Were oft his fare and stead of dainty diet Hunger and thirst and weariness for quiet Such though He was yet was his usage such Some lov'd Him dear some hated Him as much Concerning Him the World stood all divided Few thought him God