Seauen Satyres Applyed to the weeke, including the worlds ridiculous follyes. True faelicity described in the Phoenix. Maulgre. Whereunto is annexed the wandring Satyre. By W. Rankins |
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SOLA fælicitas.
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SOLA fælicitas.
Christus mihi Phœnix.
In the balme sweet imparadized wombe,
Of a choyce Virgin sanctified by grace,
Where second Adam had his fleshly home,
Since the first man his glory did deface,
And curse of heauen possest his sinfull race:
My Phœnix was with sacred Manna bred,
And by the holy Ghost with Angels fed.
Of a choyce Virgin sanctified by grace,
Where second Adam had his fleshly home,
Since the first man his glory did deface,
And curse of heauen possest his sinfull race:
My Phœnix was with sacred Manna bred,
And by the holy Ghost with Angels fed.
Kings of the earth his spicerv did make,
Of Franckinsense, pure gold and pleasing Mirrh,
A glorious star appeared for his sake,
And the melodious cherubins did stir,
And all cælestiall bodyes doth inferre
Chiefe prayse to him: for by his blessed birth,
Heauen was well pleas'd, & fruitfull was the earth.
Of Franckinsense, pure gold and pleasing Mirrh,
A glorious star appeared for his sake,
And the melodious cherubins did stir,
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Chiefe prayse to him: for by his blessed birth,
Heauen was well pleas'd, & fruitfull was the earth.
My Phœnix, like that swift returning Doue,
That in his mouth the branch of Oliue brought,
The badge of peace, the ensigne of true loue:
When this base world by sin was suncke to naught,
And the earths bosome, was with water fraught:
That like the Pellican, pickt from his brest,
The bloud that brought his yong ones peaceful rest.
That in his mouth the branch of Oliue brought,
The badge of peace, the ensigne of true loue:
When this base world by sin was suncke to naught,
And the earths bosome, was with water fraught:
That like the Pellican, pickt from his brest,
The bloud that brought his yong ones peaceful rest.
That like the rocke, whence liquid cristall flowed,
Opened his side to giue the thirstie drinke,
Like the calme winde, that on the red sea blowed,
When thankles Israel (weakely) thought to sinke,
Like the best good the soule of man can thinke,
Oh chiefest best, be best, to vs the worst,
Blest be we (by thee best) the most accurst.
Opened his side to giue the thirstie drinke,
Like the calme winde, that on the red sea blowed,
When thankles Israel (weakely) thought to sinke,
Like the best good the soule of man can thinke,
Oh chiefest best, be best, to vs the worst,
Blest be we (by thee best) the most accurst.
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Oh clock me vnderneath thy spreading wing,
Safe sanctuary for a sinfull soule,
Where if I sigh, sky-tuned voyces sing,
For thou once pleas'd, nor earth nor ayre wil scoule,
Thy feathers shaking stormy winds controule.
The musick of thy note inchaunts huge hell,
Oh let me then within thy shadow dwell.
Safe sanctuary for a sinfull soule,
Where if I sigh, sky-tuned voyces sing,
For thou once pleas'd, nor earth nor ayre wil scoule,
Thy feathers shaking stormy winds controule.
The musick of thy note inchaunts huge hell,
Oh let me then within thy shadow dwell.
Behold me like a winter-wythered tree,
Or like a Beacon on a barren hill,
Consum'd by sin anothers watch to bee,
Killing to teach another not to kill:
Spoyling my selfe least other wretches spill:
Oh sacred bird, a lower pitch vouchsafe,
Touch but my top, and then I shall be safe.
Or like a Beacon on a barren hill,
Consum'd by sin anothers watch to bee,
Killing to teach another not to kill:
Spoyling my selfe least other wretches spill:
Oh sacred bird, a lower pitch vouchsafe,
Touch but my top, and then I shall be safe.
Behold, to saue me from æternall thrall,
My Phœnix takes his flight vnto a crosse,
Not as the faynd Arabian bird did fall,
Worne out by age, by fire consum'd to drosse,
So looseth that which nature makes a losse:
And of his ashes doth another mount,
Exceeding all faire Foule of rare account.
My Phœnix takes his flight vnto a crosse,
Not as the faynd Arabian bird did fall,
Worne out by age, by fire consum'd to drosse,
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And of his ashes doth another mount,
Exceeding all faire Foule of rare account.
No no my Phœnix is but yong in yeeres,
Immortall too, yet doth he dye for me,
He on the crosse vnto the world appeares,
Offering himselfe on that vnhallowed tree,
To bring my soule to sweet felicity:
But see hearts-ioy my Phœnix liues againe,
Passing hell torment with vnspoken paine.
Immortall too, yet doth he dye for me,
He on the crosse vnto the world appeares,
Offering himselfe on that vnhallowed tree,
To bring my soule to sweet felicity:
But see hearts-ioy my Phœnix liues againe,
Passing hell torment with vnspoken paine.
And now he doth ascend his high-built nest,
A place, vnthought, vnknowne, vnseene, vnsaid,
Where with omnipotence he shall be blest,
And I behold this sacred Bird obay'd,
And I by him there by his merits stayd:
And like a Doue sit by him most content,
Whose innocence makes me so innocent.
A place, vnthought, vnknowne, vnseene, vnsaid,
Where with omnipotence he shall be blest,
And I behold this sacred Bird obay'd,
And I by him there by his merits stayd:
And like a Doue sit by him most content,
Whose innocence makes me so innocent.
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