Mel Heliconium :: :: University of Virginia Library

If you would a Monarch see
All array'd in Majesty,
Who triumphed first, and wore
Such a Crown, as none before
Could attain too; Christ is he
Who triumphing on a tree,
Kill'd the Snake with his two stings,
Death and sin, and captiv'd Kings,
And the Titans who combine
Heaven it self to undermine.
This is he whose eloquence
Doth surpasse all humane sence:
From whose lips, as from a Still,
Drops of Nectar down did drill;
When our hearts with fear did pine,
He found out that pleasant wine
Which hath made us laugh and sing
Hallelujahs to our King.
He flung over-board, and drown'd
All the Pyrats that him bound:
When they had his body torn
With their whips and crown of thorn;
When they thought he had been slain,
He reviv'd and rose again.
Hecate queen of the night
Held him not for all her might;
But this uncontrolled Prince
Burst her gates, and got out thence.
O thou onely God of wine,
Comfort this poor heart of mine

With that Nectar of thy blood,
Which runs from thee like a flood.
On thy fruitlesse servant pour
From thy veins a crimson shower:
Let that dew of Rubies which
Fell from thee, my soul inrich;
Let me taste of that sweet sape
Which dropp'd from this squeezed grape:
T'was for me this grape was prest,
Drink my soul, and take thy rest.