The Betraying of Christ Ivdas in despaire. The seuen Words of our Sauior on the Crosse. With Other Poems on the Passion [by Samuel Rowlands] |
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Peters teares at the Cockes crowing.
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Peters teares at the Cockes crowing.
Come sharpest greefs imploy repentant eies,
Taske them as bitter drops as ere vvere shed,
Send teares to earth, and sighs vp to the skies,
This instant houre a Soule and Sorrows wed,
Sweet teares and sighs, at dolours deere requests,
Come you & yours my harts right welcom gests.
Taske them as bitter drops as ere vvere shed,
Send teares to earth, and sighs vp to the skies,
This instant houre a Soule and Sorrows wed,
Sweet teares and sighs, at dolours deere requests,
Come you & yours my harts right welcom gests.
Let eies become the fountaines of my teares,
And let my teares be flouds to moist my heart,
And let my heartfull of repentant feares,
By teares and sorrowes, turne a true conuert;
At base obiections of as base a maid,
With oths and curses I haue Christ denai'd.
And let my teares be flouds to moist my heart,
And let my heartfull of repentant feares,
By teares and sorrowes, turne a true conuert;
At base obiections of as base a maid,
With oths and curses I haue Christ denai'd.
The vvatchfull bird that centinels the morne,
Shrill herald to Auroraes early rising,
That oft proclaimes the day ere day be borne,
Distinguisher from pitch-fac'd nights disguising,
Surceas'd to heed, vvhy nature taught him crow,
And did exclaime on me for sinning so.
Shrill herald to Auroraes early rising,
That oft proclaimes the day ere day be borne,
Distinguisher from pitch-fac'd nights disguising,
Surceas'd to heed, vvhy nature taught him crow,
And did exclaime on me for sinning so.
O haughty vaunts resembling skie-bred thunder,
How far remote your actions stand aloofe,
A coward heart kept vvords and deeds asunder,
Stout champion brags are quailed in the proofe.
Weake vvomans breath hath ouerthrowne a rocke,
And humane pride is daunted by a Cocke.
How far remote your actions stand aloofe,
A coward heart kept vvords and deeds asunder,
Stout champion brags are quailed in the proofe.
Weake vvomans breath hath ouerthrowne a rocke,
And humane pride is daunted by a Cocke.
Harken this birds rebuke; and harkning, feare:
False periur'd tongue, now are thy boastings tri'de,
Christ hardest fortunes part thou vowd'st to beare,
But loe a cocke doth crow it, thou hast li'de:
Thy deedlesse vvords, vvords vnconfirmd by truth,
Haue turnd mine eies to teares, my heart to ruth.
False periur'd tongue, now are thy boastings tri'de,
Christ hardest fortunes part thou vowd'st to beare,
But loe a cocke doth crow it, thou hast li'de:
Thy deedlesse vvords, vvords vnconfirmd by truth,
Haue turnd mine eies to teares, my heart to ruth.
The daies approch that vvhilome nature taskes,
He chaunted not, nor ment blacke nights descending,
But foule fac'd sinne, from scarffing vvords vnmaskes;
Plie bitter teares your suite, for vvraths suspending,
Eies that vvhen Christ sweat blood, secure did slūber,
Now shed more tears then truthles tong can number.
He chaunted not, nor ment blacke nights descending,
But foule fac'd sinne, from scarffing vvords vnmaskes;
Plie bitter teares your suite, for vvraths suspending,
Eies that vvhen Christ sweat blood, secure did slūber,
Now shed more tears then truthles tong can number.
Lament my soule thy state, a state distrest,
Thou art reuolt from true felicity,
Sigh sorrowes forth, let greefes vveepe out the rest,
Weepe vvretched man repleat vvith misery,
Let neuer eies giue cheekes a space to drie,
Till teares regaine lost grace in mercies eie.
Thou art reuolt from true felicity,
Sigh sorrowes forth, let greefes vveepe out the rest,
Weepe vvretched man repleat vvith misery,
Let neuer eies giue cheekes a space to drie,
Till teares regaine lost grace in mercies eie.
Weepe saltest brinish teares, the more the sweeter,
Weepe satisfaction, sinnes repentant soule,
Weepe fraile disciple, vvoman-daunted Peter,
Weepe vveakling, subiect to a Cockes controule,
Weepe Christs deniall, vvorst of all thy crimes,
And ouervveepe each teare tenne thousand times.
Weepe satisfaction, sinnes repentant soule,
Weepe fraile disciple, vvoman-daunted Peter,
Weepe vveakling, subiect to a Cockes controule,
Weepe Christs deniall, vvorst of all thy crimes,
And ouervveepe each teare tenne thousand times.
O God from vvhom all graces doe abound,
For thy assisting aid I humbly call,
Lend mercies hand to raise from sinfull ground,
And being on foot, protect against like fall,
Thy fauours Lord I truly do implore,
Rising to stand, standing to fall no more.
For thy assisting aid I humbly call,
Lend mercies hand to raise from sinfull ground,
And being on foot, protect against like fall,
Thy fauours Lord I truly do implore,
Rising to stand, standing to fall no more.
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