Marie Magdalens Lamentations for the Losse of her Master Iesus [by Gervase Markham] |
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Marie Magdalens fift Lamentation.
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Marie Magdalens fift Lamentation.
Maries perseverance at the Tombe, and the apring of Christ in the likenesse of a Gardiner.
Oh my dear Lord, thy greefe the greatest was
That evver was in man or manly heart,
And my greefe is as great a greefe alas
As ever came to vvoman for her part:
For out of thine my love hath carved mee,
A part not small, and yet too small for thee.
That evver was in man or manly heart,
And my greefe is as great a greefe alas
As ever came to vvoman for her part:
For out of thine my love hath carved mee,
A part not small, and yet too small for thee.
Thy losse my torment hath redoubled,
And all sad soules pay me vvhat they did borrow,
I beare the greefe, which thē too much hath troubled,
Yea I am made Vice-gerent of all sorrow:
Sorrow, ah sorrow thou O Tombe vvith me,
And thaw to teares you stones that hardest be.
And all sad soules pay me vvhat they did borrow,
I beare the greefe, which thē too much hath troubled,
Yea I am made Vice-gerent of all sorrow:
Sorrow, ah sorrow thou O Tombe vvith me,
And thaw to teares you stones that hardest be.
The time is come (now is the very time)
That leave it had and license for to cry,
To tell the Pharises their sinfull crime,
Now for the Lord, the breach of silence try:
Who said, if his disciples held their peace,
The very stones vvould crie for sins increace.
That leave it had and license for to cry,
To tell the Pharises their sinfull crime,
Now for the Lord, the breach of silence try:
Who said, if his disciples held their peace,
The very stones vvould crie for sins increace.
Sith then their lips be locked up vvith feare,
And sadnesse makes them mute, and not a vvord,
Oh crie you stones, and no exclaimes forbeare,
Crie out against the murtherers of my Lord:
The robbers of his sacred coarse bewray,
Bring them to light that stole my Lord away.
And sadnesse makes them mute, and not a vvord,
Oh crie you stones, and no exclaimes forbeare,
Crie out against the murtherers of my Lord:
The robbers of his sacred coarse bewray,
Bring them to light that stole my Lord away.
For sure it vvas some Pharises fell spight
Or bloodie Scribe (not sated vvith the paine
His bodie felt) but bloud their hearts envite
To practise some vvorse crueltie againe:
And now to glut their brutish mind vvithall,
Have stolne his coarse to use unnaturall.
Or bloodie Scribe (not sated vvith the paine
His bodie felt) but bloud their hearts envite
To practise some vvorse crueltie againe:
And now to glut their brutish mind vvithall,
Have stolne his coarse to use unnaturall.
Oh rockes and stones, if ever you must crie,
Now is high time to poure your loud exclaimes,
Novv let your clamours to the vvelkin flie,
Sith light is darkened, dead the flame of flames,
The vvorlds great Monarch foulely massacred,
The life of lives outrageously misused.
Now is high time to poure your loud exclaimes,
Novv let your clamours to the vvelkin flie,
Sith light is darkened, dead the flame of flames,
The vvorlds great Monarch foulely massacred,
The life of lives outrageously misused.
Doth not his tongue (whose truth infallible is)
Whose vvord omnipotent rules sea and vvind,
Whom creatures (most insensible) doe kisse
With aw'd obedience, vvhich his power doth bind:
Promise the vvhole vvorld shall defend the iust,
Against those sencelesse soules, vvhich selfe power trust.
Whose vvord omnipotent rules sea and vvind,
Whom creatures (most insensible) doe kisse
With aw'd obedience, vvhich his power doth bind:
Promise the vvhole vvorld shall defend the iust,
Against those sencelesse soules, vvhich selfe power trust.
And vvho more iust than he, of Iustice king?
Who than his barbarous murtherers, sencelesse more?
Whose innocent bloud could not a staunching bring
Vnto their greedie thirst, slaughtered before;
Vnlesse they to this impious act proceed
To vvorke (his bodie dead) some hellish deed.
Who than his barbarous murtherers, sencelesse more?
Whose innocent bloud could not a staunching bring
Vnto their greedie thirst, slaughtered before;
Vnlesse they to this impious act proceed
To vvorke (his bodie dead) some hellish deed.
Why doe not then all creatures them applie
To be revenged in a cause so iust,
Vpon the Iewes uncivile tyrannie,
Bereft of sence and blinded in mistrust,
Their hearts made inhumane, of reason barrain,
Void of good feeling both to God and Man?
To be revenged in a cause so iust,
Vpon the Iewes uncivile tyrannie,
Bereft of sence and blinded in mistrust,
Their hearts made inhumane, of reason barrain,
Void of good feeling both to God and Man?
But sure it cannot be in humane might
To steale the bodie of my Lord away,
No bloudie theefe, nor any mortall vvight
Had sufferance to beare so vvicked sway;
It cannot be that any sinfull soule
Would undertake a deed of such deepe dole.
To steale the bodie of my Lord away,
No bloudie theefe, nor any mortall vvight
Had sufferance to beare so vvicked sway;
It cannot be that any sinfull soule
Would undertake a deed of such deepe dole.
No, no, he vvas no bootie for a theefe,
Nor for a cruell Pharisee a pray,
Nor vvere the Angels slacke to attend him cheefe,
As my suspition doth presume to say:
If this thing cannot change my mind from feare,
Yet looking on the clothes, my doubts may cleare.
Nor for a cruell Pharisee a pray,
Nor vvere the Angels slacke to attend him cheefe,
As my suspition doth presume to say:
If this thing cannot change my mind from feare,
Yet looking on the clothes, my doubts may cleare.
Would any theefe have so religious beene,
To steale the bodie, and the clothes not take?
Would any theefe so venterous have been seene,
To stay, so many feare-delaies to make,
As to unshroud the coarse, order the sheets,
And fold the napkins vvith such seemely pleets?
To steale the bodie, and the clothes not take?
Would any theefe so venterous have been seene,
To stay, so many feare-delaies to make,
As to unshroud the coarse, order the sheets,
And fold the napkins vvith such seemely pleets?
I know that Mirrhe makes linnen cleave as fast
As pitch or glue, vvell tempered or made;
And could a theefes stolne leasure so long last,
As to dissolve the Mirrhe, and bare the dead,
Breake up the seales, open the Tombe and all?
Where vvas the vvatch vvhē these things did befall?
As pitch or glue, vvell tempered or made;
And could a theefes stolne leasure so long last,
As to dissolve the Mirrhe, and bare the dead,
Breake up the seales, open the Tombe and all?
Where vvas the vvatch vvhē these things did befall?
If all this yet cannot persuade my mind,
Yet might my owne experience make me see,
When at the crosse they stripped him, unkind,
I saw his garment vvould not parted bee
From goarie backe, but tare his tender skin,
Much more if it vvith Mirrhe had nointed bin.
Yet might my owne experience make me see,
When at the crosse they stripped him, unkind,
I saw his garment vvould not parted bee
From goarie backe, but tare his tender skin,
Much more if it vvith Mirrhe had nointed bin.
Ile looke into the sheet, if there remaine
Any one parcell of his mangled flesh,
Or any haire pluckt from his heads soft vaine,
If none, that shall my vvearie vvoe refresh:
Ile thinke a better chaunce betides my love,
Than my misdeeming feare vvill let me prove.
Any one parcell of his mangled flesh,
Or any haire pluckt from his heads soft vaine,
If none, that shall my vvearie vvoe refresh:
Ile thinke a better chaunce betides my love,
Than my misdeeming feare vvill let me prove.
A guiltie conscience doubteth vvant of time,
And leaud attempts are still dispatcht in hast,
Offenders doubt least light make known their crime,
And in nights sable vveed commit their vvast:
With dread and horror acting fearefully,
And cannot marke vvhen things vvell ordered be.
And leaud attempts are still dispatcht in hast,
Offenders doubt least light make known their crime,
And in nights sable vveed commit their vvast:
With dread and horror acting fearefully,
And cannot marke vvhen things vvell ordered be.
But to unvvrap a bodie mangled so,
Out of Mirrhe cloathes, and not the flesh to teare,
Leaving them thus so cleanely vvip'd in show,
It is a thing most marvellous to heare,
And most impossible for man to do,
Vnlesse they had light, helpe, and time thereto.
Out of Mirrhe cloathes, and not the flesh to teare,
Leaving them thus so cleanely vvip'd in show,
It is a thing most marvellous to heare,
And most impossible for man to do,
Vnlesse they had light, helpe, and time thereto.
But oh the great effects of rarest love,
If love a languor be, hovv then live I?
If life, hovv doe I then such dead fits prove?
If it bereaveth sence, hovv did I see
The Angels then? if it revive the same,
Why did I knot knovv Iesus vvhen he came?
If love a languor be, hovv then live I?
If life, hovv doe I then such dead fits prove?
If it bereaveth sence, hovv did I see
The Angels then? if it revive the same,
Why did I knot knovv Iesus vvhen he came?
And doe I in such zeale thus seeke for one,
Whom vvhen I have found out, I do not know,
Or if I know him that of late vvas gone,
Now having him, vvhy doe I seeke him so?
Behold my Christ is come, he vvhom I sought,
Doth talke vvith me, and I my selfe know nought.
Whom vvhen I have found out, I do not know,
Or if I know him that of late vvas gone,
Now having him, vvhy doe I seeke him so?
Behold my Christ is come, he vvhom I sought,
Doth talke vvith me, and I my selfe know nought.
Why doe I not then vvipe my dazled eies?
Ah hath my Lord in this vvorld liv'd so long,
Di'de vvith such paine, shed shours of tears with cries,
Laboured so much, and suffered so much vvrong,
And hath thereby no more preferment cought,
But for to be a silly Gardiner thought?
Ah hath my Lord in this vvorld liv'd so long,
Di'de vvith such paine, shed shours of tears with cries,
Laboured so much, and suffered so much vvrong,
And hath thereby no more preferment cought,
But for to be a silly Gardiner thought?
And hath my kindnesse so much cost bestowed
Vpon the ointment vvhich I did prepare,
Have I in anguish pin'd and so long sorrowed,
Shead all these teares, and had such heedlesse care:
And vvas all done for one, and one no better
Than is a silly simple Gardiner?
Vpon the ointment vvhich I did prepare,
Have I in anguish pin'd and so long sorrowed,
Shead all these teares, and had such heedlesse care:
And vvas all done for one, and one no better
Than is a silly simple Gardiner?
Alas, and is a silly garden plot
The best free-hold that my love can afford,
Is this the highest office he hath got,
To be a Gardiner now that vvas my Lord:
He better might have liv'd and owned me,
Than vvith his death to have bought so small a fee.
The best free-hold that my love can afford,
Is this the highest office he hath got,
To be a Gardiner now that vvas my Lord:
He better might have liv'd and owned me,
Than vvith his death to have bought so small a fee.
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