Marie Magdalens Lamentations for the Losse of her Master Iesus [by Gervase Markham] |
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Marie Magdalens sixt Lamentation.
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Marie Magdalens sixt Lamentation.
Jesus said unto her (Marie:) she turned and said unto him Rabboni.
Oh loving Lord, thou only didst deferre
My consolation to encrease it more,
That thy delightfull presence might preferre
The better vvelcome, being vvisht so sore,
In that thy absence little hope had left
Vnto my heart, so long of blisse bereft.
My consolation to encrease it more,
That thy delightfull presence might preferre
The better vvelcome, being vvisht so sore,
In that thy absence little hope had left
Vnto my heart, so long of blisse bereft.
It may be that I knew not former blisse,
Till I a time vvas from the sweetnesse vvean'd:
Nor vvhat it vvas such treasures rich to misse,
Which in thy presence I of late attain'd;
Vntill my povertie had made it cleere,
Of vvhat inestimable rate they vvere.
Till I a time vvas from the sweetnesse vvean'd:
Nor vvhat it vvas such treasures rich to misse,
Which in thy presence I of late attain'd;
Vntill my povertie had made it cleere,
Of vvhat inestimable rate they vvere.
But now thou shewst me by a proofe most sweet,
That though I paid thee vvith my dearest love,
With vvater of my teares to vvash thy feet,
With my best breath, vvhich all desire could move:
Yet small the price vvas that I did bestow,
Waying the vvorth, which now thou letst me know.
That though I paid thee vvith my dearest love,
With vvater of my teares to vvash thy feet,
With my best breath, vvhich all desire could move:
Yet small the price vvas that I did bestow,
Waying the vvorth, which now thou letst me know.
I sought thee dead, pind in a stonie gaile,
But find thee living and at libertie:
Shrin'd in a shroud, thy visage vvan and pale,
Left as the modell of all miserie:
But now invest in glorious robes I find thee,
And as the president of blisse I mind thee.
But find thee living and at libertie:
Shrin'd in a shroud, thy visage vvan and pale,
Left as the modell of all miserie:
But now invest in glorious robes I find thee,
And as the president of blisse I mind thee.
As all this vvhile I sought but could not find,
Wept vvithout comfort, cal'd unanswered to:
So now thy comming satisfies my mind,
Thy triumphs please my teares, vvhich long did vvo
And all my cries are husht vvith this one vvord,
(Marie) cause sweetly spoken from my Lord.
Wept vvithout comfort, cal'd unanswered to:
So now thy comming satisfies my mind,
Thy triumphs please my teares, vvhich long did vvo
And all my cries are husht vvith this one vvord,
(Marie) cause sweetly spoken from my Lord.
For vvhen I heard thee call in vvonted sort,
And vvith thy usuall voice, my only Name,
Issuing from that thy heavenly mouths report;
So strange an alteration it did frame,
As if I had been vvholly made anew,
Being only nam'd by thee (vvhose voice I knew.)
And vvith thy usuall voice, my only Name,
Issuing from that thy heavenly mouths report;
So strange an alteration it did frame,
As if I had been vvholly made anew,
Being only nam'd by thee (vvhose voice I knew.)
Whereas before my greefe benum'd me so,
My bodie seem'd the hearse of my dead hart,
My heart (soules coffin) kil'd vvith care and vvo,
And my vvhole selfe did seeme in every part
A double funerall presented plaine,
Of thee and of my selfe together slaine.
My bodie seem'd the hearse of my dead hart,
My heart (soules coffin) kil'd vvith care and vvo,
And my vvhole selfe did seeme in every part
A double funerall presented plaine,
Of thee and of my selfe together slaine.
But now this one vvord hath my sence restored,
Lightned my mind, and quickned my heart,
And in my soule a living spirit poured,
Yea, vvith sweet comfort strengthened every part:
For vvell this vvord a spirit dead may raise,
Which only vvord made Heaven, World, and Seas.
Lightned my mind, and quickned my heart,
And in my soule a living spirit poured,
Yea, vvith sweet comfort strengthened every part:
For vvell this vvord a spirit dead may raise,
Which only vvord made Heaven, World, and Seas.
Marie I vvas vvhen sin possest me vvhole,
Marie I am, being now in state of grace,
Marie did vvorke the ill that damn'd her soule,
Marie did good in giving ill place:
And now I shew both vvhat I vvas and am,
This vvord alone displaies my ioy and shame.
Marie I am, being now in state of grace,
Marie did vvorke the ill that damn'd her soule,
Marie did good in giving ill place:
And now I shew both vvhat I vvas and am,
This vvord alone displaies my ioy and shame.
For by his vertues that did speake the same,
An Epitome of all his mercies sweet,
A Repetition of my miseries came,
And all good haps I did together meet:
Which so my sences ravished vvith ioy,
I soone forgot my sorrowes and annoy.
An Epitome of all his mercies sweet,
A Repetition of my miseries came,
And all good haps I did together meet:
Which so my sences ravished vvith ioy,
I soone forgot my sorrowes and annoy.
And thus my heart a troupe of ioies did lead,
Mustered in rankes, to mutinie they fell,
Conspiring vvhich might vvorthiest be made,
With them my owne unworthies doe rebell:
And long in doubtfull issue they contend,
Till view of highest blisse the strife did end.
Mustered in rankes, to mutinie they fell,
Conspiring vvhich might vvorthiest be made,
With them my owne unworthies doe rebell:
And long in doubtfull issue they contend,
Till view of highest blisse the strife did end.
He vvas my Sunne, vvhose going downe did leave,
A dumpish night vvith fearefull fancies fild,
And did each starre of glistering shines bereave,
And all the vvorld vvith mystie horror hill'd:
And every planet reigning erst so bright,
Were chang'd to dismall signes in this darke night.
A dumpish night vvith fearefull fancies fild,
And did each starre of glistering shines bereave,
And all the vvorld vvith mystie horror hill'd:
And every planet reigning erst so bright,
Were chang'd to dismall signes in this darke night.
Yet now the clearenesse of his lovely face,
His vvords authoritie vvhich all obay,
This foggie darknesse cleane away doth chace,
And brings a calme and bright vvell tempered day:
And doth disperse clouds of melancholie,
Awakes my sence, and cures my lethargie.
His vvords authoritie vvhich all obay,
This foggie darknesse cleane away doth chace,
And brings a calme and bright vvell tempered day:
And doth disperse clouds of melancholie,
Awakes my sence, and cures my lethargie.
Rapt vvith his voice, impatient of delay,
Out of his mouth his talke I greedily take,
And to this first and only vvord I say,
And vvith one other vvord this answere make,
Rabboni: then my ioy, my speech did choke,
I could no more proceed, nor more hear spoke.
Out of his mouth his talke I greedily take,
And to this first and only vvord I say,
And vvith one other vvord this answere make,
Rabboni: then my ioy, my speech did choke,
I could no more proceed, nor more hear spoke.
Love vvould have spoke, but fear conceal'd the clause,
Hope framed vvords, but doubt their passage staies,
When I should speake, I then stood in a pause,
My suddaine ioy my inward thoughts quite slaies:
My voice doth tremble, and my toung doth falter,
My breath doth faile, and all my sences alter.
Hope framed vvords, but doubt their passage staies,
When I should speake, I then stood in a pause,
My suddaine ioy my inward thoughts quite slaies:
My voice doth tremble, and my toung doth falter,
My breath doth faile, and all my sences alter.
Lastly, in lieu of vvords, issue my teares,
Deepe sighs in stead of sentences are spent,
Their mothers vvant they fill vvith sighs and feares,
And from the heart halfe-uttered breath they sent:
Which so in passions conflict disagree,
To sounds perceiv'd, they cannot sorted be.
Deepe sighs in stead of sentences are spent,
Their mothers vvant they fill vvith sighs and feares,
And from the heart halfe-uttered breath they sent:
Which so in passions conflict disagree,
To sounds perceiv'd, they cannot sorted be.
So fares the heart thats sicke for suddaine ioy,
Attaining that for vvhich it long did fire:
For even as feare is loves still servile boy,
And hope an usher unto hot desire,
So love is hard, a firme beleefe in gaining,
And credulous coniectures entertaining.
Attaining that for vvhich it long did fire:
For even as feare is loves still servile boy,
And hope an usher unto hot desire,
So love is hard, a firme beleefe in gaining,
And credulous coniectures entertaining.
And though desire be apt for to admit
Of vvisht for comfort any smallest shade,
The hotter yet it burnes in having it,
The more it cares to have it perfit made:
And vvhile least hope is vvanting vvhich is sought,
The best assurances avantage nought.
Of vvisht for comfort any smallest shade,
The hotter yet it burnes in having it,
The more it cares to have it perfit made:
And vvhile least hope is vvanting vvhich is sought,
The best assurances avantage nought.
And even as hope doth still the best presume,
Inviting ioy to vvelcome good successe,
So feare suspects true blisse can hardly come,
And cals up sorrow, making it seeme lesse:
With greefe bewailing the uncertainetie
Of that vvhich should be sole felicitie.
Inviting ioy to vvelcome good successe,
So feare suspects true blisse can hardly come,
And cals up sorrow, making it seeme lesse:
With greefe bewailing the uncertainetie
Of that vvhich should be sole felicitie.
And vvhile as these doe mutually contend,
Feare sometime falleth into deepe despaire,
Hope rising up, his fierie darts doth send
Of vvrath, repining to the emptie aire:
Making a doubtfull skirmish, dead they stand,
Till evidence of proofe the strife have skand.
Feare sometime falleth into deepe despaire,
Hope rising up, his fierie darts doth send
Of vvrath, repining to the emptie aire:
Making a doubtfull skirmish, dead they stand,
Till evidence of proofe the strife have skand.
For though (poore I) so suddainely repli'de
Vpon the notice of his voice well knowne,
Yet for because so rare a chaunce I spi'de,
His person chaung'd, himselfe unlookt for showne:
The sight my thoughts into sedition drew,
Then were they purg'd frō doubts by stricter view.
Vpon the notice of his voice well knowne,
Yet for because so rare a chaunce I spi'de,
His person chaung'd, himselfe unlookt for showne:
The sight my thoughts into sedition drew,
Then were they purg'd frō doubts by stricter view.
And then though speeches vvould have issued faine,
And my poore heart to his have dutie sent,
Yet every thought for utterance taking paine,
Which first might be receav'd, so hastily vvent,
That I vvas forc'd (indifferent iudge to all)
To act by signes, and let my speeches fall.
And my poore heart to his have dutie sent,
Yet every thought for utterance taking paine,
Which first might be receav'd, so hastily vvent,
That I vvas forc'd (indifferent iudge to all)
To act by signes, and let my speeches fall.
And running to the haunt of my delight,
My cheefest blisse, I streight fall at his feet,
And kindly offer in my Saviours sight,
To bath them now vvith teares of ioy most sweet:
To sanctifie my lips vvith kissing his,
Once greevous, but now glorious vvounds of blis.
My cheefest blisse, I streight fall at his feet,
And kindly offer in my Saviours sight,
To bath them now vvith teares of ioy most sweet:
To sanctifie my lips vvith kissing his,
Once greevous, but now glorious vvounds of blis.
To hear more vvords I listed not to stay,
Being vvith the vvord it selfe now happie made,
But deeme a greater blisse for to assay,
To have at once my vvishes full apaide
In honouring and kissing of his feet,
Than in the hearing of his speech, lesse sweet.
Being vvith the vvord it selfe now happie made,
But deeme a greater blisse for to assay,
To have at once my vvishes full apaide
In honouring and kissing of his feet,
Than in the hearing of his speech, lesse sweet.
For even as love, in nature coveteth
To be united, yea transformed vvhole
Out of it selfe into the thing it loveth:
So vvhat unites, love most affecteth sole,
And still preferreth least coniunction ever,
Before best ioies, vvhich distance seemes to sever.
To be united, yea transformed vvhole
Out of it selfe into the thing it loveth:
So vvhat unites, love most affecteth sole,
And still preferreth least coniunction ever,
Before best ioies, vvhich distance seemes to sever.
To see him therefore, doth not me suffice,
To heare him doth not quiet vvhole my mind,
To speake vvith him in so familiar vvise,
Is not ynough my loose let soule to bind:
No, nothing can my vehement love appease;
Least by his touch my vvo-worne heart I please.
To heare him doth not quiet vvhole my mind,
To speake vvith him in so familiar vvise,
Is not ynough my loose let soule to bind:
No, nothing can my vehement love appease;
Least by his touch my vvo-worne heart I please.
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