Marie Magdalens Lamentations for the Losse of her Master Iesus [by Gervase Markham] |
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The Conclusion.
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The Conclusion.
Iesus met them, saying, All Haile.
Oh how profound are all thy iudgements Lord,
How doest thou take my sorrow to thy heart,
How doth thy eies such bleeding drops afford,
To see my vvounded love and greevous smart:
That thy refusall late requited is
With such a grant so free and full of blis.
How doest thou take my sorrow to thy heart,
How doth thy eies such bleeding drops afford,
To see my vvounded love and greevous smart:
That thy refusall late requited is
With such a grant so free and full of blis.
Full of content, the baulme of troubled mind,
That tooke no pleasure vvhere thy presence vvanted,
But oh how grace hath graced me to find
The love, vvherevvith my soule is cheefe acquainted:
His love's my life, by his love my life liveth,
For to my soule his love the life breath giveth
That tooke no pleasure vvhere thy presence vvanted,
But oh how grace hath graced me to find
The love, vvherevvith my soule is cheefe acquainted:
His love's my life, by his love my life liveth,
For to my soule his love the life breath giveth
Now are the dolefull, darke, and pitcht-fac'd clouds
Dispearst and driven from my comforts face,
Those melancholy, moist, and vvat'rie shrouds,
That did the brightnesse of my ioies displace,
Wrapping me up, as in eternall night,
Vanisht they are, seeing my hearts delight.
Dispearst and driven from my comforts face,
Those melancholy, moist, and vvat'rie shrouds,
That did the brightnesse of my ioies displace,
Wrapping me up, as in eternall night,
Vanisht they are, seeing my hearts delight.
Delight in him, to vvhom all love is debt,
Seal'd vvith the heart, the soule, and all the might,
A paiment that admits no vvorldly let,
To linger or defraud a heavenly right:
Which if I cannot pay as due requires,
Accept (O Lord) thy debtors true desires.
Seal'd vvith the heart, the soule, and all the might,
A paiment that admits no vvorldly let,
To linger or defraud a heavenly right:
Which if I cannot pay as due requires,
Accept (O Lord) thy debtors true desires.
Let me thy everlasting prisoner be,
Chain'd in the linkes of an eternall love,
My vvant and vvill is only knowne to thee,
A vvilling debtour I vvill ever prove:
And vvhat I have, I freely doe bestowe,
Take all my vvorth, for part of that I owe.
Chain'd in the linkes of an eternall love,
My vvant and vvill is only knowne to thee,
A vvilling debtour I vvill ever prove:
And vvhat I have, I freely doe bestowe,
Take all my vvorth, for part of that I owe.
Oh Christian soule take Marie to thy mirrour,
And if thou vvilt the like effects obtaine,
Then follow her in like affections fervour,
And so vvith her, like mercie shalt thou gaine:
Learn sinfull man of this once sinfull vvoman,
That sinners may find Christ, vvhich sin abandon.
And if thou vvilt the like effects obtaine,
Then follow her in like affections fervour,
And so vvith her, like mercie shalt thou gaine:
Learn sinfull man of this once sinfull vvoman,
That sinners may find Christ, vvhich sin abandon.
That love recovereth him, that sinne did lose,
That firme beleefe recalleth that againe
Which fainting faith did quite forsake to chose;
That vvhat nor force nor favour can obtaine,
Nor pollicie by mortall meanes bring in,
Continued teares of constant love can vvin.
That firme beleefe recalleth that againe
Which fainting faith did quite forsake to chose;
That vvhat nor force nor favour can obtaine,
Nor pollicie by mortall meanes bring in,
Continued teares of constant love can vvin.
Learne then of her for Christ no force to feare,
And out of Christ no comfort to desire
With Christ his love, all love (though ne're so deare)
To over-rule, to quench fond fancies fire:
Rise earely soule, in thy good motions morne,
Sleepe not in sloth, vvhen diligence may performe.
And out of Christ no comfort to desire
With Christ his love, all love (though ne're so deare)
To over-rule, to quench fond fancies fire:
Rise earely soule, in thy good motions morne,
Sleepe not in sloth, vvhen diligence may performe.
Run vvith repentance to thy sinfull hart,
Which should the Temple undefil'd have bin,
But through thy fault, deserves no better part
Than be the Tombe for Christ to burie in:
For vvanting life to tast this heavenly bread,
He seem'd to thee as if he had been dead.
Which should the Temple undefil'd have bin,
But through thy fault, deserves no better part
Than be the Tombe for Christ to burie in:
For vvanting life to tast this heavenly bread,
He seem'd to thee as if he had been dead.
Remove the loads that presse thee downe in sin,
The stone of former hardnesse roule away,
Looke to thy soule, if Christ be lodg'd therein,
And if thou find that there he doe not stay,
Then weepe without, in other creatures mind him,
Sith had in all, in any thou maist find him.
The stone of former hardnesse roule away,
Looke to thy soule, if Christ be lodg'd therein,
And if thou find that there he doe not stay,
Then weepe without, in other creatures mind him,
Sith had in all, in any thou maist find him.
Make faith thine eie, hope guide, and love thy light,
Seeke him, not his; for himselfe, not his meeds:
If faith have found him in a cloudie night,
Let hope seeke for him vvhen the day spring breeds:
If hope to see him, have thee luckly led,
Let love seeke further, in him to be fed.
Seeke him, not his; for himselfe, not his meeds:
If faith have found him in a cloudie night,
Let hope seeke for him vvhen the day spring breeds:
If hope to see him, have thee luckly led,
Let love seeke further, in him to be fed.
If Sorrow knocke, Remorse is Mercies porter,
And ever opens to let Dolour in,
Vnto that dore be thou a quicke resorter,
Tis much to save the losse that comes by sin:
He that of Sorrow is true mournefull taster,
Doth feele sins smart; and find sins salving-plaster.
And ever opens to let Dolour in,
Vnto that dore be thou a quicke resorter,
Tis much to save the losse that comes by sin:
He that of Sorrow is true mournefull taster,
Doth feele sins smart; and find sins salving-plaster.
Strive vvith thy thoughts, being all prepar'd together,
To rise out of mortalities foule mire,
Which hath no standing, nor firme footing neither,
Prevent the daunger, and in time retire:
Crave to be cleane of that same filth sinne urged,
For vvho is pure, that Iesus hath not purged?
To rise out of mortalities foule mire,
Which hath no standing, nor firme footing neither,
Prevent the daunger, and in time retire:
Crave to be cleane of that same filth sinne urged,
For vvho is pure, that Iesus hath not purged?
He can the ruines of thy soule repaire,
He yet destributeth his mercies treasure,
The dore stands open yet, thy suite prepare,
Let not repentance stay old ages leasure:
When the Meridian of thy Sun's once past,
The night of Nature hies upon thee fast.
He yet destributeth his mercies treasure,
The dore stands open yet, thy suite prepare,
Let not repentance stay old ages leasure:
When the Meridian of thy Sun's once past,
The night of Nature hies upon thee fast.
Awake therefore, vvatch th' evils hourely nie,
Provide before thou be surpriz'd of breath,
Vpon the pale horse heedfull cast thine eie,
Note him that sits thereon, vvhose name is Death:
Be readie for the stroke he is to give,
For feare thou die, ere thou begin to live.
Provide before thou be surpriz'd of breath,
Vpon the pale horse heedfull cast thine eie,
Note him that sits thereon, vvhose name is Death:
Be readie for the stroke he is to give,
For feare thou die, ere thou begin to live.
Oh mild Physician, how vvell didst thou know
Thy corosive so sharp did greeve my vvound,
Which did by ignorance, not errour grow,
Therefore no sooner felt, but helpe vvas found:
Thy linative appli'de, did ease my paine,
For though thou did forbid, twas no restraine.
Thy corosive so sharp did greeve my vvound,
Which did by ignorance, not errour grow,
Therefore no sooner felt, but helpe vvas found:
Thy linative appli'de, did ease my paine,
For though thou did forbid, twas no restraine.
And now to shew that thy deniall late,
Was but a cheeke to my unsetled faith,
And no reiecting of my fault vvith hate;
Thou letst me vvash thy feet in my teare bath:
I kisse them too, the seales of our redemption,
My love renewed vvith endlesse consolation.
Was but a cheeke to my unsetled faith,
And no reiecting of my fault vvith hate;
Thou letst me vvash thy feet in my teare bath:
I kisse them too, the seales of our redemption,
My love renewed vvith endlesse consolation.
Thus hast thou Lord full finished my teares,
Assured my hopes, contented my desire,
Repai'd my love extirped quite my feares,
Perfected ioies vvith all that heart requires:
And made the period of expiring greefes,
The preamble to ever fresh releeses.
Assured my hopes, contented my desire,
Repai'd my love extirped quite my feares,
Perfected ioies vvith all that heart requires:
And made the period of expiring greefes,
The preamble to ever fresh releeses.
How mercifull a father art thou Lord
To poore forsaken Orphans in distresse,
How soft a iudge, that iudgement doth afford
With mildest grace, to sinners comfortlesse?
How sure a friend unto a syncere lover,
Whose pure and faithfull love doth alter never?
To poore forsaken Orphans in distresse,
How soft a iudge, that iudgement doth afford
With mildest grace, to sinners comfortlesse?
How sure a friend unto a syncere lover,
Whose pure and faithfull love doth alter never?
Thou then that art vvith diligence prepar'd,
Going vvith speed, standing vvith hopes lift hie,
Humbling thy heart, thy haughtie vvill impar'd,
If thou vvith Marie none but Christ vvould see,
Himselfe vvill to thy teares an answere give,
And his owne vvords assure thee he doth live:
Going vvith speed, standing vvith hopes lift hie,
Humbling thy heart, thy haughtie vvill impar'd,
If thou vvith Marie none but Christ vvould see,
Himselfe vvill to thy teares an answere give,
And his owne vvords assure thee he doth live:
That sweetly he, vnto thee being showne,
To others thou maist run, and make him knowne.
To others thou maist run, and make him knowne.
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