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Marie Magdalens lamentations for the losse of her master Iesus
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Markham, Gervase, 1568?-1637.
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froÌ„ 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 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 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 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 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 Marie Magdalens seventh Lamentation Her falling at Christs feet to kisse them his forbidding her saying Do not touch me for I am not yet ascended to my Father OH loving Lord what mysterie is this Being dead in sinne I toucht thy mortall feet That were to die for me now may not kisse Thy glorious feet yet thou hast thought it meet They should as vvell for my good now revive As for my good they dy'de being late alive Thou didst admit me once to annoint thy head And am I now unmeet thy feet to touch Thou wonted was for to commend the deed Which now thou doest command me from as much O Lord sith I and others shall them feele Why doest thou now forbid me so to kneele What meanest thou good Lord that thou restrainst My heart of such a dutie so desired Sith thou mongst all thy friends to me hast deign'd The first of thy selfe of all required With thy first vvords my eares sole happie be And may I not be blest with touching thee If teares have vvoon such favour from mine eies If longing earnes a recompence so sweet Why doest thou Lord my feeling hands despise And barre my mouth from kissing thy sweet feet Sith lips with plaints hands with will to serve Doe seeme as great reward for to deserve But notwithstanding thus thou doest prevent My tender offer vvhich I vvould effect Forbidding me to touch as if thou meant I should the difference of thy state respect Being now a glorious not a mortall bodie A life eternall and not momentarie For sith the bodies immortalitie The glorie of the soule together knit Are both of them indowments heavenly For such as in sweet Paradice doe sit Rights of another vvorld vvell maist thou deeme This favour than nothing of small esteeme Though to my Father I have not ascended I shortly shall let thy demeanure then Not by the place vvhere I am be intended But by that place vvhich is my due and vvhen With reverence thou farre off vvouldst fall I vvill consent that thou me handle shall If thou my former promises beleeve My present vvords may be a constant proofe Doe not thy eies and eares true vvitnesse give Must hands and face most feele for hearts behoofe If eies and eares deceived be by me As vvell may hands and face deluded be Yet if thou feare least I so suddaine part That if thou take not leave now of my feet With hamble kisse vvith teares fetcht from thy heart Thou never shalt so fit a season meet License that doubt for all these loves of thine There vvill be found a more convenient time But goe about vvhat now more hast requires Run to my brethren tell them vvhat I say That I to satisfie their soules desires For them in Gallilee vvill goe stay And there before them shortly vvill I bee Where they my sacred heavenly face shall see And I prâ—ferring fore my vvish his vvill Even like a hungrie child departed from him Puld from a tear vvhich sooâ—e of milke doth fill Or like a thirstie Hart from brookes exil'd Sorrie that I by carrying ioyfull newes Should leave my Lord vvhom I did rather chuse Alas then said I cannot others be Made happie but by my unhappie crosse Cannot their gaine come in by none but me And not by me but by my heavie losse Must dawning of their day my evening be And to enrich themselves must they rob me Alas goe seeke to better thee deare hart And ease thy vvoe in some more happie brest Sith I unworthie creature for my part Am nothing freed from my late unrest But in the tast of high felicitie The vvant vvhereof doth vvorke more miserie Thus lead by dutie and held backe by love I paced forward but my thoughts goe backe Readie eftsoones a sounding fit to prove But that firme faith supported me from wracke And towards the Tombe in breathing oft I turn'd As it that aire with new refreshing burn'd Sometimes poore soule my selfe I doe forget Love in a sweet distraction leading me Makes me imagine I my love have met And seemes as though his vvords vvere feeding me I deeme his feet are folded in my armes And that his comfort my chill spirit vvarmes But vvhen my vvits are all againe awake And this a meere illusion is found My heart halfe dead it vvonted vvoe doth take And greater greefe my sicke soule doth confound That I alas the thing it selfe must misse Whose onely thought so much delightfull is And as I passed vvhere my Lord hath beene Oh stones said I more happier farre than I Most vvretched caitife I alas have seene When unto you my Lord did not denie The touch of his for ever blessed feet Whereof my ill deserts makes me unmeet Alas vvhat crime have I of late commit That cancels me out of his good conceit Or doth my Lord his vvonted love forget May I no more his vvonted love await Had I for tearme of life his love in lease And did my right expire in his decease Oh in his feet vvith teares at first I vvrit My supplication for his mercie sweet With sobs and sighe poore soule I pointed it My haire did choâ—â—ely â—old it being vvet My lips impression humbly seal'd the same With reverent 〈◊〉 which froÌ„ my sick soule came They vvere the dores that 〈◊〉 first did give Into his favour and by them 〈◊〉 By kind acâ—â—pâ—â—nce in his 〈…〉 By them I did my 〈…〉 Vnto his head 〈…〉 In man a 〈◊〉 of 〈◊〉 bâ—goâ—nesse plaine 〈…〉 alas I must contented be 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 beaâ—e a lower saile and 〈◊〉 to â—une 〈…〉 downe my 〈◊〉 that sores so
But 'cause love makes me covetous of doing Though Iosephs vvorke no reprehension needs Though to my wish his baulme he vvas bestowing Yet all he did cannot my love suffise But I must actor be to please mine eies Such is the force of true affecting love To be as eagre in effects t' appeare As it is zealous fervently to move Affections firme to vvhat it holdeth deare This love devout sets my poore heart on fire To shew some deed of my most deepe desire And to embaulme his breathlesse corps I came As once afore I did annoint his feet And to preserve the reliques of the same The only remnant that my blisse did meet To vveepe afresh for him in deapth of dole That lately vvept to him for mine owne soule But loe alas I find the grave vvide ope The bodie gone the emptie Sindon left The hollow Tombe I every where doe grope To be assur'd of vvhat I am sure bereft The labour of embaulming is prevented But cause of endlesse vveeping is augmented He vvanting is unto my obsequies That vvas not vvanting to my ceaselesse teares I find a cause to move my miseries To ease my vvoe no vvisht for ioy appeares Thus though I misse vvhom to annoint I meant Yet have I found a matter to lament I having settled all my sole desires On Christ my love vvho all my love possest In vvhose rare goodnesse my affection fires Whom to enioy I other ioies supprest Whose peerelesse vvorth unmatcht of all that live Being had all ioy and lost all sorrowes give The life of lives thus murthering in his death Doth leave behind him lasting to endure A generall death to each thing having breath And his decease our nature hath made pure Yet am poore I of ornament bereft And all the vvorld vvithout perfection left What marvell then if my hearts hot desire And vehement love to such a lovely Lord To see lifes vvracke vvith scalding sighs aspire And for his bodies losse such vvoe afford And feele like tast of sorrow in his misse As in his presence I enioied blisse And though my teares destil'd from moistned eies Are rather oile than vvater to my flame More apt to nourish sorrow in such vvise Than to deminish or abate the same Yet silly soule I plung'd in deapth of paine Doe yeeld my selfe a captive to complaine Most true it is that Peter came and Iohn With me unto the Tombe to trie report They came in hast and hastily were gone They having searcht dare make no more resort And vvhat gain'd I two vvitnesse of my losse Dismaiers of my hope cause of more crosse Love made them come but love was quickly quail'd With such a feare as cal'd them soone away I poore I hoping in despaire assail'd Without all feare persevering still to stay Because I thought no cause of feare vvas left Sith vvhom I feard was from my sight bereft For I poore soule have lost my maister deare To vvhom my thoughts devoutly vvere combin'd The totall of my love my cheefest cheare The height of hope in vvhom my glorie shin'd My finall feare and therefore him excepted No other hope nor love nor losse respected Worse feare behind vvas death vvhich I desired And feared not my soules life being gone Without vvhich I no other life required And in vvhich death had been delight alone And thus ah thus I live a dying life Yet neither death nor life can end my strife Yet now me thinkes t is better die than live For haply dying I my love may find Whom vvhile I live no hope at all can give And he not had to live I have no mind For nothing in my selfe but Christ I lov'd And nothing ioies my Iesus so remov'd If any thing alive to keepe me striv'd It is his image cause it should not die With me vvhose likenesse love in me contriv'd And treasured up in sweetest memorie From vvhich my love by no vvay can depart Vnlesse I rip the centre of my heart Which had been done but that I feard to burst The worthlesse Trunck which my dear Lord inclosed In vvhich the reliques of lost ioy vvas trust And all the remnant of my life imposed Else greefe had chang'd my hart to bleeding tears And fatall end had past from pittious ears Yet pittious I in so unperfit sort Doe seeme to draw my undesired breath That true I prove this often-heard report Love is more strong than life-destroying death For vvhat more could pale death in me have done Than in my life performed plaine is showne My vvits destraught and all my sence amaz'd My thoughts let loose and fled I know not vvhere Of understanding robd I stand agaz'd Not able to conceit vvhat I doe heare That in the end finding I did not know And seeing could not vvell discerne the show I am not vvhere I am but vvith my love And vvhere he is poore soule I cannot tell Yet from his sight nothing my heart can move I more in him than in my selfe doe dwell And missing vvhom I looke for vvith sad seeking Poor vvo-worn womaÌ„ at the Tomb stay weeping Marie Magdalens third Lamentation In finding the Angels and missing whom shee sought BVt hope-beguiling fortune now to châ—ere My long-sad spirits vvith a shade of ioy With Angels presents doth preseÌ„t me here GraÌ„ting a momeÌ„ts mirth to increase annoy For looking him though for him I find twaine To thinke on him redoubleth still my paine Yet for a time I vvill revive my soule With this good hope vvhich may my hopes exceed Comfort sweet comfort shall my cares controule Releefe may hatch vvhere greefe did lately breed I seeke for one and now have found out twaine A bodie dead yet two alive againe My vvofull vveeping all vvas for a Man And now my teares have Angels bright obtained I vvill suppresse my sigh-swolne sadnesse than And glad my heart vvith this good fortune gained These Heaven attendants to a parle envite me I le heare vvhat they vvill say it may delight me For I assure my selfe if that the corse By fraud or mallice had removed bin The linnen had not found so much remorse But had been caried too away vvith him Nor could the Angels looke so chearefully But of some happier chance to vvarrant me And for to free me from all feares even now They thus encounter these their speeches vvere And thus they spake Woman vvhy vveepest thou As if they bad me vveeping to forbeare For ill it fits a mortall eye should vveepe Where heavenly Angels such reioicing keepe Erewhile they said Thou camst vvith manly courage Arming thy feet through greatest thornes to run Thy bodie to endure all tyrants rage Thy soule no violent tortures for to shun And art thou now so much a vvoman made Thou canst not bid thine eies from teares be staide If that thou hadst a true Disciples name So many certaine proofes vvould thee persuade But incredulitie so blots the same Thou of that title art unvvorthie made And therefore vvoman