wise SOVLES who in the wealthy Brest Of This vnbounded NAME build your warm Nest Awake MY glory SOVL if such thou be And That fair WORD at all referr to Thee Awake sing And be All VVing Bring hither thy whole SELF let me see What of thy Parent HEAVN yet speakes in thee O thou art Poore Of noble POWRES I see And full of nothing else but empty ME Narrow low infinitely lesse Then this GREAT mornings mighty Busynes One little WORLD or two Alas will neuer doe We must haue store Goe SOVL out of thy Self seek for More Goe request Great NATVRE for the KEY of her huge Chest Of Heauns the self inuoluing Sett of Sphears Which dull mortality more Feeles then heares Then rouse the nest Of nimble ART trauerse round The Aiery Shop of soul-appeasing Sound And beat a summons in the Same All-soueraign Name To warn each seuerall kind And shape of sweetnes Be they such As sigh with supple wind Or answer Artfull Touch That they conuene come away To wait at the loue-crowned Doores of Thas Illustrious DAY Shall we dare This my Soul we 'l doe 't and bring No Other note for 't but the Name we sing Wake LVTE HARP And euery sweet-lipp't Thing That talkes with tunefull string Start into life And leap with me Into a hasty Fitt-tun'd Harmony Nor must you think it much T' obey my bolder touch I haue Authority in LOVE's name to take you And to the worke of Loue this morning wake you Wake In the Name Of HIM who neuer sleeps All Things that Are Or what 's the same Are Musicall Answer my Call And come along Help me to meditate mine Immortall Song Come ye soft ministers of sweet sad mirth Bring All your houshold stuffe of Heaun on earth O you my Soul's most certain Wings Complaining Pipes prattling Strings Bring All the store Of SWEETS you haue And murmur that you haue no more Come nére to part NATVRE ART Come come strong To the conspiracy of our Spatious song Bring All the Powres of Praise Your Prouinces of well-vnited WORLDS can raise Bring All yours LVTES HARPS of HEAVN EARTH What ére cooperates to The common mirthe Vessells of vocall Ioyes Or You more noble Architects of Intellectuall Noise Cymballs of Heau'n or Humane sphears Solliciters of SOVLES or EARES And when you' are come with All That you can bring or we can call O may you fix For euer here mix Your selues into the long And euerlasting series of a deathlesse SONG Mix All your many WORLDS Aboue And loose them into ONE of Loue Chear thee my HEART For Thou too hast thy Part And Place in the Great Throng Of This vnbounded All-imbracing SONG Powres of my Soul be Proud And speake lowd To All the dear-bought Nations This Redeeming Name And in the wealth of one Rich WORD proclaim New Similes to Nature May it be no wrong Blest Heauns to you your Superiour song That we dark Sons of Dust Sorrow A while Dare borrow The Name of Your Dilights our Desires And fitt it to so farr inferior LYRES Our Murmurs haue their Musick too Ye mighty ORBES as well as you Nor yeilds the noblest Nest Of warbling SERAPHIM to the eares of Loue A choicer Lesson then the ioyfull BREST Of a poor panting Turtle-Doue And we low Wormes haue leaue to doe The Same bright Busynes ye Third HEAVENS with you Gentle SPIRITS doe not complain We will haue care To keep it fair And send it back to you again Come louely NAME Appeare from forth the Bright Regions of peacefull Light Look from thine own Illustrious Home Fair KING of NAMES come Leaue All thy natiue Glories in their Georgeous Nest And giue thy Self a while The gracious Guest Of humble Soules that seek to find The hidden Sweets Which man's heart meets When Thou art Master of the Mind Come Iouely Name life of our hope Lo we hold our HEARTS wide ope Vnlock thy Cabinet of DAY Dearest Sweet come away Lo how the thirsty Lands Gasp for thy Golden Showres with longstretch't Hands Lo how the laboring EARTH That hopes to be All Heauen by THEE Leapes at thy Birth The'attending WORLD to wait thy Rise First turn'd to eyes And then not knowing what to doe Turn'd Them to TEARES spent Them too Come ROYALL Name pay the expence Of All this Pretious Patience O come away And kill the DEATH of This Delay O see so many WORLDS of barren yeares Melted measur'd out in Seas of TEARES O see The WEARY liddes of wakefull Hope LOVE's Eastern windowes All wide ope With Curtains drawn To catch The Day-break of Thy DAWN O dawn at last long look't for Day Take thine own wings come away Lo where Aloft it comes It comes Among The Conduct of Adoring SPIRITS that throng Like diligent Bees And swarm about it O they are wise And know what SWEETES are suck't from out it It is the Hiue By which they thriue Where All their Hoard of Hony lyes Lo where it comes vpon The snowy DOVE's Soft Back And brings a Bosom big with Loues WELCOME to our dark world Thou Womb of Day Vnfold thy fair Conceptions And display The Birth of our Bright Ioyes O thou compacted Body of Blessings spirit of Soules extracted O dissipate thy spicy Powres Clowd of condensed sweets break vpon vs In balmy showrs O fill our senses And take from vs All force of so Prophane a Fallacy To think ought sweet but that which smells of Thee Fair flowry Name In none but Thee And Thy Nectareall Fragrancy Hourly there meetes An vniuersall SYNOD of All sweets By whom it is defined Thus That no Perfume For euer shall presume To passe for Odoriferous But such alone whose sacred Pedigree Can proue it Self some kin sweet name to Thee SWEET NAME in Thy each Syllable A Thousand Blest ARABIAS dwell A Thousand Hills of Frankincense Mountains of myrrh Beds of species And ten Thousand PARADISES The soul that tasts thee takes from thence How many vnknown WORLDS there are Of Comforts which Thou hast in keeping How many Thousand Mercyes there In Pitty 's soft lap ly a sleeping Happy he who has the art To awake them And to take them Home lodge them in his HEART O that it were as it was wont to be When thy old Freinds of Fire All full of Thee Fought against Frowns with smiles gaue Glorious chase To Persecutions And against the Face Of DEATH feircest Dangers durst with Braue And sober pace march on to meet A GRAVE On their Bold BRESTS about the world they bore thee And to the Teeth of Hell stood vp to teach thee In Center of their inmost Soules they wore thee Where Rackes Torments striu'd in vain to reach thee Little alas thought They Who tore the Fair Brests of thy Freinds Their Fury but made way For Thee And seru'd them in Thy glorious ends
What did Their weapons but with wider pores Inlarge thy flaming-brested Louers More freely to transpire That impatient Fire The Heart that hides Thee hardly couers What did their Weapons but sett wide the Doores For Thee Fair purple Doores of loue's deuising The Ruby windowes which inrich't the EAST Of Thy so oft repeated Rising Each wound of Theirs was Thy new Morning And reinthron'd thee in thy Rosy Nest With blush of thine own Blood thy day adorning It was the witt of loue óreflowd the Bounds Of WRATH made thee way through All Those WOVNDS Wellcome dear All-Adored Name For sure there is no Knee That knowes not THEE Or if there be such sonns of shame Alas what will they doe When stubborn Rocks shall bow And Hills hang down their Heaun-saluting Heads To seek for humble Beds Of Dust where in the Bashfull shades of night Next to their own low NOTHING they may ly And couch before the dazeling light of thy dread majesty They that by Loue's mild Dictate now Will not Adore thee Shall Then with Iust Confusion bow And break before thee IN THE HOLY NATIVITY OF OVR LORD GOD A HYMN SVNG AS BY THE SHEPHEARDS Ton Createur te faict voir sa naissance Daignant souffrir pour toy des son enfance Quem vidistis Pastores c. Natum vidimus c. THE HYMN CHORVS COme we shepheards whose blest Sight Hath mett loue's Noon in Nature's night Come lift we vp our loftyer Song And wake the SVN that lyes too long To All our world of well-stoln joy He slept and dream't of no such thing While we found out Heaun's fairer ey And Kis't the Cradle of our KING Tell him He rises now too late To show vs ought worth looking at Tell him we now can show Him more Then He e're show'd to mortall Sight Then he Himselfe e're saw before Which to be seen needes not His light Tell him Tityrus where th' hast been Tell him Thysis what th-hast seen Tityrus Gloomy night embrac't the Place Where The Noble Infant lay The BABE look't vp shew'd his Face In spite of Darknes it was DAY It was THY day SWEET did rise Not from the EAST but from thine EYES Chorus It was THY day Sweet Thyrs WINTER chidde Aloud sent The angry North to wage his warres The North forgott his feirce Intent And left perfumes in stead of scarres By those sweet eye's persuasiue powrs Where he mean't frost he scatter'd flowrs Chorus By those sweet eyes Both We saw thee in thy baulmy Nest Young dawn of our aeternall DAY We saw thine eyes break from their EAT◠And chase the trembling shades away We saw thee we blest the sight We saw thee by thine own sweet light Tity Poor WORLD said I what wilt thou doe To entertain this starry STRANGER Is this the best thou canst bestow A cold and not too cleanly manger Contend the powres of heau'n earth To fittà bed for this huge birthe Cho. Contend the powers Thyt Proud world said I cease your contest And let the MIGHTY BABE alone The Phaenix builds the Phaenix'nest Lov's architecture is his own The BABE whose birth embraues this morn Made his own bed e're he was born Cho. The BABE whose Tir. I saw the curl'd drops soft slow Come houering o're the place's head Offring their whitest sheets of snow To furnish the fair INFANT's bed Forbear said I be not too bold Your fleece is white But t' is too cold Cho. Forbear sayd I Thyr. I saw the obsequious SERAPHIMS Their rosy fleece of fire bestow For well they now can spare their wing Since HEAVN it self lyes here below Well done said I but are you sure Your down so warm will passe for pure Cho. Well done sayd I Tit. No no your KING 's not yet to seeke Where to repose his Royall HEAD See see how soon his new-bloom'd CHEEK Twixt's mother's brests is gone to bed Sweet choise said we no way but so Not to ly cold yet slep in snow Cho. Sweet choise said we Both We saw thee in thy baulmy nest Bright dawn of our aeternall Day We saw thine eyes break from thir EAST And chase the trembling shades away We saw thee we blest the sight We saw thee by thine own sweet light Cho. We saw thee c. FVLL CHORVS Wellcome all WONDERS in one sight Aeternity shutt in a span Sommer in Winter Day in Night Heauen in earth GOD in MAN Great little one whose all-embracing birth Lifts earth to heauen stoopes heau'n to earth WELLCOME Though nor to gold nor silk To more then Caesar's birth right is Two sister-seas of Virgin-Milk With many a rarely-temper'd kisse That brearhes at once both MAID MOTHER Warmes in the one cooles in the other WELCOME though not to those gay flyes Guilded i th' Beames of earthly kings Slippery soules in smiling eyes But to poor Shepheards home-spun things Whose Wealth 's their flock whose witt to be Well read in their simplicity Yet when young April's husband showrs Shall blesse the fruitfull Maja's bed We 'l bring the First-born of her flowrs To kisse thy FEET crown thy HEAD To thee dread lamb whose loue must keep The shepheards more then they the sheep To THEE meek Majesty soft KING Of simple GRACES sweet LOVES Each of vs his lamb will bring Each his pair of sylver Doues Till burnt at last in fire of Thy fair eyes Our selues become our own best SACRIFICE NEW YEAR'S DAY RIse thou best brightest morning Rosy with a double Red With thine own blush thy cheeks adorning And the dear drops this day were shed All the purple pride that laces The crimson curtains of thy bed Guilds thee not with so sweet graces Nor setts thee in so rich a red Of all the fair-cheek't flowrs that fill thee None so fair thy bosom strowes As this modest maiden lilly Our sins haue sham'd into a rose Bid thy golden GOD the Sun Burnisht in his best beames rise Put all his red-ey'd Rubies on These Rubies shall putt out their eyes Let him make poor the purple east Search what the world 's close cabinets keep Rob the rich births of each bright nest That flaming in their fair beds sleep Let him embraue his own bright tresses With a new morning made of gemmes And wear in those his wealthy dresses Another Day of Diadems When he hath done all he may To make himselfe rich in his rise All will be darknes to the Day That breakes from one of these bright eyes And soon this sweet truth shall appear Dear BABE ere many dayes be done The morn shall come to meet thee here And leaue her own neglected Sun Here are Beautyes shall bereaue him Of all his eastern Paramours His Persian Louers all shall leaue him And swear faith to thy sweeter Powres IN THE GLORIOVS EPIPHANIE OF OVR LORD GOD A HYMN SVNG AS BY THE THREE KINGS 1. KINGE BRight BABE Whose awfull beautyes make The morn incurr a
stares He that made all things had not done Till he had made Himself thy son The whole world's host would be thy guest And board himself at thy rich BREST O boundles Hospitality The FEAST of all thing feeds on the The first Eue mother of our FALL E're she bore any one slew all Of Her vnkind gift might we haue The inheritance of a hasty GRAVE Quick burye'd in the wanton TOMB Of one forbidden bitt Had not à Better FRVIT forbidden it Had not thy healthfull womb The world's new eastern window bin And giuen vs heau'n again in giuing HIM Thine was the Rosy DAWN that sprung the Day Which renders all the starres she stole away Let then the Aged world be wise all Proue nobly here vnnaturall 'T is gratitude to forgett that other And call the maiden Eue their morher Yee redeem'd Nations farr near Applaud your happy selues in her All you to whom this loue belongs And keep 't aliue with lasting songs Let hearts lippes speak lowd and say Hail door of life sourse of day The door was shutt the fountain seal'd Yet LIGHT was seen LIFE reueald The fountain seald yet life found way Glory to thee great virgin's son In bosom of thy FATHER's blisse The same to thee sweet SPIRIT be done As euer shall be was is AMEN IN THE GLORIOVS ASSVMPTION OF OVR BLESSED LADY THE HYMN HArk she is call'd the parting houre is come Take thy Farewell poor world heaun must goe home A peice of heau'nly earth Purer brighter Then the chast starres whose choise lamps come to light her While through the crystall orbes clearer then they She climbes and makes afarre more milkey way She 's calld Hark how the dear immortall doue Sighes to his syluer mate rise vp my loue Rise vp my fair my spottlesse one The winter's past the rain is gone The spring is come the flowrs appear No sweets but thou are wanting here Come away my loue Come away my doue cast off delay The court of heau'n is come To wait vpon thee home Come come away The flowrs appear Or quickly would wert thou once here The spring is come or if it stay 'T is to keep time with thy delay The rain is gone except so much as we Detain in needfull teares to weep the want of thee The winter's past or if he make lesse hast His answer is why she does so If sommer come not how can winter goe Come away come away The shrill winds chide the waters weep thy stay The fountains murmur each lofty est three Bowes low'st his heauy top to look for thee Come away my loue Come away my doue c. She 's call'd again And will she goe When heaun bidds come who can say no Heaun calls her she must away Heaun will not she cannot stay GOE then goe GLORIOVS On the golden wings Of the bright youth of heaun that sings Vnder so sweet a Burthen Goe Since thy dread son will haue it so And while thou goest our song we Will as we may reach after thee HAIL holy Queen of humble hearts We in thy prayse will haue our parts Thy pretious name shall be Thy self to vs we With holy care will keep it by vs We to the last Will hold it fast And no ASSVMPTION shall deny vs All the sweetest showres Of our fairest flowres Will we strow vpon it Though our sweets cannot make It sweeter they can take Themselues new sweetnes from it MARIA men Angels sing MARIA mother of our KING LIVE rosy princesse LIVE And may the bright Crown of a most incomparable light Embrace thy radiant browes O may the best Of euerlasting ioyes bath thy white brest LIVE our chast loue the holy mirth Of heaun the humble pride of earth Liue ctown of woemen Queen of men Liue mistresse of our song And when Our weak desires haue done their brest Sweet Angels come and sing the rest SANITE MARY MAGDALENE OR THE WEEPER Loe where à WOVNDED HEART with Bleeding EYES conspire Is she a FLAMING Fountain or a Weeping fire THE WEEPER I. HAil sister springs Parents of syluer-footed rills Euer bubling things Thawing crystall snowy hills Still spending neuer spent I mean Thy fair eyes sweet MAGDALENE II. Heauens thy fair eyes be Heauens of euer-falling starres 'T is seed-time still with thee And starres thou sow'st whose haruest dares Promise the earth to counter shine Whateuer makes heaun's forhead fine III. But we' are deceiued all Starres indeed they are too true For they but seem to fall As Heaun's other spangles doe It is not for our earth vs To shine in Things so pretious IV. Vpwards thou dost weep Heaun's bosome drinks the gentle stream Where th' milky riuers creep Thine floates aboue is the cream Waters aboue th' Heauns what they be We' are taught best by thy TEARES thee V. Euery morn from hence A brisk Cherub somthing sippes Whose sacred influence Addes sweetnes to his sweetest Lippes Then to his musick And his song Tasts of this Breakfast all day long VI Not in the euening 's eyes When they Red with weeping are For the Sun that dyes Sitts sorrow with a face so fair No where but here did euer meet Sweetnesse so sad sadnesse so sweet VII When sorrow would be seen In her brightest majesty For she is a Queen Then is she drest by none but thee Then only then she weares Her proudest pearles I mean thy TEARES VIII The deaw no more will weep The prim rose's pale cheek to deck The deaw no more will sleep Nuzzel'd in the lilly's neck Much reather would it be thy TEAR And leaue them Both to tremble here IX There 's no need at all That the balsom-sweating bough So coyly should let fall His med'cinable teares for now Nature hath learn't tos'extract a deaw More soueraign sweet from you X. Yet let the poore drops weep weeping is the ease of woe Softly let them creep Sad that they are vanquish't so They though to others no releife balsom maybe for their own greife XI Such the maiden gemme By the purpling vine put on Peeps from her parent stemme And blushes at the bridegroomes sun This watry Blossom of thy eyn Ripe will make the richer wine XII When some new bright Guest Takes vp among the starres a room And Heaun will make a feast Angels with crystall violls come And deaw from these full eyes of thine Their master's Water their own Wine XIII Golden though he be Golden Tagus murmures tho Were his way by thee Content quiet he would goe So much more rich would he esteem Thy syluer then his golden stream XIV Well does the May that lyes Smiling in thy cheeks confesse The April in thine eyes Mutuall sweetnesse they expresse No April ere lent kinder showres Nor May return'd more faithfull flowres XV O ckeeks Bedds of chast loues By your own showres seasonably dash't Eyes nests of milky doues In your own wells
CARMEN DEO NOSTRO TE DECET HYMNVS SACRED POEMS COLLECTED CORRECTED AVGMENTED Most humbly Presented TO MY LADY THE COVNTSSE OF DENBIGH BY Her most deuoted Seruant R. C. IN heaty acknowledgment of his immortall obligation to her Goodnes Charity AT PARIS By PETER TARGA Printer to the Archbishope ef Paris in S. Victors streete at the golden sunne M.DC.LII CRASHAWE THE ANAGRAMME HE WAS CAR WAS CAR then Crashawe or WAS Crashawe CAR Since both within one name combined are Yes Car's Crashawe he Car t' is loue alone Which melts two harts of both composing one So Crashawe's still the same so much desired By strongest witts so honor'd so admired CAR WAS but HE that enter'd as afriend With whō he shar'd his thoughtes and did cōmend While yet he liu'd this worke they lou'd each other Sweete Crashawe was his friend he Crashawes brother So Car hath Title then t' was his intent That what his riches pen'd poore Car should print Nor feares he checke praysing that happie one Who was belou'd by all dispraysed by none To witt being pleas'd with all things he pleas'd all Nor would he giue nor take offence befall What might he would possesse himselfe and liue As deade deuoyde of interest t'all might giue Desease t' his well composed mynd forestal'd With heauenly riches which had wholy call'd His thoughtes from earth to liue aboue in'th aire A very bird of paradice No care Had he of earthly trashe What might suffice To fitt his soule to heauenly exercise Sufficed him and may we guesse his hart By what his lipps brings forth his onely part Is God and godly thoughtes Leaues doubt to none But that to whom one God is all all 's one What he might eate or weare he tooke no thought His needfull foode he rather found then sought He seekes no downes no sheetes his bed's still made If he can find a chaire or stoole he 's layd When day peepes in he quitts his rest lesse rest And still poore soule before he 's vp he 's dres't Thus dying did he liue yet liued to dye In the virgines lappe to whom he did applye His virgine thoughtes and words and thēce was styld By foes the chaplaine of the virgine myld While yet he liued without His modestie Imparted this to some and they to me Liue happie then deare soule inioy the rest Eternally by paynes thou purchacedest While Car must liue in care who was thy friend Nor cares he how he liue so in the end He may inioy his dearest Lord and thee And sitt and singe more skilfull songs eternally AN EPIGRAMME Vpon the pictures in the following Poemes which the Authour first made with his owne hand admirably well as may be seene in his Manuscript dedicated to the right Honorable Lady the L. Denbigh Twixt pen and pensill rose a holy strife Which might draw vertue better to the life Best witts gaue votes to that but painters swore They neuer saw peeces so sweete before As thes fruites of pure nature where no art Did lead the vntaught pensill nor had part In th'-worke The hand growne bold with witt will needes contest Doth it preuayle ah wo say each is best This to the eare speakes wonders that will trye To speake the same yet lowder to the eye Both their aymes are holy both conspire To wound to burne the hart with heauenly fire This then 's the Doome to doe both parties right This to the eare speakes best that to the sight THOMAS CAR NON VI 'T is not the work of force but skill To find the way into man's will 'T is loue alone can hearts vnlock Who knowes the WORD he needs not knock TO THE Noblest best of Ladyes the Countesse of Denbigh Perswading her to Resolution in Religion to render her selfe without further delay into the Communion of the Catholick Church WHat heau'n-intreated HEART is This Stands trembling at the gate of blisse Holds fast the door yet dares not vēture Fairly to open it and enter Whose DEFINITION is à doubt Twixt life death twixt in out Say lingring fair why comes the birth Of your braue soul so slowly forth Plead your pretences o you strong In weaknes why you choose so long In labor of your selfe to ly Nor daring quite to liue nor dy Ah linger not lou'd soul à slow And late consent was a long no Who grants at last long time tryd And did his best to haue deny'd What magick bolts what mystick Barres Maintain the will in these strange warres What fatall yet fantastick bands Keep The free Heart from it's own hands So when the year takes cold we see Poor waters their owne prisoners be Fetter'd lockt vp fast they ly In a sad selfe-captiuity The astonisht nymphs their flood 's strange fate deplore To see themselues their own seuerer shore Thou that alone canst thaw this cold And fetch the heart from it 's strong Hold All mighty LOVE end this long warr And of a meteor make a starr O fix this fair INDEFINITE And mongst thy shafts of soueraign light Choose out that sure decisiue dart Which has the Key of this close heart Knowes all the corners of 't can controul The self-shutt cabinet of an vnsearcht soul O let it be at last loue's houre Raise this tall Trophee of thy Powre Come once the conquering way not to confute But kill this rebell-wotd IRRESOLVTE That so in spite of all this peeuish strength Of weaknes she may write RESOLV'D AT LENGTH Vnfold at length vnfold fair flowre And vse the season of loue's showre Meet his well-meaning Wounds wise heart And hast to drink the wholsome dart That healing shaft which heaun till now Hath in loue's quiuer hid for you O Dart of loue arrow of light O happy you if it hitt right It must not fall in vain it must Not mark the dry regardles dust Fair one it is your fate and brings Aeternall worlds vpon it's wings Meet it with wide-spread armes see It 's scat your soul 's iust center be Disband dull feares giue faith the day To saue your life kill your delay It is loue's seege and sure to be Your triumph though his victory 'T is cowardise that keeps this feild And want of courage not to yeild Yeild then ô yeild that loue may win The Fort at last and let life in Yeild quickly Lest perhaps you proue Death's prey before the prize of loue This Fort of your fair selfe if 't be not won He is repulst indeed But you' are vndone TO THE NAME ABOVE EVERY NAME THE NAME OF IESVS A HYMN I Sing the NAME which None can say But touch't with An interiour RAY The Name of our New PEACE our Good Our Blisse Supernaturall Blood The Name of All our Liues Loues Hearken And Help ye holy Doues The high-born Brood of Day you bright Candidates of blissefull Light The HEIRS Elect of Loue whose Names belong Vnto The euerlasting life of Song All ye
sweet mistake 2. For whom the'officious heauns deuise To disinheritt the sun's rise 3. Delicately to displace The Day plant it fairer in thy face 1. O thou born KING of loues 2. Of lights 3. Of ioyes Cho. Look vp sweet BABE look vp see For loue of Thee Thus farr from home The EAST is come To seek her self in thy sweet Eyes 1. We who strangely went astray Lost in a bright Meridian night 2. A Darkenes made of too much day 3. Becken'd from farr By thy fair starr Lo at last haue found our way Cho. To THEE thou DAY of night thou east of west Lo we at last haue found the way To thee the world 's great vniuersal east The Generall indifferent DAY 1. All-circling point All centring sphear The world 's one round Aeternall year 2. Whose full all-vnwrinkled face Nor sinks nor swells with time or place 3. But euery where euery while Is One Consistent solid smile 1. Not vext tost 2. 'Twixt spring frost 3. Nor by alternate shredds of light Sordidly shifting hands with shades night Cho. O little all in thy embrace The world lyes warm likes his place Nor does his full Globe fail to be Kist on Both his cheeks by Thee Time is too narrow for thy YEAR Nor makes the whole WORLD thy half-spear 1. To Thee to Thee From him we flee 2. From HIM whom by a more illustriously The blindnes of the world did call the eye 3. To HIM who by These mortall clouds hast made Thy self our sun though thine own shade 2. Farewell the wold's false light Farewell the white Aegypt a long farewell to thee Bright IDOL black IDOLATRY The dire face of inferior DARKNES kis't And courted in the pompus mask of a more specious mist 2. Farewell farewell The proud misplac't gates of hell Pertch't in the morning's way And double-guilded as the doores of DAY The deep hypocrisy of DEATH NIGHT More desperately dark Because more bright 3. Welcome the world 's sure Way HEAVN's wholsom ray Cho. Wellcome to vs and we SWEET to our selues in THEE 1. The deathles HEIR of all thy FATHER's day 2. Decently Born Embosom'd in a much more Rosy MORN The Blushes of thy All-vnblemish't mother 3. No more that other Aurora shall sett ope Her ruby casements or hereafter hope From mortall eyes To meet Religious welcomes at her rise Cho. We Pretious ones in you haue won A gentler MORN a iuster sun 1. His superficiall Beames fun-burn't our skin 2. But left within 3. The night winter still of death sin Câ—o Thy softer yet more certaine DARTS Spare our eyes but peirce our HARTS 1. Therfore with HIS proud persian spoiles 2. We court thy more concerning smiles 3. Therfore with his Disgrace We guild the humble cheek of this chast place Cho. And at thy FEET powr forth his FACE 1. The doating nations now no more Shall any day but THINE adore 2. Nor much lesse shall they leaue these eyes For cheap Aegyptian Deityes 3. In whatsoe're more Sacred shape Of Ram He-goat or reuerend ape Those beauteous rauishers opprest so sore The too-hard-tempted nations 1. Neuer more By wanton heyfer shall be worn 2. A Garland or a guilded horn The altar-stall'd ox fatt OSYRIS now With his fair sister cow 3. Shall kick the clouds no more But lean tame Cho. See his horn'd face dy for shame And MITHRA now shall be no name 1. No longer shall the immodest lust Of Adulterous GODLES dust 2. Fly in the face of heau'n As if it were The poor world's Fault that he is fair 3. Nor with peruerse loues Religious RAPES Reuenge thy Bountyes in their beauteous shapes And punish Best Things worst Because they stood Guilty of being much for them too Good 1. Proud sons of death that durst compell Heau'n it self to find them hell 2. And by strange witt of madnes wrest From this world's EAST the other's WEST 3. All-Idolizing wormes that thus could crowd And vrge Their sun into thy cloud Forcing his sometimes eclips'd face to be A long deliquium to the light of thee Cho. Alas with how much heauyer shade The shamefac't lamp hung down his head For that one eclipse he made Then all those he suffered 1. For this he look't so bigg euery morn With a red face confes't this scorn Or hiding his vex't cheeks in a hir'd mist Kept them from being so vnkindly kis't 2. It was for this the day did rise So oft with blubber'd eyes For this the euening wept and we ne're knew But call'd it deaw 3. This dayly wrong Silenc't the morning-sons damp't their song Cho. Nor was 't our deafnes but our sins that thus Long made th' Harmonious orbes all mute to vs 2. Time has a day in store When this so proudly poor And self-oppressed spark that has so long By the loue-sick world bin made Not so much their sun as SHADE Weary of this Glorious wrong From them from himself shall flee For shelter to the shadow of thy TREE Cho. Proud to haue gain'd this pretious losse And chang'd his false crown for thy CROSSE 2. That dark Day's clear doom shall define Whose is the Master FIRE which sun should shine That sable ludgment-seat shall by new lawes Decide settle the Great cause Of controuerted light Cho. And natur's wrongs rejoyce to doe thee Right 3. That forfeiture of noon to night shall pay All the idolatrous thefts done by this night of day And the Great Penitent presse his own pale lipps With an elaborate loue-eclipse To which the low world's lawes Shall lend no cause Cho. Saue those domestick which he borrowes From our sins his own sorrowes 1. Three sad hour's sack cloth then shall show to vs His penance as our fault conspicuous 2. And he more needfully nobly proue The nation's terror now then erst their loue 3. Their hated loues changd into wholsom feares Cho. The shutting of his eye shall open Theirs 2. As by a fair-ey'd fallacy of day Miss-ledde before they lost their way So shall they by the seasonable fright Of an vnseasonable night Loosing it once again stumble'on true LIGHT 2. And as before his too-bright eye Was Their more blind idolatry So his officious blindines now shall be Their black but faithfull perspectiue of thee 3. His new prodigious night Their new admirable light The supernaturall DAWN of Thy pure day While wondring they The happy conuerts now of him Whom they compell'd before to be their sin Shall henceforth see To kisse him only as their rod Whom they so long courted as GOD Cho. And their best vse of him they worship't be To learn of Him at lest to worship Thee 2. It was their Weaknes woo'd his beauty But it shall be Their wisdome now as well as duty To'injoy his Blott as a large black letter Vse it to spell Thy beautyes better And make the night in self their rorch to
thee 2. By the oblique ambush of this close night Couch't in that conscious shade The right-ey'd Areopagite Shall with a vigorous guesse inuade And catche thy quick reflex and sharply see On this dark Grouud To dscant THEE 3. O prize of the rich SPIRIT with that feirce chase Of this strong soul shall he Leap at thy lofty FACE And scize the swift Flash in rebound From this ohsequious cloud Once call'd a sun Till dearly thus vndone Cho. Till thus triumphantly tam'd o ye two Twinne SVNNES taught now to negotiate you 1. Thus shall that reuerend child of light 2. By being scholler first of that new night Come forth Great master of the mystick day 3. And teach obscure MANKIND a more close way By the frugall negatine light Of a most wise well-abused Night To read more legible thine originall Ray Cho. And make our Darknes serue THY day Maintaining t'wixt thy world ours A commerce of contrary powres A mutuall trade 'Twixt sun SHADE By confederat BLACK WHITE Borrowing day lending night 1. Thus we who when with all the noble powres That at thy cost are call'd not vainly ours We vow to make braue way Vpwards presse on for the pure intelligentiall Prey 2. At lest to play The amorous Spyes And peep proffer at thy sparkling Throne 3. In stead of bringing in the blissfull PRIZE And fastening on Thine eyes Forfeit our own And nothing gain But more Ambitious losse at lest of brain Cho. Now by abased liddes shall learn to be Eagles and shutt our eyes that we may see The Close Therfore to THEE thine Auspitious ray Dread sweet lo thus At lest by vs The delegated EYE of DAY Does first his Scepter then HIMSELF in solemne Tribute pay Thus he vndresses His sacred vnshorn treses At thy adored FEET thus he layes down 1. His gorgeous tire Of flame fire 2. His glittering ROBE 3. his sparkling CROWN 3. His GOLD 2. his MIRRH 3. his FRANKINCENCE Cho. To which He now has no pretence For being show'd by this day's light how farr He is from sun enough to make THY starr His best ambition now is but to be Somthing a brighter SHADOW sweet of thee Or on heaun's azure forhead high to stand Thy golden index with a duteous Hand Pointing vs Home to our own sun The world's his HYPERION TO THE QVEEN'S MAIESTY MADAME Mongst those long rowes of cownes that guild your race These Royall sages sue for decent place The day-break of the nations their first ray When the Dark WORLD dawn'd into Christian DAY And smil'd i' th' BABE's bright face the purpling Bud And Rosy dawn of the right Royall blood Fair first-fruits of the LAMB Sure KINGS in this They took a kingdom while they gaue a kisse But the world's Homage scarse in These well blown We read in you Rare Queen ripe full-grown For from this day's rich seed of Diadems Does rise a radiant croppe of Royalle stemms A Golden haruest of crown'd heads that meet And crowd for kisses from the LAMB's white feet In this Illustrious throng your lofty floud Swells high fair Confluence of all highborn Bloud With your bright head whose groues of scepters bend Their wealthy tops for these feet contend So swore the LAMB's dread sire And so we see 't Crownes the HEADS they kisse must court these FEET Fix here fair Majesty May your Heart ne're misse To reap new CROWNES KINGDOMS from that kisse Nor may we misse the ioy to meet in you The aged honors of this day still new May the great time in you still greater be While all the YEAR is your EPIPHANY While your each day's deuotion duly brings Three KINGDOMES to supply this day's three KINGS THE OFFICE OF THE HOLY CROSSE Tradidit Semetipsum pro nobis oblationem et hostiam Deo in odorem Suauitatis ad Ephe. 5 THE HOWRES FOR THE HOVR OF MATINES The Versicle LORD by thy Sweet Sauing SIGN The Responsory Defend us from our foes Thine â„£ Thou shallt open my lippes O LORD â„Ÿ And my mouth shall shew forth thy Prayse â„£ O GOD make speed to saue me â„Ÿ O LORD make hast to help me GLORY be to the FATHER and to the SON and to the H. GHOST As it was in the beginning is now euer shall be world without end Amen THE HYMN THe wakefull Matines hast to sing The vnknown sorrows of our king The FATHER ' word wisdom made MAN for man by man's betraid The world's price sett to sale by the bold Merchants of Death sin is bought sold Of his Best Freinds yea of himself forsaken By his worst foes because he would beseig'd taken The Antiphona All hail fair TREE Whose Fruit we be What song shall raise Thy seemly praise Who broughtst to light Life out of death Day out of night The Versicle Lo we adore thee Dread LAMB And bow thus low before thee The Râ—sponsor 'Cause by the couenant of thy CROSSE Thou' hast sau'd at once the whole world's losse The Prayer O Lord IESV-CHRIST son of the liuing GOD interpose I pray thee thine own pretious death thy CROSSE Passion betwixt my soul thy iudgment now in the hour of my death And vouchsafe to graunt vnto me thy grace mercy vnto all quick dead remission rest to thy church peace concord to vs sinners life glory euerlasting Who liuest and reignest with the FATHER in the vnity of the HOLY GHOST one GOD world without end Amen FOR THE HOVR OF PRIME The Versicle Lord by thy sweet sauing SIGN The Responsor Defend vs from our foes thine â„£ Thou shalt open â„Ÿ And my mouth â„£ O GOD make speed â„Ÿ O LORD make hast Glory be to As it was in THE HYMN THe early PRIME blushes to say She could not rise so soon as they Call'd Pilat vp to try if He Could lend them any cruelty Their hands with lashes arm'd their toungs with lyes And loathsom spittle blott those beauteous eyes The blissfull springs of ioy from whose all-chearing Ray The fair starrs fill their wakefull fires the sun himfelfe drinks Day The Antiphona Victorious SIGN That now dost shine Transcrib'd aboue Into the land of light loue O let vs twine Our rootes with thine That we may rise Vpon thy wings reach the skyes The Versicle Lo we adore thee Dread LAME and fall Thus low before thee The Responsor 'Cause by the Conuenant of thy CROSSE Thou' hast sau'd at once the whole world's losse The Prayer O Lrod IESV-CHRIST son of the liuing OOD interpofe I pray thee thine own pretious death thy CROSSE Passion betwixt my soul thy iudgment now in the hour of my death And vouchsafe to graunt vnto me thy grace mercy vnto all quick dead remission rest to thy church peace concord to vs sinners life glory euerlasting Who liuest and reignest with the
soul that 's not oppest Nor choak't with what she should be drest A soul sheath'd in a christall shrine Through which all her bright features shine As when a peice of wanton lawn A thinne aeriall veil is drawn Or'e beauty's face seeming to hide more sweetly showes the blushing bride A soul whose intellectuall beames No mists doe mask no lazy steames A happy soul that all the way To HEAVN rides in a summer's day Wouldst ' see a man whose well-warm'd blood Bathes him in a genuine flood Aman whose tuned humors be A seat of rarest harmony Wouldst ' see blith lookes fresh cheekes beguil Age wouldst see december smile Wouldst ' see nests of new roses grow In a bed nf renerend snow Warm thoughts free spirits flattering Winter's selfe into a SRING In summe wouldst see a man that can Liue to be old and still a man Whose latest most leaden houres Fall with soft wings stuck with soft flowres And when life's sweet fable ends Soul body part like freinds No quarrells murmurs no delay A KISSE a SIGH and so away This rare one reader wouldst thou see Hark hither and thy self be HE HOPE HOpe whose weak beeing ruin'd is Alike if it succeed or if it misse Whom ill or good does equally confound And both the hornes of fate's dilemma wound Vain shadow that dost vanish quite Both at full noon perfect night The starres haue not a possibility Of blessing Thee If thinges then from their end we happy call 'T is hope is the most hopelesse thing of all Hope thou bold Taster of delight Who in stead of doing so deuourst it quite Thou bringst vs an estate yet leau'st vs poor By clogging it with legacyes before The ioyes which we intire should wed Come deflour'd-virgins to our bed Good fortunes without gain imported be Such mighty custom 's paid to Thee For ioy like wine kep't close does better tast If it take air before his spirits wast Hope fortun 's cheating lottery Where for one prize an hundred blankes there be Fond archer hope Who tak'st thine aime so farr That still or short or wide thine arrowes are Thinne empty cloud which th-ey deceiues With shapes that our own fancy giues A cloud which gilt painted now appeares But must drop presently in teares When thy false beames o're reason's light preuail By IGNES FATVI for north starres we sail Brother of fear more gayly clad The merryer fool o th two yet quite as mad Sire of repentance child of fond desire That blow'st the chymick the louer's fire Still leading them insensibly ' on With the strong witchcraft of Anon. By thee the one does changing nature through Her endlesse labyrinth's pursue And th' other chases woman while she goes More wayes turnes then hunted nature knowes M. COWLEY M. CRASHAWS ANSWER FOR HOPE DEar hope earth's dowry heaun's debt The entity of those that are not yet Subtlest but surest beeing Thou by whom Our nothing has a definition Substantiall shade whose sweet allay Blends both the noones of night day Fates cannot find out a capacity Of hurting thee From Thee their lean dilemma with blunt horn Shrinkes as the sick moon from the wholsome morn Rich hope loue's legacy vnder lock Of faith still spending still growing stock Our crown-land lyes aboue yet each meal brings A seemly portion for the sonnes of kings Nor will the virgin ioyes we wed Come lesse vnbroken to our bed Because that from the bridall ckeek of blisse Thou steal'st vs down a distant kisse Hope's chast stealth harmes no more ioye 's maidenhead Then spousall rites preiudge the marriage bed Fair hope our earlyer heau'n by thee Young time is taster to eternity Thy generous wine with age growes strōg not sowre Nor does it kill thy fruit to smell thy flowre Thy golden growing head neuer hangs down Till in the lappe of loues full noone It falls and dyes o no it melts away As does the dawn into the day As lumpes of sugar loose themselues and twine Their supple essence with the soul of wine Fortune alas aboue the world's low warres Hope walks kickes the curld heads of conspiring starres Her keel cutts not the waues where These winds stirr Fortune's whole lottery is one blank to her Sweet hope kind cheat fair fallacy by thee We are not WHERE nor What we be But WHAT WHERE we would be Thus art thou Our absent PRESENCE and our future Now Faith's sister nurse of fair desire Fear 's antitode a wise well-stay'd fire Temper twixt chill despair torrid ioy Queen Regent in yonge loue's minority Though the vext chymick vainly chases His fugitiue gold through all her faces Though loue 's more feirce more fruitlesse fires assay One face more fugitiue then all they True hope 's a glorious hunter her chase The GOD of nature in the feilds of grace VIVE IESV