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A06971	The teares of the beloued: or, The lamentation of Saint Iohn, concerning the death and passion of Christ Iesus our sauiour. By I.M.	Markham, Gervase, 1568?-1637.	1600 (1600)	STC 17395; ESTC S109860	14,592	41

so great would seeme Making moats moūtaines moūtains moats esteeme For Pilates place he being vncircumcizde Would them defile but not the innocents blood Their soules their tongues with murther were surpriz'd They vs'd all meanes to haue the truth withstood Great sepulchers without are painted fayre But hold within all stench and lothsome ayre Pilate perceiued himselfe must take some paine To goe to them who frighted were with spight Tell me he said of Christ sith ye complaine So shew the wrong that I the same may right They then reply VVere not his doings ill We would not vrge that thou his blood shouldst spill Pilate then said Then man vnto ye take Doome him to death as your law shall permit The Iewes that time then vnto Pilate spake This thy resist doth not our humors fit It is not lawfull for any of our traine To kill a man we must from blood refraine This speech of theirs had also this effect For he who knew the secrets of mankinde Knew long before vve did the Iewes suspect His bitter death and thereof eke the kinde He vvould not faile our ransome now to pay Vs to redeeme though hell would him gainsay Let those that list into their dealings pry These vvicked men the rulers and the rest False counsell sought vvith vvhich they meant to try Their great vntruth that Iesus thus opprest So foule offenders might be clear'd from blame Thēselues thus clear'd vvere they not neerer shame As if a vvretch incensed from deepe hell Should kill a friend that saued once his life And seeing on sleepe the wretch vvith fury fell In sleepers hand should fast the blooddy knife And then abroad with outcries should maintaine His slaughtered friend was by the other slaine False witnes sought but none then found at all Though many came laden with vntruthes stoare At last came two into the high priests hall These were the last like bulles prepar'd to goare Who said that Christ the Temple would deface And reare it vp againe in three dayes space The louely sweete hereat did hold his peace Then the high priest incensed all with yre By the liuing God did charge Christ should not cease But answere make to that he would require Art thou the Christ of God art thou the sonne Herewith he hoapt Iesus should be vndonne Iesus to this replies Thou it hast said But neuerthelesse hereafter ye shall see The Sonne of man when ye shall stand dismaid All glorious seated on Gods right hand to be I then will come with glory great might Guarded with millions compast with clowds most bright Now thinke ye see vpon this answere prest The high priest doth his cloathes in sunder rent Christ hath blasphem'd on witnesses to rest I see 't is vaine that longer time be spent What thinke ye now ye heare his blasphemy They answere all He worthy is to dye The fowle-mouth'd monsters spit vpon his face Which face the angels to behold are glad They buffit him and yeld him all disgrace Smote him with rods hereat I waxt most sad This to inlarge as Peter much did moane So what insues must force th' offender groane The extreame spight shewed to Gods deare sonne Was for our sinnes our sinnes caused this spight Vexe him not fresh now that the Iewes haue done Such vexe him still who in their sinne delight All armed foes cannot such paines procure That wilfull sinners for euer shall endure This will I proue in one example plaine When Iudas sawe our Lord condemn'd to dye When he beheld him led with cursed traine When in each place he did all violence spye The sence of sinne assailes and fresh doth fray He yeldes and said I did my Lord betray Let presse in sight the kindnes of this Lord In choosing me vnto so high estate In trusting me euen of his owne accord In louing me that did deserue all hate Ah brutish beasts are thankfull in their kinde I much more brutish his fauors did not minde I others taught my selfe I did not teach I wonders wrought and now haue wrought a wonder Accursed houre I after gaine did reach Woe to my selfe God doth with vengeance thunder Who lookes on me with this will me vpbraid There goes the wretch his Master that betraid I there 's the sting that frets me to the gall For ranckerous Iewes excuse them from my spight I Christ betraid on me all vengeance fall I am condemn'd that did in sinne delight With graue forecast why did I not preuent This monstrous sinne for which I thus am shent Now must I looke vpon my present losse And what is that but an Apostles place That but brings more I gaind a little drosse And thus lose heauen the looking on Gods face Ye greedy gripes that feede on liuing men Hasten to hell my lothsome dark'ned den Ye monstrous sinners to my talke attend Seducing Sathan snarde me with his baite Faire words I had but these and deedes did bend My couetous mind on treason now to waite If euery sinne should in their kinde appeare Ye would detest siluer to buy so deare I seele my sinne a cause my selfe to hate I haue no sence I should for mercy cry My sinne exclaimes accursed is my state Iustice is iust this course I minde to try These thirty pieces of siluer now at last I will againe to priests and elders cast Good worke this is but wanteth loue and faith What helpeth it to say I did offend The diuell prest vnto my soule then saith 'T is true thou speakst despaire and life now end Thus he that first did me to mischiefe traine Doth much reioyce at my perpetuall paine I sinn'd a sinne betraying the innocent blood O innocent blood with cryes that doest affright Affright me not why am I thus withstood Withstood with wrath and with my tainted spright One mischiefe doth vpon an another heape 'T is good ye looke before the ditch he leape VVhat 's that to vs see thou to these things looke So said these guides making of me a scorne No one I found that pitty on me tooke For I became indeede a wretch forlorne A strangling coard made end of all my doubt I hangd my selfe my bowels gushed out Suffer my speech who suffer now with griefe Death void of death for death here liueth still Barr'd from all hope shut out from all reliefe Most sad complaints my hearing now doth fill I haue no rest but in vnrest remaine No tongue or penne can well declare my paine Now to returne to Pilate who like case To the common hall had entred now with speede Who tendring much Caesars and his disgrace Did aske of Christ if he were King in deede For rebels wrought the Romanes much vnrest Which caus'd great care to haue such wrongs redrest He questioned much if Christ then were a King But no aduantage of his words could take Our Sauiour so about his state did bring That of his kingdome thus in briefe he spake My kingly state it is no

earthly might For then my seruants would be prest to fight Belike the saying of the wise men much Moued mens minds who called Christ a King But this is sure gainst Romanes all did gruch The hope of freedome flouring state would bring Vaine was their hope whom God ment not to free VVho fights gainst God should he with such agree Our heauenly King in his especiall grace Doth spirituall gifts vpon his friends bestow He loueth them that loue him to imbrace VVho such sheepe are this shepherd true doth know Shaddowes haue shewes wanting their proper weight VVho vvants the ground are fed vvith fond deceight In this my moane although I do digresse Iust cause I haue Christs kingdome me constraines This same is it vvhich Sathan vvould oppresse Herein the vvicked most do tire their braines The singer sweete of Israel saw this age Which caus'd him muse why vainely they do rage Ye mortall men vvho haue on earth your time Like pilgrims poore to plod in vncoath vvayes What are ye here but drosse earth clay and slime Can ye prolong your life vvith yeares or dayes Your glasse doth run though sand in glasse do stay But being run you hence must poast away Vpon the charge Pilate to Christ did lay Our vvisdome vvould he should declare againe If of himselfe he then the vvords did say Or that some other to speake so did him traine But as Iewes name the Deputy did deny So he declarde on whom the blame did lye Then he demaunds what our sweete Lord had done Sith earthly pompe of Kings he did not claime For that with spight the Iewes this threed had sponne Gainst proper life of Sauiour so to aime The heathen yet he doth assay to teach Though he did here matter aboue his reach Harken to him who is a glorious King Whose gouernement whose lawes and other rights Are fram'd from heauen of him the Angels sing Of him to talke each godly one delights For ods are great twixt that which shall decay And this dread King which shall indure for aye Stoope stately Kings vnto this King indeede Your greatest glory to his is not a sparke He you defends his taske is you to feede He is your light and guides you in the darke All possible good from this great Good doth flowe His are your crownes to him your crownes ye owe. And Pilate said A King now art thou then Iesus replyes Thou saist I am a King This title much doth trouble carnall men Who causlesse heare but conscience hath a sting Yet of that sting they haue no sence at all Which forceth them to greater dangers fall Euen for this cause saith Iesus I am borne Into this world for this cause I did come Witnes to beare to truth which most men scorne Yet friends to truth that heare my voyce are some What is the Truth thus Pilate then did say But turn'd his backe and would no longer stay A question sweete Pilate thou didst propound Why wouldst not stay to heare our Lords reply Thou shouldst haue heard him error soone confound This gracefull Good would not to teach deny But thou foreshewest how some of chiefest place To talke of truth accompt it their disgrace But glorious Truth shall in the end preuaile Against all foes who seeke to presse it downe Sathan doth know in vaine he doth assaile This onely Good his ministers yet must frowne Banding their might against this highest grace Working their spight that do this truth imbrace Most splendent Truth thy glorious golden rayes Many degrees surmounts the shining sunne Thy marueilous might and thy most worthy prayse None can declare for when we all haue donne We come too short thy greatnes to declare Thee to disgrace yet flesh and blood doth dare But Sunne to darke we know is practise vaine To warre with heauen will proue a fearefull fight God such doth hate as do his truth disdaine Against such foes he girded is with might Who for the truth would not his life then spend Seeing God is prest his owne right to defend To Iewes now Pilate goeth yet once againe And to them said In Christ no cause I finde Your custome is I one should loose from paine At this your feast then Iesus he doth minde Ye Iewes your King if now ye meane to choose Your minds vnfold will ye I Iesus loose Me thought this was like to a sudden stay Forc'd by retrait where egre battaile meetes Where man doth man with mutuall might assay And bloodlesse bodies earth then gladly greetes But then againe both armies forces tryes Till one of them must yeeld with fainting cryes So then this comfort corsiue I may call For what refreshing found my sad lament My chiefe of choyce my soule I saw in thrall So I perceiued the Iewes to murther bent Faces of men are tables of their minde By outward signes mens malice ye may finde For wicked Iewes their clamours now began We will not Iesus Barrabas we will Like craues their like let loose a murtherous man Haue ye no care the spotlesse blood to spill Drop blooddy teares my moysture waxeth dry Like sommers drouth that for more raine doth cry Poore Iotham now me thinkes I do thee see Who didst rebuke thy vnkinde countrymen In offer made to trees who King should be They rule refus'd but hooking bramble then Would needes be King and then had his desire The tyrants rule is like consuming fire Ah my Redeemer this oft thou didst foretell In parables and in thy preaching plaine That of the Vineyard wherein is vttered well How for great good they thee requite with paine Gods heire thou art to kill thee these now ment Thou being slaine they to possesse are bent Possesse ye shall and cruelly be destroyd Oh wicked men your glory shall decay Your pleasant land shall lye both waste and voyd To all the world ye shall become a pray Such who will not that Christ should rule alone Must finde his might where they must waile mone Ye will not him that would your proper good Ye him reiect that came you to redeeme Oh people blinde that thus Gods grace withstood So light to set of him beyond esteeme Vertue in place we haue no care to minde But being gone we gladly would it finde The first Adiunct My sweetest Sweete my Lord my loue my life The worlds bright lampe farre cleerer then the sunne What may this meane cannot I end this strife This ranckorous spight by wicked Iewes begunne O man most pure for wretches most forlorne Must my great God to men be made a scorne He made his soule an offring for our sinne His will was such his death doth life prolong He dying for vs then did our life beginne His is the gaine to him all ioyes belong Although our guilt did force our Lord to faint Yet all his foes could not with sinne him taint Thou Light of God in whom no darknes dwels Sole reconciler and worker of our wealth Thy bitter pangs all