which went before And waited for thee at the Door Shall own thee there and all in one Weave a Constellation Of Crowns with which the King thy spouse Shall build up thy triumphant Brows All thy old Woes shall now smile on thee And thy pains set bright upon thee All thy sorrows here shall shine And thy sufferings be Divine Tears shall take Comfort and turn Gems And wrongs repent to Diadems Even thy deaths shall live and new Dress the soul which late they slew Thy wounds shall blush to such bright scarrs As keep account of the Lambs wars Those rare Works where thou shalt leave Writ Loves Noble History with Wit Taught thee by none but him while here They seed our souls shall cloath thine there Each Heavenly Word by whose hid flame Our hard hearts shall strike fire the same Shall flourish on thy Brows and be Both Fire to us and Flame to thee Whose Light shall live bright in thy face By Glory in our Hearts by Grace Thou shalt look round about and see Thousands of crown'd Souls throng to be Themselves thy Crown Sons of thy Nows The Virgin Births with which thy Spouse Made fruitful thy fair soul Go now And with them all about thee bow To him put on he 'l say put on My Rosy Love that thy rich Zone Sparkling with the sacred Flames Of thousand souls whose happy names Heaven keeps upon thy score thy bright Life brought them first to kiss the Light That kindled them to starrs and so Thou with the Lamb thy Lord shall 't goe And where so e'r he sits his white Steps walk with him those ways of Light Which who in death would live to see Must learn in life to dye like thee An Apology for the precedent Hymn as having been writ when the Author was yet a Protestant THus have I back again to thy bright name Fair sea of Holy fires transfus'd the Flame 〈◊〉 took from reading thee 't is to thy wrong 〈◊〉 know that in my weak and worthless song Thou here art set to shine where thy full day â—…carce dawns O pardon if I dare to say â—…hine own dear Books are guilty for from thence 〈◊〉 Learnt to know that Love is Eloquence â—…hat Heavenly Maxim gave me heart to try 〈◊〉 what to other Tongues is Tun'd so high â—…hy praise might not speak English too forbid By all thy Mysteries that there lye hid â—…orbid it Mighty Love let no fond hate â—…f Names and Words so far prejudicate â—…uls are not Spaniards too one friendly Flood â—…f Baptisme blends them all into one Blood â—…hrists Faith makes but one body of all souls â—…nd loves that Bodies Soul no Law controuls â—…ur free Trafick for Heaven we may maintain â—…eace sure with Piety though it dwell in Spain â—…hat Soul soever in any Language can â—…eak Heav'n like hers is my Souls countrey-man O 'T is not Spanish but 't is Heaven she speaks 'T is Heaven that lies in Ambush there and breaks From thence into the wondring Readers Brest Who finds his warm heart hatch into a nest Of little Eagles and young Loves whose high Flights scorn the Lazie Dust and things that dye There are enow whose Draughts as deep as Hell Drink up all Spain in Sack let my Soul swell With thee strong Wine of Love let others swim In puddles we will pledge this Seraphim Bowls full of richer Blood then blush of Grape Was ever guilty of change we our shape My soul some drink from Men to Beasts O then Drink we till we prove more not less then Men And turn not Beasts but Angels Let the King Me ever into these his Cellars bring Where flows such Wine as we can have of none But him who trode the Wine-press all alone Wine of Youths life and the sweet deaths of Love Wine of immortal mixture which can prove Its Tincture from the Rosie Nectar Wine That can exalt weak Earth and so refine Our Dust that in one Draught Mortality May drink it self up and forget to dye On a Treatise of Charity RIse then immortal Maid Religion rise Put on thy self in thine own looks t' our Eyes Be what thy Beauties not our blots have made thee Such as e'r our dark sins to Dust betray'd thee Heav'n set thee down new drest when thy bright Birth Shot thee like Lightning to th' astonisht Earth From th' dawn of thy fair Eye-lids wipe away Dull Mists and melancholly Clouds take day And thine own Beams about thee bring the best Of whatsoe'r persum'd thy Eastern Nest. Girt all thy Glories to thee then sit down Open this Book fair Queen and take thy Crown These learned Leaves shall vindicate to thee Thy Holiest Humblest Handmaid Charity She 'l dress thee like thy self set thee on high Where thou shalt reach all hearts command each Eye Lo where I see thy offrings wake and rise From the pale Dust of that strange Sacrifice which they themselves were each one putting on A Majesty that may beseem thy Throne The Holy Youth of Heav'n whose Golden Rings Girt round thy awful Altars with bright wings Fanning thy fair Locks which the World believes As much as sees shall with these sacred Leaves Trick their tall Plumes and in that garb shall go If not more glorious more conspicuous tho Be it enacted then By the fair Laws of thy firm-pointed Pen Gods services no longer shall put on A sluttishness for pure Religion No longer shall our Churches frighted stones Lie scatter'd like the Burnt and Martyr'd bones Of dead Devotion nor faint Marbles weep â—…n their sad Ruines nor Religion keep A melancholly Mansion in those cold â—…rns Like Gods Sanctuaries they lookt of old Now seem they Temples consecrate to none Or to a new God Desolation No more the Hypocrite shall th' upright be Because he 's stiff and will confess no Knee While others bend their Knee no more shalt thou Disdainful Dust and Ashes bend thy Brow Nor on Gods Altar cast two scorching Eyes Bak't in hot scorn for a burnt Sacrifice But for a Lamb thy tame and tender Heart New struck by Love still trembling on his Dart Or for two Turtle Doves it shall suffice To bring a pair of meek and humble Eyes This shall from henceforth be the Masculine Theme Pulpits and Pens shall sweat in to redeem Vertue to Action that Life-feeding flame That keeps Religion warm not swell a name Of faith a Mountain word made up of Air With those dear spoils that wont to dress the Fair And fruitful Charities full Breasts of old Turning her out to tremble in the cold What can the Poor hope from us when we be Uncharitable ev'n to Charity On the Glorious Assumption of the Blessed Virgin HArk she is call'd the parting hour is come take thy farwel poor world heaven must go home A piece of Heavenly Light purer and brighter Then the chast stars whose choice Lamps come to ligâ—… 〈◊〉 While through the Christal Orbs clearer then they She climbs and makes a
send Whose drowsiness hath wrong'd the Muses friend What hope Aurora to propitiate thee Unless the Muse sing my Apology O in that Morning of my shame when I Lay folded up in sleeps Captivity How at the sight didst thou draw back thine Eyes Into thy modest veyl how did'st thou rise Twice Dy'd in thine own Blushes and did'st run To draw the Curtains and awake the Sun Who rowzing his illustrious Tresses came An seeing the loath'd Object hid for shame His Head in thy fair Bosome and still hides Me from his Patronage I pray he chides And pointing to dull Morpheus bids me take My own Apollo try if I can make His Lethe be my Helicon and see If Morpheus have a Muse to wait on me Hence 't is my humble Fancy finds no wings No nimble Raptures starts to Heaven and brings Enthusiastick Flames such as can give Marrow to my plump Genius make it live Drest in the glorious Madness of a Muse Whose Feet can walk the Milky way and chuse Her Starry Throne whose Holy heats can warm The Grave and hold up an exalted Arm To lift me from my lazy Urne and climb Upon the stopped shoulders of old Time And trace Eternity But all is dead All these delicious hopes are buried In the deep wrinkles of his angry Brow Where Mercy cannot find them but O thou Bright Lady of the Morn pitty doth lye So warm in thy soft Brest it cannot dye Have Mercy then and when he next shall rise O meet the angry God invade his Eyes And stroak his radiant Cheeks one timelly kiss Will kill his Anger and revive my Bliss So to the Treasure of thy pearly Deaw Thrice will I pay three Tears to show how true My grief is so my wakeful lay shall knock At th' Oriental Gates and duly mock The early Larks shrill Orizons to be An Anthem at the Days Nativity And the same Rosie-finger'd hand of thine That shuts Nights dying Eyes shall open mine But thou saint God of sleep forget that I Was ever known to be thy votary No more my Pillow shall thine Altar be Nor will I offer any more to thee My self a melting-Sacrifice I 'm born Again a fresh Child of the Buxome Morn Heir of the Suns first Beams why threat'st thou so Why dost thou shake thy Leaden Scepter goe Bestow thy Poppy upon wakeful woe Sickness and Sorrow whose pale Lids ne'r know Thy Downy Finger dwell upon their Eyes Shut in their Tears shut out their Miseries Loves Horoscope LOve brave vertues younger Brother Erst hath made my Heart a Mother She consults the conscious Sphears To câ—…lculate her young Sons years She asks if sad or saving pow'rs Gave Omen to his Infant hours She asks each â—…tar that then stood by If poor Love shall live or dye Ah my heart is that the way Are these the Beams that rule thy Day Thou know'st a Face in whose each look Beauty lays ope Loves Fortune-Book On whose fair Revolutions wait The obsequious Motions of Loves Fate Ah my Heart her Eyes and she Have taught thee new Astrology How e'r Loves Native hours were set What ever Starry Synod met T is in the Mercy of her Eye If poor Love shall live or dye If those sharp Rays putting on Points of Death bid Love begone Though the Heavens in Council sate To crown an uncontrouled Fate Though their best Aspects twin'd upon The kindest Constellation Cast amorous glances on his Birth And whisper'd the confederate Earth To pave his Paths with all the good That warms the Bed of Youth and Blood Love ha's no plea against her Eye Beauty frowns and Love must dye But if her milder infltence move And guild the hopes of humble Love Though Heavens inauspicious Eye Lay black on Loves Nativity Though every Diamond in Joves Crown Fixt his forehead to a frown Her Eye a strong appeal can give Beauty smiles and Love shall live O if Love shall live O where But in her Eye or in her Ear In her Breast or in her Breath Shall I hide poor Love from Death For in the life ought else can give Love shall dye although he live Or if Love shall dye O where But in her Eye or in her Ear In her Breath or in her Brest Shall I build his Funeral Nest While Love shall thus entombed lye Love shall live although he dye Out of Virgil In the praise of the Spring ALL Trees all Leavy Groves confess the Spring Their gentlest Friend then then the Lands begin To swell with forward pride and seed desire To generation Heavens Almighty Sire Melts on the Bosome of his Love and powrs Himself into her Lap in fruitful showres And by a soft insinuation mixt With Earths large Masse doth cherish and assist Her weak Conceptions No loan shade but Rings With chatting Birds delicious murmurings Then Venus mild instinct at set times yields The Herds to kindly meetings then the Fields Quick with warm Zephires lively breath lay forth Their pregnant Bosomes in a fragrant Birth Each body 's plump and jucy all things full Of supple moisture no coy twig but will Trust his beloved Bosome to the Sun Grown lusty now No Vine so weak and young That fears the foul-mouth'd Auster or those storms That the South-west wind hurries in his Arms But hastes her forward Blossomes and lays out Freely lays out her Leaves nor do I doubt But when the World first out of Chaos sprang So smil'd the days and so the tenor ran Of their felicity A spring was there An everlasting spring the jolly year Led round in his great Circle no winds Breath As then did smell of Winter or of Death When life's sweet Light first shone on Beasts and when From their hard Mother Earth sprang hardy men When Beasts took up their Lodging in the Wood Stars in their higher Chambers never cou'd The tender growth of things endure the sence Of such a change but that the Heav'ns indulgence Kindly supplys sick Nature and doth mold A sweetly temper'd Mean nor hot nor cold With a Picture sent to a Friend I Paint so ill my Piece had need to be Painted again by some good Poesie I write so ill my slender Line is scarce So much as th' Picture of a well-Lim'd Verse Yet may the Love I send be true though I Send not true Picture nor true Poesie Both which away I should not need to fear My Love or Feign'd or Painted should appear In praise of Lessius his rule of Health GOe now with some daring Drugg Bâ—…it the disease and while they tug Thou to maintain their cruel strife Spend the dear Treasure of thy life Go take Physick doat upon Some big-nam'd Composition The Oraculous Doctors mistick Bills Certain hard Words made into Pills And what at length shalt get by these Onely a Costlyer disease Goe poor Man think what shall be Remedy against thy Remedy That which makes us have no need Of Physick that 's Physick indeed Hark hither Reader wouldst thou see
fallacy of fire That is a Seraphim they say And this the great Teresia Readers be rul'd by me and make Here a well-plac't and wise mistake You must transpose the picture quite And spell it wrong to read it right Read Him for Her and Her for Him And call the Saint the Seraphim Painter what didst thou understand To put her Dart into his hand See even the years and size of him Shows this the Mother Seraphim This is the Mistress flame and duteous he Her happy fire-works here comes down to see O most poor-spirited of men Had thy cold Pencil kist her Pen Thou couldst not so unkindly err To show us this faint shade for her Why Man this speaks pure mortal frame And mocks with female Frost Love's manly flame One would suspect thou meanst to print Some weak inferiour Woman Saint But had thy pale-fac't purple took Fire from the burning checks of that bright Book Thou wouldst on her have heapt up all That could be found Seraphical What e'r this youth of fire wears fair Rosie Fingers Radiant Hair Glowing Cheek and glistring Wings All those fair and flagrant things But before all that fiery Dart Had fill'd the Hand of this great Heart Do then as equal right requires Since his the blushes be and her 's the fires Resume and rectify thy rude design Undress thy Seraphim into Mine Redeem this injury of thy Art Give him the Vail give her the Dart. Give him the vail that he may cover The red Cheeks of a rivall'd Lover Asham'd that our worl'd now can show Nests of new Seraphims here below Give her the Dart for it is she Fair youth shoots both thy shaft and Thee Say all ye wise and well-pierc'd hearts That live and dy amidst her Darts What is 't your tastful spirits do prove In that rare life of her and Love Say and bear witness Sends she not A Seraphim at every shot What Magazins of immortal Arms there shine Heav'ns great Artillery in each'love-spun line Give then the Dart to her who gives the flame Give him the veil who gives the shame But if it be the frequent fate Of worst faults to be fortunate If all 's prescription and proud wrong Hearkens not to an humble song For all the gallantry of him Give me the suffring Seraphim His be the bravery of all those bright things The glowing Cheeks the glistering wings The Rosie hand the radiant Dart Leave her alone the Flaming Heart Leave her that and thou shalt leave her Not one loose shaft but Love's whole Quiver For in Love's Field was never found A Nobler weapon then a wound Love's Passives are his Activ'st part The wounded is the wounding heart O Heart the equal poise of Love 's both parts Big alike with Wounds and Darts Live in these conquering Leave 's Live all the same And walk through all Tongues one Triumphant flame Live here great Heart and love and dye and kill And bleed and wound and yield and conquer still Let this immortal Life where e'r it comes Walk in a croud of Loves and Martyrdomes Let mystick Deaths wait on 't and wise souls be The Love-slain witnesses of this life of thee O sweet incendiary shew here thy Art Upon this Carcass of a hard cold Heart Let all thy scatter'd shafts of Light that play Among the Leaves of thy large Books of day Combin'd against this Brest at once break in And take away from me my self and sin This Gracious Robbery shall thy bounty be And my best fortunes such fair spoils of me O thou undaunted Daughter of Desires By all thy Dow'r of Lights and Fires By all the Eagle in thee all the Dove By all thy Lives and Deaths of Love By thy large draughts of intellectual day And by thy thirsts of Love more large then they By all thy brim-fill'd Bowls of fierce desire By thy last mornings draught of liquid Fire By the full Kingdom of that final kiss That seiz'd thy parting Soul and seal'd thee his By all the Heav'ns thou hast in him Fair Sister of the Seraphim By all of Him we have in Thee Leave nothing of my Self in me Let me so read thy life that I Unto all life of mine may dy A Song LOrd when the sense of thy sweet Grace Sends up my Soul to seek thy Face Thy Blessed Eyes breed such desire I dye in Love's delicious Fire O Love I am thy Sacrifice Be still Triumphant Blessed Eyes Still shine on me fair Suns that I Still may behold though still I dye Second part Though still I dye I live again Still longing so to be still slain So gainful is such loss of breath I dye even in desire of death Still live in me this loving strife Of living Death and dying Life For while thou sweetly slayest me Dead to my self I live in thee To Mistrses M. R. Councel concerning her Choise DEar Heav'n-designed Soul Amongst the rest Of Suiters that besiege your Maiden brest Why may not I My fortune try And venture to speak one good word Not for my self alas but for my dearer Lord You 'ave seen already in this lower sphear Of Froth and Bubbles what to look for here Say gentle Soul what can you find But painted shapes Peacocks and Apes Illustrious Flies Guilded Dunghils Glorious Lyes Goodly surmises And deep disguises Oaths of Water Words of Wind Truth bids me say 't is time you cease to Trust Your Soul to any son of Dust. 'T is time you listen to a braver Love Which from above Calls you up higher And bids you come And choose your room Among his own fair sons of fire Where you among The Golden throng That watches at his Palace doors May pass along And follow those fair Stars of yours Stars much too fair and pure to wait upon The false smiles of a sublunary Sun Sweet let me Prophesie that at last 't will prove Your wary Love Lays up his purer and more precious vows And means them for a far more worthy Spouse Then this world of Lies can give you Ev'n for him with whom nor cost Nor love nor labour can be lost Him who never will deceive you Let not my Lord the Mighty Lover Of souls disdain that I discover The hidden Art Of his high stratagem to win your heart It was his Heav'nly Art Kindly to cross you In your mistaken Love That at the next remove Thence he might toss you And strike your troubled heart Home to himself to hide it in his Brest The bright ambrosial Nest Of Love of Life and everlasting Rest. Happy mistake That thus shall wake Your wise soul never to be won Now with a love below the Sun Your first choice fails O when you choose agen May it not be among the sons of men ALEXIAS The Complaint of the forsaken wife of Saint Alexis The First ELEGY I Late the Roman Youth 's lov'd praise and pride Whom long none could obtain though thousands try'd Lo here am left alas For my lost
winged Vowes Makes haste to meet her morning Spouse And close with his immortal kisses Happy Soul who never misses To improve that precious hour And every day Seize her sweet Prey All fresh and fragrant as he rises Dropping with a Balmy showr A delicious dew of Spices O let that happy Soul hold fast Her Heavenly Armful she shall taste At once ten thousand Paradises She shall have power To Rifle and Deflower The rich and roseal Spring of those rare sweets Which with a swelling Bosome there she meets Boundless and infinite bottomless Treasures Of pure inebriating pleasures Happy soul she shall discover What joy what bliss How many Heavens at once it is To have a God become her Lover On Mr G. Herbert's Book entituled The Temple of Sacred Poems sent to a Gentlewoman KNow you Fair on what you look Divinest Love lies in this Book Expecting Fire from your Eyes To kindle this his Sacrifice When your Hands unty these strings Think you 've an Angel by the wings One that gladly will be nigh To wait upon each morning sigh To flutter in the balmy Air Of your well perfumed Prayer These white Plumes of his Hee 'l lend you Which every day to Heaven will send you To take acquaintance of the Sphear And all the smooth-fac'd kindred there And though Herberts Name do owe These Devotions fairest know That while I lay them on the shrine Of your white Hand they are mine A Hymn to the Name and Honour of the Admirable Saint TERESA Foundress of the Reformation of the Discalced Carmelites both Men and Women a Woman for Angelical heighth of speculation for Masculine courage of performance more then a Woman who yet a Child out ran Maturity and durst plot a Martyrdom LOve thou art absolute sole Lord Of Life and Death To prove the Word â—…e need to go to none of all â—…hose thy old soldiers stout and tall â—…ipe and full grown that could reach down â—…ith strong Arms their Triumphant Crown â—…ch as could with lusty breath â—…eak loud unto the face of Death â—…eir great Lords glorious Name to none â—…f those whose large Brests built a Throne â—…r Love their Lord glorious and great â—…e'll see him take a private seat â—…nd make his Mansion in the milde â—…d milky Soul of a soft Child Scarce had she learnt to Lisp a name Of Martyr yet she thinks it shame Life should so long play with that Breath Which spent can buy so brave a Death 〈◊〉 never undertook to know â—…at Death with â—…ove should have to doe Nor hath she e'r yet understood Why to show Love she should shed Blood Yet though she cannot tell you why She can Love and she can Dye Scarce had she Blood enough to make A guilty Sword blush for her sake Yet has she a heart dares hope to prove How much less strong is Death then Love Be love but there let poor six years Be pos'd with the maturest Fears Man trembles at we straight shall find Love knows no nonage nor the Mind 'T is Love not Years or Limbs that can Make the Martyr or the Man Love toucht her Heart and loe it beats High and burns with such brave heats Such thirst to die as dare drink up A thousand cold Deaths in one Cup Good reason for she breaths all fire Her weak Brest heaves with strong desire Of what she may with fruitless wishes Seek for amongst her Mothers Kisses Since 't is not to be had at home She 'll travel to a Martyrdome No home for her confesses she But where she may a Martyr be She 'll to the Moors and Trade with them For this unvalued Diadem She offers them her dearest Breath With Christs name in 't in change for Death She 'll bargain with them and will give Them God and teach them how to live In him or if they this denie For him she 'll teach them how to die So shall she leave amongst them sown Her Lords Blood or at least her own Farewel then all the World adieu Teresa is no more for you Farewel all pleasures sports and joyes Never till now esteemed toyes Farewell whatever dear may be Mothers Arms or Fathers Knee Farewel House and Farewel Home She 's for the Moors and Martyrdome Sweet not so fast Loe thy fair Spouse Whom thou seek'st with so swift vows Calls thee back and bids thee come T' embrace a milder Martyrdome Blest pow'rs forbid thy tender life Should bleed upon a barbarous knife Or some base hand have power to rase Thy Brests chaste Cabinet and uncase A Soul kept there so sweet O no Wise Heaven will never have it so Thou art Love's victim and must dye A death more mystical and high Into Loves hand thou shalt let fall A still surviving Funeral He is the Dart must make the death Whose stroke wall taste thy hallowed Breath A Dart thrice dipt in that rich flame Which writes thy Spouses radiant name Upon the roof of Heaven where ay It shines and with a Soveraign ray Beats bright upon the burning faces Of souls which in that names sweet graces Find everlasting smiles so Rare So Spiritual Pure and Fair Must be the immortal instrument Upon whose choice point shall be spent A life so lov'd and that there be Fit Executioners for thee The fairest and the first-born Loves of fire Blest Seraphims shall leave their Quire And turn Loves soldiers upon thee To exercise their Archery O how oft shalt thou complain Of a sweet and subtile pain Of intollerable joyes Of a death in which who dies Loves his death and dies again And would for ever so be slain And lives and dies and knows not why To live but that he still may dye How kindly will thy gentle Heart Kisse the sweetly killing Dart And close in his Embraces keep Those delicious wounds that weep Balsome to heal themselves with thus When these thy Deaths so numerous Shall all at once dye into one And melt thy souls sweet Mansion Like a soft Lump of Incense hasted By too hot a fire and wasted Into perfuming Clouds So fast Shalt thou exhale to Heaven at last In a dissolving sigh and then O what ask not the Tongues of men Angels cannot tell suffice Thy self shalt feel thine own full joyes And hold them fast for ever there So soon as thou shalt first appear The Moon of Maiden Stars thy white Mistress attended by such bright Souls as thy shining self shall come And in her first ranks make thee room Where 'mongst her snowy Family Immortal welcomes wait on thee O what delight when she shall stand And teach thy Lips Heaven with her hand On which thou now may'st to thy wishes Heap up thy consecrated Kisses What joy shall seize thy Soul when she â—…ending her Blessed Eyes on thee Those second smiles of Heaven shall dart Her mild Rays through thy melting heart Angels thy old friends there shall greet thee Glad at their own home now to meet thee All thy good Works
glad Earth they tread on while with thee Those Beams that ampliate Mortality And teach it to expatiate and swell To Majestie and fulness deign to dwell Thou by thy self mayst sit Blest Isle and see How thy Great Mother Nature doats on thee Thee therefore from the rest apart she hurl'd And seem'd to make an Isle but made a World Great Charles thou sweet Dawn of a Glorious day Center of those thy Grandsires shall I say Henry and James or Mars and Phoebus rather If this were Wisdom's God that War 's stern Father 'T is but the same is said Henry and James Are Mars and Phoebus under divers Names O thou full mixture of those mighty souls Whose vast intelligences tun'd the Poles Of Peace and War thou for whose Manly Brow Both Laurels twine into one Wreath and wooe To be thy Garland see sweet Prince O see Thou and the lovely hopes that smile in thee Are ta'ne out and transscrib'd by thy Great Mother See see thy real shadow see thy Brother Thy little self in less read in these Eyne The Beams that dance in those full Stars of thine From the same snowy Alablaster Rock These hands and thine were hew'n these Cherrys mock The Coral of thy Lips Thou art of all This well-wrought Copy the fair Principal Justly Great Nature may'st thou brag and tell How ev'n th' ast drawn this faithful Parallel And matcht thy Master-peece O then go on Make such another sweet comparison See'st thou that Mary there O teach her Mother To shew her to her self in such another Fellow this wonder too nor let her shine Alone Light such another Star and twine Their Rosie Beams so that the Morn for one Venus may have a Constellation So have I seen to dress their Mistress May Two Silken sister Flowers consult and lay Their bashful Cheeks together newly they Peep't from their Buds shew'd like the Gardens Eyes Scarce wak't like was the Crimson of their joys Like were the Pearls they wept so like that one Seem'd but the others kind reflexion But stay what glimpse was that why blusht the day Why ran the started Air trembling away Who 's this that comes circled in Rays that scorn Acquaintance with the Sun what second Morn At Mid-day opes a presence which Heavens Eye Stands off and points at is 't some Deity Stept from her Throne of Stars deigns to be seen Is it some Deity or is 't our Queen 'T is she 't is she her awful Beauties chase The Days abashed Glories and in face Of Noon wear their own Sunshine O thou bright Mistriss of Wonders Cynthia's is the Night But thou at Noon dost shine and art all Day Nor does the Sun deny 't our Cynthia Illustrious sweetness in thy faithful Womb That Nest of Heroes all our hopes find room Thou art the Mother Phaenix and thy Breast Chaste as that Virgin Honour of the East But much more fruitful is nor does as she Deny to Mighty Love a Deity Then let the Eastern World brag and be proud Of one coy Phaenix while we have a brood A brood of Phenixes and still the Mother And may we long long may'st thou live t' encrease The House and Family of Phaenixes Nor may the Light thar gives their Eye-lids light E're prove the dismal Morning of thy Night Ne'r may a Birth of thine be bought so dear To mak his costly Cradle of thy Beer O mayst thou thus make all the year thine own And see such Names of joy sit white upon The brow every Moneth and when that 's done Mayest in a Son of his find every Son Repeated and that Son still in another And so in each Child often prove a Mother Long maist thou laden with such clusters lean Upon thy Royal Elme fair Vine and when The Heavens will stay no longer may thy Glory And Name dwell sweet in some Eternal story Pardon bright Excellence an untun'd String That in thy Ears thus keeps a murmuring O speak a lowly Muses pardon speak Her Pardon or her Sentence onely break Thy silence speak and she shall take from thence Numbers and Sweetness and an Influence Confessing thee or if too long I stay O speak thou and my Pipe hath nought to say For see Apollo all this while stands Mute Expecting by thy Voice to Tune his Lute But Gods are Gracious and their Altars make Pretious their offerings that their Altars take Give them this Rural Wreath Fire from thine Eyes This Rural Wreath dares be thy Sacrifice Upon Ford's Two Tragedies Love's Sacrifice and The Broken Heart THou cheat'st us Ford mak'st one seem two by Art What is Love's Sacrifice but the Broken Heart On a foul Morning being then to take a journey WHere are thou Sol while thus the blind-fold day Staggers out of the East loses her way Stumbling on Night Rouze thee Illustrious Youth And let no dull Mists choak the Lights fair growth Point here thy Beams O glance on yonder Flocks And make their Fleeces Golden as thy Locks Unfold thy fair Front and there shall appear Full Glory flaming in her own free Sphear Gladness shall cloath the Earth we will instile The face of things an universal Smile Say to the sullen Morn thou com'st to Court her And wilt demand proud Zephirus to sport her With wanton Gales his Balmy Breath shall lick The tender Drops which tremble on her Cheek Which rarified and in a gentle Rain On those delicious Banks distill'd again Shall rise in a sweet Harvest which discloses To every blushing Bed of new-born Roses He 'l fan her bright â—…ocks teaching them to flow And frisk in curl'd Maeandâ—…rs he will throw A fragrant Breath suckt from the Spicy Nest O' th' precious Phaenix warm upon her Brest He with a dainty and soft hand will Trim And brush her Azure Mantle which shall swim In silken Volumes wheresoe'r she 'll tread Bright Clouds like Golden Fleeces shall be spread Rise then fair blew-ey'd Maid rise and discover Thy silver Brow and meet thy Golden Lover See how he runs with what a hasty flight Into thy Bosome bath'd with Liquid Light Fly fly prophane Fogs farr hence fly away Taint not the pure streams of the springing day With your dull influence it is for you To sit and scoul upon Nights heavy Brow Not on the fresh Cheeks of the Virgin Morn Where nought but smiles and ruddy joys are worn Fly then and do not think with her to stay Let it suffice she 'l wear no Mask to day Upon the fair Ethiopian sent to a Gentlewoman LO here the fair Chariclia in whom strove So false a Fortune and so true a Love Now after all her Toils by Sea and Land O may she but arrive at your white hand Her Hopes are Crown'd onely she fears that than She shall appear true Ethiopian On Marriage I Would be Married but I 'de have no Wife I would be Married to a single Life To the Morning Satisfaction for Sleep WHat succor can I hope the Muse will
Cough now no business here Out of Italian A Song TO thy Lover Deer discover That sweet blush of thine that shameth When those Roses It discloses All the Flowers that Nature nameth In free Air Flow thy Hair That no more Summers best dresses Be beholden For their Golden Locks to Phoebus Flaming Tresses O deliver Love his Quiver From thy Eyes he shoots his Arrows Where Apollo Cannot follow Featherd with his Mothers Sparrows O envy not That we dye not Those deer Lips whose Door encloses All the Graccs In their places Brother Pearls and Sister Roses From these Treasures Of ripe pleasures One bright smile to cleer the weather Earth and Heaven Thus made even Both will be good friends together The Air does 〈◊〉 thee Winds cling to thee Might a Word once fly from out thee Storm and Thunder Would fit under And keep silence round about Thee But if Natures Common Creatures So dear Glories dare not borrow Yet thy Beauty Owes a Duty To my loving lingring sorrow When to end me Death shall send me All his Terrors to affright me Thine Eyes Graces Guild their Faces And those Terrors shall delight me When my dying Life is flying Those sweet Airs that often slew me Shall revive me Or reprive me And to many Deaths renew me Out of the Italian LOve now no Fire hath left him We two betwixt us have divided it Your Eyes the Light hath reft him The Heat commanding in my Heart doth sit O! that poor Love be not for ever spoiled Let my Heat to your Light be reconciled So shall these Flames whose worth Now all obsoured lies Drest in those Beams start forth And dance before your Eyes Or else partake my Flames I care not whither And so in mutual Names O Love burn both together Out of the Italian WOuld any one the true cause find How Love came nak't a Boy and blind 'T is this listning one day too long To th' Syrens in my Mistress Song The extasie of a delight So much o'r-mastring all his might To that one Sense made all else thrall And so he lost his Clothes Eyes Heart and all On the Frontispiece of Isaacsons Chronologie explained IF with distinctive Eye and Mind you look Upon the Front you see more then one Book Creation is Gods Book wherein he writ Each Creature as a Letter filling it History is Creations Book which shows To what effects the Series of it goes Chronologie's the Book of History and bears The just account of Days of Moneths and Years But Resurrection in a Later Press And New Edition is the summe of these The Language of these Books had all been one Had not th' Aspiring Tow'r of Babylon Confus'd the Tongues and in a distance hurl'd As far the Speech as men o' th' new fill'd World Set then your Eyes in Method and behold Times Embleme Saturn who when store of Gold Coyn'd the first Age Devour'd that Birth he fear'd Till History Times eldest Child appear'd And Phaenix-like in spight of Saturns rage Forc'd from her Ashes Heires in every Age. From th' Rising Sun obtaining by just Suit A Springs Ingender and an Autumns Fruit. Who in those Volumes at her motion pen'd Unto Creations Alpha doth extend Again Ascend and view Chronology By Optick skill pulling far History Neerer whose Hand the piercing Eagles Eye Strengthens to bring remotest Objects nigh Under whose Feet you see the Setting Sun From the dark Gnomon o'r her Volumes run Drown'd in Eternal Night never to rise Till Resurrection show it to the Eyes Of Earth-worn men and her shril Trumpets sound Affright the Bones of Mortals from the ground The Columnes both are crown'd with either Sphere To show Chronology and History bear No other Culmen then the double Art Astronomy Geography impart Or Thus. LEt hoary Time's vast Bowels be the Grave To what his Bowels Birth and Being gave Let Nature die and Phaenix like from death Revived Nature take a second Breath If on Times right hand sit fair Historie If from the seed of empty Ruine she Can raise so fair an Harvest let her be Ne'r so far distant yet Chronology Sharp-sighted as the Eagles Eye that can Out-stare the broad-beam'd Days Meridian Will have a Perspicil to find her out And through the Night of error and dark doubt Discern the Dawn of Truth 's eternal Ray As when the Rosie Morn buds into Day Now that Time's Empire might be amply fill'd Babels bold Artists strive below to build Ruine a Temple on whose fruitful fall History rears her Pyramids more tall Then were th' Aegyptian by the life these give Th' Egyptian Pyramids themselves must live On these she lifts the World and on their base Shews the two Terms and Limits of Time's Race That the Creation is the Judgement this That the Worlds Morning this her Midnight is An Epitaph upon Mr. Ashton a Conformable Citizen THe modest front of this small floor Beleeve me Reader can say more Then many a braver Marble can Here lies a truly honest man One whose Conscience was a thing That troubled neither Church nor King One of those few that in this Town Honour all Preachers hear their own Sermons he heard yet not so many As left no time to practise any He heard them reverendly and then His practice preach'd them o'r agen His Parlour-Sermons rather were Those to the Eye then to the Ear. His Prayers took their price and strength Not from the loudness nor the length He was a Protestant at home Not onely in despight of Rome He lov'd his Father yet his Zeal Tore not off his Mothers Veil To th' Church he did allow her Dress True Beauty to true Holiness Peace which he lov'd in life did lend Her hand to bring him to his end When Age and Death call'd for the score No surfets were to reckon for Death tore not therefore but fans strife Gently untwin'd his thread of Life What remains then but that Thou Write these Lines Reader in thy Brow And by his fair Examples light Burn in thy imitation bright So while these Lines can but bequeath A Life perhaps unto his Death His better Epitaph shall be His Life still kept alive in Thee Out of Catullus COme and let us Live my Dear Let us Love and never Fear What the sowrest Fathers say Brightest Sol that dyes to day Lives again as blith to morrow But if we dark Sons of sorrow Set O then how long a Night Shuts the Eyes of our short Light Then let amorous Kisses dwell On our Lips begin and tell A Thousand and a Hundred score An Hundred and a Thousand more Till another Thousand smother That and that wipe of another Thus at last when we have numbred Many a Thousand many a Hundred We 'l confound the reckoning quite And lose our selves in wild delight While our joyes so multiply As shall mock the envious Eye Wishes to his supposed Mistress WHo e're she be That not impossible she That shall Command my Heart and me
Where e're she lye Lock't up from mortal Eye In shady Leaves of Destiny Till that ripe Birth Of studied Fate stand forth And teach her fair steps to our Earth Till that Divine Idaea take a shrine Of Chrystal flesh through which to shine Meet you her my wishes Bespeak her to my blisses And be ye call d my absent kisses I wish her Beauty That ows not all its Duty To gaudy Tire or glistring shoo-ty Something more than Taffata or Tissew can Or rampant Feather or rich Fan. More then the spoil Of shop or silkworms Toil Or a bought Blush or a set smile A Face that 's best By its own Beauty drest And can alone command the rest A Face made up Out of no other shop Then what Natures white hand sets ope A Cheek where Youth And Blood with Pen of Truth Write what the Reader sweetly ruâ—…th A Cheek where grows More then a Morning Rose Which to no Box his Being owes Lips where all day A Lovers Kiss may play Yet carry nothing thence away Looks that oppress Their richest Tires but dresse And cloath their simplest Nakedness Eyes that displaces The Neighbour Diamond and out-faces That Sun-shine by their own sweet Graces Tresses that wear Jewels but to declare How much themselves more precious are Whose native Ray Can tame the wanton Day Of Gems that in their bright shades play Each Ruby there Or Pearl that dare appear Be its own blush be its own Tear A well-tam'd Heart For whose more Noble smart Love may be long choosing a Dart. Eyes that bestow Full Quivers on Loves Bow Yet pay less Arrows then they owe. Smiles that can warm The Blood yet teach a Charm That Chastity shall take no harm Blushes that bin The burnish of no sin Nor Flames of ought too hot within Joys that confess Vertue their Mistresse And have no other Head to dress Fears fond and flight As the coy Brides when Night First does the longing Lover right Tears quickly fled And vain as those are shed For a dying Maidenhead Days that need borrow No part of their good Morrow From a fore spent night of sorrow Says that in spight â—…f Darkness by the Light â—…f a cleer mind are Day all Night â—…ights sweet as they â—…ade short by Lovers play â—…et long by th' absence of the Day â—…ife that dares send 〈◊〉 challenge to his end â—…nd when it comes say Welcome Friend â—…ydneian showers Of sweet discourse whose pow'rs â—…an Crown old Winters head with Flow'rs â—…oft silken Hours Open Sunnes shady Bow'rs â—…ove all Nothing within that low'rs What e'r Delight â—…an make Days forehead bright Or give Down to the Wings of Night â—…n her whole frame Have Nature all the Name â—…rt and Ornament the shame Her flattery â—…icture and Poesie Her Counsel her own Vertue be 〈◊〉 wish her store Of worth may leave her poor Of wishes and I wish no more Now if Time knows That her whose radiant Brows Weave them a Garland of my vows Her whose just Bayes My future hopes can raise A Trophy to her present praise Her that dares be What these Lines wish to see I seek no further it is she 'T is she and here Lo I uncloath and clear My wishes cloudy Character May she enjoy it Whose Merit dare apply it But Modesty dares still deny it Such Worth as this is Shall fixe my flying wishes And determine them to kisses Let her full Glory My Fancies fly before ye â—…e ye my fictions but her story In Picturam Reverendissimi Episcopi D. Andrews HAec charta monstrat Fama quem monstrat magis Sed ipsa nec dum fama quem monstrat satis Ille ille totam solus implevit Tubam Tot ora solus domuit famam quoque Fecit modestam mentis igneae pater Agilique radio Lucis aeternae vigil Per alta rerum pondera indomito Vagus Cucurrit Animo quippe naturam ferox Exhausit ipsam mille Foetus Artibus Et mille Linguis ipse se in gentes procul Variavit omnes fuitque toti simul Cognatus orbi sic sacrum solidum jubar Saturumque coelo pectus ad patrios Libens Porrexit ignes hac eum Lector vides Haec ecce charta O utinam audires quoque Epitaphim in Dominnm Herrisium SIste te paulum viator ubi Longum Sisti Necesse erit huc nempe properare te scias quocunque properas Morâ—… praetium erit Et Lachrymae Si jacere hic scias Gulielmum Splendidae Herrisiorum familiae Splendorem maximum Quem cum talem vixisse intellexeris Et vixisse tantum Discas licet In quant as spes possit Assurgere mortalitas De quantis cadere Quem Infantem Essexia Juvenem Catabrigia Vidit Senem ah infelix utraque Quod non vidit Qui Collegii Christi Alumnus Aulae Pembrokianae socius Utrique ingens amoris certamen fuit Donec Dulciss Lites elusit Deus Eumque caelestis Collegii Cujus semper Alumnus fuit socium fecit Qui ipse Collegium fuit In quo Musae omnes gratiae Nullibi magis sorores Sub praeside religione In tenacissimum sodalitium coaluere Quem Oratoria Poetica Utraque Christianum Oratorem Poetam Philosophum Omnes Agnovere Qui Fide Spe Charitate Humilitate Mundum Coelum Proximum Seipsum Superavit Cujus Sub verna fronte senilis animus Sub morum facilitate severitas virtutis Sub plurima indole pauci anni Sub majore modestia maxima indoles adeo se occuluerunt ut vitam ejus Pulchram dixeris pudicam dissimulationem Imo vero mortem Ecce enim in ipso funere Dissimulare se passus est Sub tantillo marmore tantum hospitem Eo nimirum majore monumento quo minore tumulo Eo ipso die occubuit quo Ecclesia Anglicana ad vesperas legit Raptus est ne malitia mutaret intellectum ejus Scilicet Id Octobris Anno S. 1631. Principi recèns natae omen maternae indolis CRefce O dulcibus imputanda Divis O cresce propera Puella Princeps In matris propera venire partes Et cum par breve fulminum minorum Illinc Carolus Jacobus inde In patris faciles subire famam Ducent fata furoribus decoris Cum terror sacer Anglicique magnum Murmur nominis increpabit omnem Late Bosporon Ottomanicasque Non picto quatiet tremore Lunas Te tunc altera nec timenda paci Poscent praelia Tu potens pudici Vibratrix oculi pios in hostes Late dulcia fata dissipabis O cum slos tener ille qui recenti Pressus sidere jam sub ora ludit Olim fortior omne cuspidatos Evolvet latus aureum per ignes Quique imbellis adhuc adultus olim Puris expatiabitur genarum Campis imperiosor Cupido O quam certa superbiore penna Ibunt spicula melleaeque mortes Exultantibus hinc inde turmis Quoque jusser is impigre volabunt O quot corda calentium deorum De te
triumphi Et satis ah nostri causa doloris erat Causa doloris erat Carolus sospes licet esset Anglia quod saltem discere posset Abest Et satis est nostri Carolus nunc causa triumphi Dicere quod saltem possumus Ille redit Ad Principem nondum natum NAscere nunc O nunc quid enim puer alme moraris Nulla tibi dederit dulcior hora diem Ergone tot tardos O lente morabere menses Rex redit Ipse veni dic bone Gratus ades Nam quid Ave nostrum quid nostri verba triumphi Vagitu melius dixeris ista tuo At maneas tamen nobis nova causa triumphi Sic demum fueris nec nova causa tamen Nam quoties Carolo novus aut nova nascitur infans Revera toties Carolus ipse redit CARMEN DEO NOSTRO Te Decet HYMNUS SACRED POEMS COLLECTED CORRECTED AUGMENTED Most Humbly PRESENTED TO MY LADY THE COUNTESSE OF DENBIGH By her Most devoted Servant RICH. CRASHAW In hearty acknowledgement of his immortal Obligation to her Goodness and Charity CRASHAWE THE ANAGRAM HE WAS CAR. WAs Car then Crashaw or was Crashaw Car Since both within one name combined are Yes Car's Crashaw he Car 't is Love alone Which melts two hearts of both composing one So Crashaw's still the same so much desired By strongest Wits so honor'd so admired Car Was but He that enter'd as a friend With whom he shar'd his thoughts and did commend While yet he liv'd this Work they lov'd each other Sweet Crashaw was his friend he Crashaws Brother So Car hath Title then 't was his intent That what his Riches pen'd poor Car should Print Nor fears he check praising that happy one Who was belov'd by all disprais'd by none To wit being pleas'd with all things he pleas'd all Nor would he give nor take offence befal What Might he would possess himself and live As dead devoid of interest t' all might give Disease t' his well composed mind forestall'd With Heavenly Riches which had wholly call'd His thoughts from Earth to live above in th' Air A very Bird of Paradise No care Had he of earthly trash What might suffice To fit his soul to Heavenly exercise Sufficed him and may we guess his hart By what his Lips bring forth his onely part Is God and Godly thoughts Leaves doubt to none But that to whom one God is all all 's one What he might eat or wear he took no thought His needful food he rather found then sought He seeks no Downs no Sheets his Bed's still made If he can find a Chair or Stool he 's laid When day peeps in he quits his restless rest And still poor soul before he 's up he 's drest Thus dying did he live yet liv'd to dye In th' Virgins Lap to whom he did ayply His Virgin thoughts and words and thence was styl'd By foes the Chaplain of the Virgin mild While yet he liv'd without his Modesty Imparted this to some and they to me Live happy then dear soul injoy thy rest Eternally by pains thou purchasedst While Car must live in Care who was thy friend Nor cares he how he live so in the end He may injoy his dearest Lord and thee And sit and sing more skilful songs Eternally THOMAS CAR. TO THE Noblest and best of LADIES THE COUNTESSE OF DENBIGH Perswading her to Resolution in Religion and to render her self without further delay ino the Communion of the Catholick Church WHat Heaven-intreated Heart is this Stands trembling at the Gate of Bliss Holds fast the door yet dares not venture Fairly to open it and enter Whose Definition is a doubt 'Twixt Life and Death 'twixt in and out Say lingring fair why comes the birth Of your brave Soul so slowly forth Plead your pretences O you strong In weakness why you choose so long In labor of your self to lie Nor daring quite to live nor die Ah linger not lov'd Soul a slow And late consent was a long no Who grants at last long time try'd And did his best to have deny'd What Magick bolts what Mystick Barrs Maintain the Will in these strange Warrs What fatal what fantastick Bands Keep the free Heart from its own Hands So when the year takes cold we see Poor Waters their own Prisoners be Fetter'd and lock d up fast they ly In a sad self-captiâ—…ity Th' astonisht Nymphs their floods strange fate deplore To see themselves their own severer shore Thou that alone canst thaw this cold And fetch the Heart from its strong Hold Almighty Love end this long War And of a Meteor make a Star O fix this fair Indefinite And mongst thy shafts of Soveraign light Choose out that sure decisive Dart Which has the Key of this close Heart Knows all the corners of 't and can controul The self-shut Cabinet of an unsearcht soul. O let it be at last Love s hour Raise this tall Trophee of thy Pow'r Come once the conquering way not to confute But kill this Rebel-word Irresolute That so in spight of all this peevish strength Of weakness she may write Resolv'd at Length Unfold at length unfold fair Flow'r And use the season of Love's show'r Meet his well-meaning wounds wise Heart And haste to drink the wholsome Dart That Healing shaft which Heav'n till now Has in Loves Quiver hid for you O Dart of Love Arrow of Light O happy you if it hit right It must not fall in vain it must Not mark the dry regardless dust Fair one it is your Fate and brings Eternal Words upon its Wings Meet it with wide-spread Arms and see It 's seat your soul 's just center be Disband dull fears give faith the day To save your life kill your delay It is Loves Siege and sure to be Your triumph though his Victory 'T is cowardise that keeps this Field And want of Courage not to yield Yield then O yield that Love may win The Fort at last and let Life in Yield quickly lest perhaps you prove Death's prey before the prize of Love This Fort of your fair self if 't be not won He is repulst indeed but you 'r undone To the Name above every Name the Name of JESUS 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 and supernatural Blood The name of all our Lives and Loves Hearken and help ye Holy Doves The high-born Brood of Day you bright Candidates of blissful Light The Heirs Elect of Love whose Names belong Unto the everlasting life of Song All ye wise souls who in the wealthy Brest Of this unbounded Name build your warm Nest. Awake my Glory Soul if such thou be And that fair Word at all refer to thee Awake and Sing And be all Wing Bring hither thy whole Self and let me see What of thy Parent Heav'n yet speaks in Thee O thou art Poor Of Noble Pow'rs I see And full of
a Pathetical descant upon the devout Plainsong of Stabat Mater dolorosa 1. IN shade of Deaths sad Tree Stood doleful she Ah she now by no other Name to be known alas but Sorrow's Mother Before her Eyes Her 's and the whole World's joyes Hanging all torn she sees and in his woes And Pains her pangs and throes Each wound of his from every part All more at home in her own heart 2. What kind of Marble than Is that cold man Who can look on and see Nor keep such Noble sorrows company Sure even from you My Flints some drops are due To see so many unkind swords contest So fast for one soft Brest While with a faithful mutual floud Her Eyes bleed Tears his wounds weep blood 3. O costly intercourse Of deaths and worse Divided Loves while Son and Mother Discourse alternate wounds to one another Quick Deaths that grow And gather as they come and go His Nails write swords in her which soon her heart Pays back with more then their own smart Her swords still growing with his pain Turn Spears and straight come home again 4. She sees her Son her God Bow with a load Of borrow'd sins and swim In woes that were not made for him Ah hard Command Of Love Here must she stand Charg'd to look on and with a stedfast Eye See her life dye Leaving her only so much Breath As serves to keep alive her death 5. O Mother Turtle-dove Soft sourse of Love That these dry Lids might borrow Somthing from thy full seas of Sorrow O in that Brest Of thine the noblest Nest Both of Love's Fires and Flouds might I recline This hard cold Heart of mine The chil lump would relent and prove Soft Subject for the siege of Love 6. O teach those wounds to bleed In me me so to read This Book of Loves thus writ In lines of death my life may copy it With Loyal cares O let me here claim shares Yield something in thy sad prerogative Great Queen of griefs and give Me to my Tears who though all stone Think much that thou shouldst mourn alone 7. Yea let my life and me Fix here with thee And at the Humble Foot Of this fair Tree take our Eternal Root That so we may At least be in Loves way And in these chaste wars while the wing'd wounds flee So fast 'twixt him and thee My Brest may catch the kiss of some kind Dart Though as at second hand from either Heart 8. O you your own best Darts Dear doleful hearts Hail and strike home and make me see That wounded bosomes their own weapons be Come Wounds come Darts Nail'd hands and pierced hearts Come your whole selves Sorrow's great Son and Mother Nor grudge a younger Brother Of grief 's his portion who had all their due One single wound should not have left for you 9. Shall I set there So deep a share Dear wounds and onely now In sorrows draw no dividend with you O be more wife If not more soft mine Eyes Flow tardy Founts and into decent showrs Dissolve my Days and Hours And if thou yet faint soul defer To bleed with him fail not to weep with her 10. Rich Queen lend some relief At least an alms of Grief To ' a heart who by sad right of sin Could prove the whole sum too sure due to him By all those stings Of Love sweet bitter things Which these torn hands transcrib'd on thy true Heart O teach mine too the Art To study him so till we mix Wounds and become one Crucifix 11. O let me suck the Wine So long of this chaste Vine Till drunk of the dear wounds I be A lost thing to the World as it to me O faithful friend Of me and of my end Fold up my life in Love and lay 't beneath My dear Lord's vital death Lo heart thy hopes whole Plea her precious breath Powr'd out in Prayers for thee thy Lord 's in death The Hymn of St. Thomas in Adoration of the Blessed Sacrament WIth all the pow'rs my poor Heart hath Of humble Love and Loyal Faith Thus low my hidden life I bow to thee Whom too much Love hath bow'd more low for me Down down proud sense discourses dye Keep close my soul 's inquiring Eye Nor touch nor taste must look for more But each sit still in his own door Your Ports are all superfluous here Save that which lets in Faith the Ear. Faith is my skill Faith can believe As fast as Love new Laws can give Faith is my force Faith strength affords To keep pace with those pow'rful words And words more sure more sweet then they Love could not think truth could not say O let thy wretch find that relief Thou didst afford the faithful Thief Plead for me Love Alledge and show That Faith has farther here to go And less to lean on because than Though hid as God wounds writ thee Man Thomas might touch none but might see At least the suffring side of thee And that too was thy self which thee did cover But here ev n that 's hid too which hides the other Sweet consider then that I Though allow'd not Hand nor Eye To teach at thy lov'd Face nor can Taste thee God or touch thee Man Both yet believe and witness thee My Lord too and my God as loud as he Help Lord my Hope increase And till my portion in thy peace Give Love for Life nor let my days Grow but in new pow'rs to name thy Praise O dear memorial of that Death Which lives still and allows us Breath Rich Royal Food Bountiful Bread Whose use denies us to the Dead Whose vital gust alone can give The same leave both to Eat and Live Live ever Bread of Loves and be My Life my Soul my surer self to me O soft self-wounding Pelican Whose Brest weeps Balm for wounded Man Ah this way bend thy benign Houd To a bleeding Heart that gâ—…spes for Blood That Blood whose least drops soveraign be To wash my Worlds of sine from me Come Love Come Lord and that long day For which I languish come away When this dry soul those Eyes shall see And drink the unseal'd sourse of thee When Glory 's Sun Faith's shade shall chase Then for thy veil give me thy Face Amen Thè Hymn for the Blessed Sacrament Lauda Sion Salvatorem 1. RIse Royal Sion rise and sing Thy Soul 's kind Shepheard thy Hearts King Stretch all thy powers call if you can Harps of Heav'n to hands of man This Soveraign subject sits above The best ambition of thy Love 2. Lo the Bread of Life this day 's Triumphant Text. provokes thy praise The living and life-giving Bread To the Great Twelve distributed When Life himself at point to dy Of Love was his own Legacy 3. Come Love and let us work a Song Loud and pleasant sweet and long Let Lips and Hearts lift high the noise Of so just and solemn joys Which on his white brows this
the storm that mocks Your selves you are the Rocks Of your own doubt Besides this fear of danger there 's no danger here And he that here fears Danger does deserve his Fear On the blessed Virgins bashfulness THat on her Lap she casts her humble Eye 'T is the sweet pride of her Humility The fair Star is well fixt for where O where Could she have fixt it on a fairer Sphear 'T is Heav'n 't is Heav'n she sees Heav'ns God there lies She can see Heaven and ne'r lift up her Eyes This new Guest to her Eyes new Laws hath given 'T was once look up 'T is now look down to Heaven Upon Lazarus his Tears RIch Lazarus richer in those Gems thy Tears Then Dives in the Robes he wears He scorns them now but O they 'l sute full well With th' Purple he must wear in Hell Two went up into the Temple to Pray TWo went to pray O rather say One went to brag th' other to pray One stands up close and treads on high Where th' other dares not lend his Eye One neerer to Gods Altar trod The other to the Altar's God Upon the Asse that bore our Saviour HAth onely Anger an Omnipotence In Eloquence Within the Lips of Love and Joy doth dwell No Miracle Why else had Balaams Asseâ—…a Tongue to chide His Masters Pride And thou Heaven-burthen'd Beast hast ne'r a word To praise thy Lord That he should find a Tongue and vocal Thunder Was a great wonder But O me-thinks 't is a far greater one That thou find'st none Matt. 8. I am not worthy that thou should'st come under my Roof THy God was making haste into thy Roof Thy humble Faith and Fear keeps him aloof He 'l be thy Guest because he may not be He 'l come into thy house no into thee Upon the Powder-day HOw fit our well-rank'd Feasts do follow All mischief comes after All-Hallow I am the Door ANd now th' art set wide ope the Spear's sad Art Lo hath unlockt thee at the very Heart He to himself I fear the worst And his own hope Hath shut these Doors of Heaven that durst Thus set them ope Matt. 10. The Blind Cured by the word of our Saviour THou speak'st the Word thy Word 's a Law Thou Spak'st and streight the blind man saw To speak and make the Blind man See Was never man Lord spake like Thee To speak thus was to speak say I Not to his Ear but to his Eye Matthew 27. And he answered them nothing O Mighty Nothing unto thee Nothing we owe all things that be God spake once when he all things made He sav'd All when he Nothing said The World was made of Nothing then 'T is made by Nothing now again To our Lord upon the Water made Wine THou Water turn'st to Wine fair Friend of Life Thy Foe to cross the sweet Arts of thy Reign Distils from thence the Tears of Wrath and Strife And so turns Wine to Water back again Matthew 22. Neither durst any man from that Day ask him any more Questions MIdst all the dark and knotty Snares Black Wit or Malice can or dares Thy Glorious Wisdom breaks the Nets And treads with uncontrouled steps Thy quel'd Foes are not only now Thy Triumphs but thy Trophies too They both at once thy Conquests be And thy Conquests Memory Stony Amazement makes them stand Waiting on thy Victorious hand Like Statues fixed to the Fame Of thy renown and their own shame As if they only meant to breath To be the Life of their own Death 'T was time to hold their Peace when they Had ne'r another word to say Yet is their silence unto thee The full sound of thy Victory Their silence speaks aloud and is Thy well pronounc'd Panegyris While they speak nothing they speak all Their share in thy Memorial While they speak nothing they proclaim Thee with the shrillest Trump of Fame To hold their peace is all the ways These Wretches have to speak thy Praise Upon our Saviours Tomb wherein never man was laid HOw Life and Death in Thee Agree Thou had'st a Virgin Womb And Tomb. A Joseph did betroth Them both It is better to go into Heaven with one Eye c. ONe Eye a Thousand rather and a Thousand more To fix those full-fac't Glories O he 's poor Of Eyes that has but Argus store Yet if thou l't fill one poor Eye with thy Heaven and Thee O grant sweet Goodness that one Eye may be All and every whit of me Luke 11. Upon the dumb Devil cast out and the slanderous Jews put to silence TWo Devils at one blow thou hast laid flat A Speaking Devil this a Dumb one that Wa' st thy full Victories fairer increase That th' one spake or that thâ—… other held his peace Luk. 10. And a certain Priest comming that way looked on him and passed by Why dost thou wound my wounds O thou that passest by Handling turning them with an unwounded eye The calm that cools thine eye does shipwrack mine for O! Unmov'd to see one wretched is to make him so Luk. 11. Blessed be the Paps which Thou hast sucked SUppose he had been Tabled at thy Teats Thy Hunger feels not what he Eats He 'l have his Teat e'r long a bloody one The Mother then must suck the Son To Pontius washing his Blood-stained hands IS Murther no sin or a sin so cheap That thou need'st heap A Rape upon 't till thy Adult'rous touch Taught her these sulled Cheeks this blubber'd Face â—…he was a Nimph the Meadows knew none such Of honest Parentage of unstain'd Race The Daughter of a fair and well-fam'd Fountain As ever Silver tipt the side of shady Mountain See how she weeps and weeps that she appears Nothing but Tears Each drop's a Tear that weeps for her own wast Hark how at every touch she does complain her Hark how she bids her frighted Drops make haste And with sad Murmurs chides the hands that stain her Leave leave for shame or else Good judge decree What water shal wash this when this hath washed thee Matthew 23. Ye build the Sepulchres of the Prophets THou trim'st a Prophet's Tomb and dost bequeath The Life thou took'st from him unto his Death Vain Man the stones that on his Tomb do lie Keep but the score of them that made him die Upon the Infant Martyrs TO see both blended in one Flood The Mothers Milk the Childrens Blood Makes me doubt if Heaven will gather Roses hence or Lillies rather Joh. 16. Verily I say unto you ye shall weep and lament WElcome my Grief my Joy how dear's â—…o me my Legacy of Tears I 'll weep and weep and will therefore Weep 'cause I can weep no more Thou thou Dear Lord even thou alone Giv'st joy even when thou givest none Joh. 15. Upon our Lords last comfortable Discourse with his Disciples ALl Hybla's Honey all that sweetness can Flows in thy Song O fair O dying Swan Yet is the joy I take
presence and our future now Crashaw Faith's Sister Nurse of fair desire Fears Antidote a wise and well stay'd fire Temper'd 'twixt cold despair and torrid joy Queen Regent in young Loves Minority Though the vext Chymick vainly chases His fugiâ—…ve Gold through all her faces And loves more sierce more fruitless fires assay One Face more fugitive then all they True Hope 's a glorious Huntress and her chase The God of Nature in the Field of Grace THE DELIGHTS OF THE MUSES OR Other Poems written on several occasions By RICHARD CRASHAVV Mart. Dic mihi quid melius desidiosus agas THE DELIGHTS OF THE MUSES Musick 's Duel NOw Westward Sol had spent the richest Beams Of Noons high Glory when hard by the streams Of Tiber on the Scene of a green Plat Under protection of an Oak there sate A sweet Lutes-Master in whose gentle Airs He lost the Days heat and his own hot cares Close in the covert of the Leaves there stood A Nightingale come from the Neighbouring Wood The sweet Inhabitant of each glad Tree Their Muse their Syren harmless Syren she There stood she listning and did entertain The Musick 's soft report and mold the same In her own Murmures that what ever mood His curious fingers lent her voice made good The man perceiv'd his Rival and her Art Dispos'd to give the Light-foot Lady sport Awakes his Lute and 'gainst the Fight to come Informs it in a sweet Praeludium Of closer strains and e'r the War begin He lightly skirmishes on every string Charg'd with a flying touch and streight way she Carves out her dainty voice as readily Into a thousand sweet distinguish'd 〈◊〉 ones And reckons up in soft divisions Quick Volumes of wild Notes to let him know By that shrill Taste she could do something too His nimble hands instinct then taught each string A cap'ring cheâ—…rfulness and made them sing To their own dance now negligently râ—…sh He throws his Arm and with a long drawn dash Blends all together then distinctly trips From this to that then quick returning skips And snatches this again and pauses there She measures every Measure every where Meets Art with Art sometimes as if in doubt Not perfect yet and fearing to be out Trails her plain Ditty in one long spun Note Through the sleâ—…k passage of her open Throat A clear unwrinkled song then doth she point it With tender Accents and severely joynt it By short dimunitives that being rear'd In controverting warbles evenly shar'd With her sweet self she wrangles he amaz'd That from so small a Channel should be rais'd The Torrent of a voice whose melody Could melt into such sweet variety Strains higher yet that tickled with rare Art The â—…atling strings each breathing in his part Most kindly do fall out the grumbling Base â—…n surly Groans disdains the Trebles Grace The high-perch't Treble chirps at this and chides Until his Finger Moderatour hides And closes the sweet quarrel rousing all Hoarse shrill at once as when the Trumpets call Hot Mars to th' Harvest of Deaths Field and woo Mens hearts into their hands this Lesson too She gives him back her supple Brest thrills out Sharp Airs and staggers in a warbling doubt Of dallying sweetness hovers o'r her skill And folds in wav'd Notes with a trembling Bill The plyant Series of her slippery Song Then starts she suddenly into a Throng Of short thick sobs whose thundring Volleys float And roul themselves over her Lubrick Throat â—…n panting Murmurs still'd out of her Breast That ever-bubling Spring the sugred Nest Of her delicious soul that there does lye Bathing in streams of liquid Melodie Musicks best Seed-plot when in ripen'd Airs A Golden-headed Harvest fairly rears His Honey-dropping tops plow'd by her Breath Which there reciprocally laboureth In that sweet soyl it seems a Holy Quire Founded to th' Name of great Apollo's Lyre Whose Silver-roof rings with the sprightly Notes Of sweet-Lip'd Angel-â—…mps that swill their Throats In Cream of morning Helicon and then Preferr soft Anthems to the Ears of Men To woo them from their Beds still murmuring That Men can sleep while they their Mattens sing Most Divine Service whose so early lay Prevents the Eye-lids of the blushing day There might you hear her kindle her soft voice In the close murmur of a sparkling noise And lay the ground-work of her hopeful song Still keeping in the forward Stream so long Till a sweet whirlwind striving to get out Heaves her soft Bosome wanders round about And makes a pretty Earthquake in her Brest Till the fledg'd Notes at length forsake their Nest Fluttering in wanton shoals and to the Sky Wing'd with their own wild Eccho's pratling fly She opes the Floodgate and le ts loose a Tide Of streaming Sweetness which in State doth ride On the wav'd back of every swelling strain Rising and falling in a pompous Train And while she thus discharges a shrill Peal Of flashing Airs she qualifies their Zeal With the cool Epode of a graver Noat Thus high thus low as if her Silver Throat Would reach the Brazen voice of Wars hoarse Bird Her little soul is ravisht and so pour'd Into loose extasies that she is plac't Above her self Musicks Enthusiast Shame now and Anger mixt a double stain In the Musitians face yet once again Mistress I come now reach a strain my Lute Above her mock or be for ever mute Or Tune a Song of victory to me Or to thy self sing thine own Obsequie So said his hands sprightly as Fire he flings And with a quavering coyness tasts the strings The sweet-Lip'd Sisters Musically frighted Singing their fears are fearfully delighted Trembling as when Apollo's Golden Hairs Are fan'd and frizâ—…d in the wanton Airs Of his own Breath which married to his lyre Doth Tune the Sphears and make Heavens self look higher From this to that from that to this he flies Feels Musicks pulse in all her Arteries Caught in a Net which there Apollo spreads His Fingers struggle with the vocal Threads Following those little Rills he sinks into A Sea of Helicon his Hand does go Those parts of sweetness which with Nectar drop Softer then that which pants in Hebe's Cup The humourous strings expound his Learned touch By various Glosses now they seem to grutch And murmure in a buzzing dinne then gingle In shrill-tongu'd Accents striving to be single Every smooth turn every delicious stroke Gives life to some new Grace thus doth h'invoke Sweetness by all her Names thus bravely thus Fraught with a Fury so harmonious The Lutes light Genius now does proudly rise Heav'd on the surges of swoln Rapsodies Whose flourish Meteor like doth curle the Air With flash of high-born Fancies here and there Dancing in lofty measures and anon Creeps on the soft touch of a tender tone Whose trembling Murmurs melting in wilde Airs Runs to and fro complaining his sweet Cares Because those precious mysteries that dwell â—…n Musick 's ravish't soul he dare not tell But whisper to
morning And reinthron'd thee in thy Rosy Nest With blush of thine own blood thy day adorning It was the wit of Love oreflow'd the bounds Of Wrath and made the way through all these wounds Welcome Dear All-Adored Name For sure there is no Knee That knows not thee Or if there be such Sons of shame Alas what will they do When stubborn Rocks shall bow And Hills hang down their Heav'n-saluting Heads To seek for humble Beds Of Dust where in the bashful shades of night Next to their own low Nothing they may lye And couch before the dazeling light of thy dread Majesty They that by Love's mild dictate now Will not adore the Shall then with just Confusion bow And break before thee In the Glorious Epiphany of our Lord God a Hymn sung as by the Three Kings 1. KING BRight Babe whose awful Beauties make The morn incurr a sweet mistake 2. For whom th' officious Heav'ns devise To disinherit the Suns Rise 3. Delicately to displace The Day and plant it fairer in thy Face 1. O thou born King of Loves 2. Of Lights 3 Of Joys Cho. Look up Sweet Babe look up and see For love of thee Thus far 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 Darkness made of too much Day 3 Becken'd from far By thy fair Star Lo at last have found our way Cho. To Thee thou Day of Night thou East of West Lo we at last have found the way To thee the Worlds great Universal East The general and indifferent day 1 All-circling point All-centring sphere The World 's One Round Eternal year 2 Whose full and all-unwrinkled face Nor sinks nor swells with time or place 3 But every where and every while Is one consistent solid smile 1 Not vext and tost 2. 'Twixt Spring and Frost 3 Nor by alternate shreds of Light Sordidly shifting hands with Shades and Night Cho. O little all in thy embrace The World lies warm and 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 Sphere 1 To thee to thee From him we flee 2 From him whom by a more illustrious lye The blindness of the World did call the Eye 3 To him who by these mortal Clouds hast made Thy Self our Sun though thine own Shade 2 Farewel the World 's false Light Farewel the white Egypt a long farewel to thee Bright Idol black Idolatry The dire face of inferiour darkness kist And courted in the pompous Mask of a more specious Mist. 2 Farwell farewell The proud and misplac't Gates of Hell Perch't in the morning's way And double-guilded as the doors of Day The deep Hypocrisie of Death and Night More desperately dark because more bright 3 Welcome the World 's sure way Heav'ns wholsome Ray. Cho. Welcome to us and we Sweet to our selves in thee 1 The deathless Heir of all thy Fathers day 2 Decently born Embosom'd in a much more Rosie Morn The Blushes of thy all-unblemish't Mother 3 No more that other Aurora shall set ope Her Ruby Casements or hereafter hope From mortal Eyes To meet Religious welcomes at her Rise Cho. We pretious ones in you have won A gentler Morn a juster Sun 1 His superficial Beams Sun-burn't our skin 2 But left within 3 The night and Winter still of Death and Sin Cho. Thy softer yet more certain Darts Spare our Eyes but pierce our Hearts 1 Therefore with his proud Persian spoils 2 We court thy more concerning smiles 3 Therefore with his disgrace We guild the humble Cheek of this chast place Cho. And at thy Feet pour forth his Face 1 The doating Nations now no more Shall any day but thine adore 2 Nor much less shall they leave these Eyes For cheap Egyptian Deities 3 In whatsoe'r more Sacred shape Of Ram He-Goat or Reverend Ape Those beauteous ravishers opprest so sore The too-hard-tempted Nations 1 Never more By wanton Heyfer shall be worn 2 A Garland or a guilded Horn. The Altar-stall'd Ox fat Osyris now With his fair Sister Cow 3 Shall kick the Clouds no more but lean and tame Cho. See his horn'd Face and 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 Heav'n as if it were The poor World's Fault that he is fair 3 Nor with perverse Loves and Religious Rapes Revenge thy Bounties 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 compel Heav'n it self to find them Hell 2 And by strange wit of madness wrest From this World's East the other's West 3 All-Idolizing worms that thus could crowd And urge 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 he avier shade The shamfac't Lamp hung down his head For that one Eclipse he made Then all those he suffered 1 For this he lookt so big and every morn With a red face confest this scorn Or hiding his vext cheeks in a hir'd mist Kept them from being so unkindly kist 2 It was for this the day did rise So oft with blubber'd Eyes For this the Evening wept and we ne'r knew But call'd it Dew 3 This daily wrong Silenc't the morning Sons and dampt their song Cho. Nor was 't our deafness but our sins that thus Long made th' Harmonious orbs all mute to us 2 Time has a day in store When this so proudly poor And self-oppressed spark that has so long By the love-sick World been made Not so much their Sun as Shade Weary of this Glorious wrong From them and from himself shall flee For shelter to the shadow of thy Tree Cho. Proud to have gain'd this precious loss And chang'd his false Crown for thy Cross. 2 That dark day's clear doom shall define Whose is the Master Fire which Sun would shine That sable iudgement-seat shall by new laws Decide and settle the Great cause Of controverted light Cho. And natur's wrongs rejoyce to do 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 press his own pale Lips With an elaborate Love-eclipse To which the low world's Laws Shall lend no cause Cho. Save those domestick which he borrows From our sins and his own sorrows 1 Three sad hours sackcloth then shall show to us His pennance as our fault conspicuous 2 And he more needfully and nobly prove The Nation 's terror now then erst their love 3 Their hated loves chang'd into wholsom fears Cho. The shutting of his Eye shall open theirs 2 As by a fair-ey'd fallacy of day Mis-led before they lost their way So shall
bright day Shall hence for ever bear away 4. Lo the new Law of a new Lord With a new Lamb blesses the Board The aged Pascha pleads not years But spies Love's dawn and disappears Types yield to Truths shades shrink away And their Night dyes into out Day 5. But lest that dy too we are bid Ever to do what he once did And by a mindful mystick breath That we may live revive his Death With a well-blest Bread and Wine Transum'd and taught to turn Divine 6. The Heav'n-instructed house of Faith Here a Holy Dictate hath That they but lend their Form and Face Themselves with reverence leave their place Nature and Name to be made good By a Nobler Bread more needful Blood 7. Where Nature's Laws no leave will give Bold Faith takes heart and dares believe In different species name not things Himself to me my Saviour brings As Meat in that as Drink in this But still in both one Christ he is 8. The receiving Mouth here makes Nor wound nor breach in what he takes Let one or one Thousand be Here Dividers single he Bears home no less all they no more Nor leave they both less then before 9. Though in it self this Soveraign Feast Be all the same to every Guest Yet on the same life-meaning Bread The child of death eats himself dead Nor is 't Love's fault but Sins dire skill That thus from Life can Death distil 10. When the blest signs thou broke shal't see Hold but thy Faith intire as he Who howsoe'r clad cannot come Lesse then whole Christ in every crumme In broken forms a stable Faith Untouch't her precious Total hath 11. Lo the Life-food of Angels then Bow'd to the lowly mouths of men The Childrens Bread the Bridegroom's Wine Not to be cast to Dogs or Swine 12. Lo the full final Sacrifice On which all Figures fix't their Eyes The ransom'd Isack and his Ram The Manna and the Paschal Lamb. 13. Jesu Master Just and true Our Food and faithful Shepherd too O by thy self vouchsafe to keep As with thy self thou feedst thy sheep 14. O let that Love which thus makes thee Mix with our low Mortality Lift our lean Souls and let us up Convictors of thine own full cup. Coheirs of Saints that so all may Drink the same Wine and the same Way Nor change the Pasture but the Place To seed of Thee in thine own Face Amen The HYMN Dies irae dies illa In Meditation of the day of Judgment 1. HEars't thou my soul what serious things Both the Psalm and Sybil sings Of a sure Judge from whose sharp Ray The World in Flames shall fly away 2. O that fire before whose face Heav'n and Earth shall find no place O these Eyes whose angry light Must be the day of that dread Night 3. O that trump whose blast shall run An Even round with th' circling Sun And urge the murmuring graves to bring Pale mankind forth to meet his King 4. Horror of Nature Hell and Death When a deep groan from beneath Shall cry we come we come and all The Caves of Night answer one call 5. O that Book whose Leaves so bright Will set the World in severe Light O that Judge whose Hand whose Eye None can indure yet none can fly 6. Ah then poor Soul what wilt thou say And to what Patron chuse to pray When Stars themselves shall stagger and The most firm Foot no more then stand 7. But thou giv'st leave dread Lord that we Take shelter from thy self in Thee And with the wings of thine own Dove Fly to thy Scepter of soft Love 8. Dear remember in that day Who was the cause thou cam'st this way Thy sheep was stray'd and thou wouldst be Even lost thy self in seeking me 9. Shall all that labour all that cost Of Love and ev'n that loss be lost And this lov'd soul judg'd worth no less Then all that way and weariness 10. Just Mercy then thy reck'ning be With my price and not with me 'T was paid at first with too much pain To be paid twice or once in vain 11. Mercy my Judge Mercy I cry With blushing Cheek and bleeding Eye The conscious Colours of my sin Are Red without and pale within 12. O let thine own soft Bowells pay Thy self and so discharge that day If sin can sigh Love can forgive O say the word my Soul shall live 13. Those Mercies which thy Mary found Or who thy Cross confest and Crown'd Hope tells my heart the same Loves be Still alive and still for me 14. Though both my Pray'rs and Tears combine Both worthless are for they are mine But thou thy bounteous self still be And show thou art by saving me 15. O when thy last frown shall proclaim The flocks of goats to folds of flame And all thy lost sheep found shall be Let come ye Blessod then call me 16. When the dread Ite shall divide Those Limbs of death from thy left side Let those Life-speaking Lips command That I inherit thy right hand 17. O hear a suppliant heart all crush't And crumbled into contrite dust My hope my fear my Judge my Friend Take charge of me and of my end The HYMN O Gloriosa Domina HAil most High most humble one Above the World below thy Son Whose blush the Moon beauteously marres And stains the timerous light of Stars 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 boundless Hospitality The Feast of all things feeds on thee The first Eve Mother of our Fall E'r she bore any one slew all Of her unkind gift might we have The inheritance of a hasty Grave Quick buried in the wanton Tomb Of one forbidden bit Had not a better Fruit forbidden it Had not thy healthful womb The Worlds new Eastern window been And given us Heav'n again in giving him Thine was the Rosy Dawn that sprung the Day Which renders all the Stars she stole away Let then the aged World be wise and all Prove Nobly here unnatural 'T is gratitude to forget that other And call the Maiden Eve their Mother Ye redeem'd Nations far and Near Applaud your happy selves in her All you to whom this Love belongs And keep 't alive with lasting songs Let Hearts and Lips speak loud and say Hail door of Life and sourse of Day The Door was shut the Fountain seal'd Yet Light was seen and Life reveal'd The Fountain seal'd yet Life found way Glory to thee great Virgin 's son In bosom of thy Fathers bliss The same to thee sweet Spirit be done As ever shall be was and is Amen The Flaming Heart upon the Book and Picture of the Seraphical Saint Teresa as she is usually expressed with a Seraphim beside her WEll meaning Readers you that come as friends And catch the precious name this piece pretends Make not too much haste t' admire That fair-cheek't
mate T' embrace my Tears and kiss an unkind Fate Sure in my early woe Stars were at strife And try'd to make a Widow e'r a Wife Nor can I tell and this new Tears doth breed In what strange path my Lord 's fair footsteps bleed O knew I where he wander'd I should see Some solace in my sorrow's certainty I 'd send my woes in words should weep for me Who knows how powrful well-writ pray'rs would be Sending's too slow a word my self would fly Who knows my own heart's woes so well as I But how shall I steal hence Alexis thou Ah thou thy self alas has taught me how Love too that leads thee would lend thee the wings To bear me harmless through the hardest things And where Love lends the wing and leads the way What dangers can there be dare say me nay If I be shipwrackâ—…t Love shall teach to swim If drown'd sweet is the death indur'd for him The noted sea shall change his name with me I 'mongst the blest Stars a new name shall be And sure where Lovers make their watry Graves The weeping Mariner will augment the waves For who so hard but passing by that way Will take acquaintance of my woes and say Here 't was the Roman Maid found a hard fate While through the world she sought her wandring Mate Here perisht she poor heart Heav'ns be my vows As true to me as she was to her Spouse O live so rare a love live and in thee The too frail life of femal constancy Farewel and shine fair soul shine there above Firm in thy Crown as here fast in thy Love There thy lost fugitive thou hast found at last Be happy and for ever hold him fast The Second ELEGY THough all the Joys I had fled hence with thee Unkind yet are my Tears still true to me I 'm wedded o'r again since thou art gone Nor couldst thou cruel leave me quite alone Alexis's Widdow now is sorrow's wife With him shall I weep out my weary life Welcome my sad sweet Mate Now have I got At last a constant Love that leaves me not Firm he as thou art false nor need my crys Thus vex the Earth and tear the Skies For him alas ne'r shall I need to be Troublesome to the World thus as for thee For thee I talk to Trees with silent Groves Expostulate my woes and much-wrong'd loves Hills and relentless Rocks or if there be Things that in hardness more allude to thee To these I talk in Tears and tell my pain And answer too for them in Tears again How oft have I wept out the weary Sun My watry hour-Glass hath old time out-run O I am Learned grown poor Love and I Have studied over all Astrology I 'm perfect in Heav'ns state with every Star My skilful grief is grown familiar Rise fairest of those fires what e'r thou be Whose Rosie beam shall point my Sun to me Such as the Sacred Light that er'st did bring The Eastern Princes to their infant King O rise pure Lamp and lend thy Golden ray That wary Love at last may find his way The Third ELEGY RIch churlish Land that hid'st so long in thee My Treasures rich alas by robbing me Needs must my Miseries owe that man a spite Who e'r he be was the first wandring Knight O had he ne'r been at that cruel cost Nature's Virginity had ne'r been lost Seas had not been rebuk't by saucy Oars But lain lock't up safe in their sacred shores Men had not spurn'd at Mountains nor made wars With Rocks nor bold hands struck the World's strong bars Nor lost in too large bounds our little Rome Full sweetly with it self had dwelt at home My poor Alexis then in peaceful life Had under some low roof lov'd his plain wife But now ah me from where he has no foes He flies and into wilful exile goes Cruel return or tell the reason why Thy dearest Parents have deserv'd to dye And I what is my crime I cannot tell Unless it be a crime t' have lov'd too well If Heats of Holier Love and high Desire Make big thy fair Brest with immortal Fire What needs my virgin Lord fly thus from me Who only wish his virgin Wife to be Witness chaste Heav'ns no happier vows I know Then to a virgin Grave untouch't to goe Love's truest knot by Venus is not ty'd Nor do embraces only make a Bride The Queen of Angels and men chaste as you Was Maiden-Wife and Maiden-Mother too Cecilia Glory of her Name and Blood With happy gain her Maiden vows made good The lusty Bridegroom made appoach young man Take heed said she take heed Valerian My bosome Guard a Spirit great and strong Stands arm'd to shield me from all wanton wrong My Chastity is Sacred and my Sleep Wakeful her dear vows undefil'd to keep Pallas bears Arms forsooth and should there be No fortress built for true Virginity No gapâ—… Gorgon this none like the rest Of your learn'd Lyes here you 'l find no such jest I 'm yours O were my God my Christ so too I 'd know no name of Love on Earth but you He yields and straight Baptiz'd obtains the Grace To gaze on the fair souldier 's Glorious face Both mixt at last their Blood in one rich Bed Of Rosie Martydome twice Married O burn our Hymen bright in such high Flame Thy Torch terrestrial Love has here no name How sweet the mutual yoke of Man and Wife When Holy fires maintain Love's Heav'nly life But I so help me Heav'n my hopes to see When Thousands sought my Love lov'd none but Thee Still as their vain Tears my firm vows did try Alexis he alone is mine said I Half true alas half false proves that poor Line Alexis is alone but is not mine Description of a Religious House and condition of Life Out of BARCLAY NO roofs of Gold o'r riotous Tables shining Whole Days and Suns devour'd with endless Dining No Sails of Tyrian Silk proud pavements sweeping Nor ivory couches costlyer slumbers keeping False Lights of flâ—…iring Gemms tumultuous joys Halls full of flattering Men and frisking Boys Whate'r false shows of short and slippery good Mix the mad sons of Men in mutual blood But Walks and unshorn Woods and Souls just so Unforc't and genuine but not shady tho Our Lodgings hard and homely as our Fare That Chaste and Cheap as the few Clothes we wear Those course and negligent as the natural Locks Of these loose Groves rough as th' unpolisht Rocks A hasty portion of prescribed sleep Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep And Sing and Sigh and Work and Sleep again Still rowling a round Sphear of still-returning pain Hands full of hearty labours do much that more they may And work for work not wages let to morrows New drops wash off the sweat of this days sorrows A long and daily dying-life which breaths A respiration of reviving deaths But neither are there those ignoble stings That nip the bosome
they by the seasonable fright Of an unseasonable 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 blindness now shall be Their black but faithful perspective of thee 3 His new prodigious night Their new and admirable light The supernatural Dawn of thy pure day While wondring they The happy converts now of him Whom they compell'd before to be their sin Shall henceforth see To kiss him only as their rod Whom they so long courted as God Cho. And their best use of him they worship't be To learn of him at lest to worship thee 2 It was their Weakness woo'd his Beauty But it shall be Their wisdom now as well as duty T' injoy his Blot and as a large black Letter Use it to spel thy Beauties Better And make the night it self their torch 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 guess invade And catch thy quick reflex and sharply see On this dark Ground To descant thee 3 O price of the rich Spirit with that fierce chase Of this strong Soul shall he Leap at thy lofty Face And seize the swift flash in rebound From this obsequious Cloud Once call'd a Sun Till dearly thus undone Cho. Till thus triumphantly tam'd O ye two Twin-Suns and taught now to negotiate you 1 Thus shall that reverend Child of light 2 By being Scholar first of that new night Come forth Great Master of the mistick day 3 And teach obscure Mankind a more close way By the frugal negative Light Of a most wise and well-abused Night To read more legible thine original Ray Cho. And make our darkness serve thy day Maintaining 'twixt thy World and ours A commerce of contrary pow'rs A mutual Trade 'Twixt Sun and Shade By confederate Black and White Borrowing Day and lending Night 1 Thus we who when with all the Noble powr's That at thy cost are call'd not vainly ours We vow to make brave way Upwards and press on for the pure intelligential prey 2 At lest to play The amorous spies And peep and proffer at thy sparkling Throne 3 Instead of bringing in the blissful Prize And fastning on thine Eyes Forfeit our own And nothing gain But more ambitious loss at lest of brain Cho. Now by abased Lids shall learn to be Eagles and shut our Eyes that we may see The Close Therefore to thee and thine auspicious ray Dread sweet lo thus At lest by us The delegated Eye of Day Does first his Scepter then himself in solemn Tribute pay Thus he undresses His sacred unshorn Tresses At thy adored Feet thus he lays down 1 His gorgeous tire Of Flame and 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 days light how far He is from Sun enough to make thy Star His best ambition now is but to be Somthing a brighter shadow Sweet of thee Or on Heav'ns azure forehead high to stand Thy Golden Index with a duteous Hand Pointing us home to our own Sun The World's and his Hyperion To the Queen's Majesty on Twelfth-day MADAM 'Mongst those long rows of Crowns that guild your Race These Royal 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 Babes bright face the purpling Bud And Rosy dawn of the right Royal Blood Fair first-fruits of the Lamb sure Kings in this They took a Kingdom while they gave a kiss But the World's Homage scarce in these well blown We read in you Rare Queen ripe and full grown For from this day 's rich seed of Diadems Does rise a radiant crop of Royal stems A Golden Harvest of Crown'd heads that meet And crowd for kisses from the Lambs white feet In this illustrious throng your lofty floud Swels high fair confluence of all highborn Bloud With your bright head whose groves of Scepters bend Their wealthy tops and for these feet contend So swore the Lambs dread Sire and so we see 't Crowns and the Heads they kiss must court these Feet Fix here fair Majesty may your heart ne'r miss To reap new Crowns and Kingdoms from that kiss Nor may we miss the joy 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 Devotion duly brings Three Kingdoms to supply this days three Kings The Office of the Holy Cross For the hour of Matins The Versicle Lord by thy sweet and saving Sign The Responsory Defend us from our Foes and Thine Ver. Thou shalt open my Lips O Lord. Res. And my mouth shall declare thy praise Ver. O God make speed to save me Res. O Lord make haste to help me Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Ghost As it was in the beginning is now and ever shall be world without end Amen THE HYMN THe wakeful Matines haste to sing The unknown sorrows of our King The Father's Word and Wisdome made Man for Man by Man's betraid The world's price set to sale and by the bold Merchants of Death and Sin is bought and sold Of his best Friends yea of himself forsaken By his worst foes because he would besieg'd and taken The Antiphon 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 Responsor 'Cause by the Covenant of thy Cross Thou hast sav'd at once the whole World's loss The Prayer O My Lord Jesu Christ Son of the living God! interpose I pray thee thine own pretious death thy Cross and Passion betwixt my Soul and thy Judgement now and in the hour of my death And vouchsafe to grant me thy Grace and Mercy to the living and dead remission and rest to thy Church peace and concord to us sinners life and glory everlasting Who livest and reignest with the Father in the Unity of the Holy Ghost one God world without end Amen For the hour of Prime The Versicle Lord by thy sweet and saving Sign The Responsor Defend us from our foes and thine Ver. Thou shalt open my Lips O Lord. Res. And my mouth shall declare thy praise Ver. O God make speed to save me Res. O Lord make haste to help me Glory be to c. As it was in c. THE HYMN THe early Prime blushes to say She could not rise so soon as they Call'd Pilate up to try if he Could lend them any Cruelty Their Hands with lashes arm'd their Tongues with lyes And loathsome Spittle blot those beauteous Eyes The blissful springs of Joy from whose
all-chearing ray The fair Stars fill their wakeful fires the Sun himself drinks day The Antiphon Victorious Sign That now dost shine Transcrib'd above Into the Land of Light and Love O let us twine Our Roots with thine That we may rise Upon thy Wings and reach the Skies The Versicle Lo we adore thee Dread Lamb and fall Thus low before thee The Responsor 'Cause by the Covenant of thy Cross Thou hast sav'd at once the whole world's loss The Prayer O My Lord Jesu Christ Son of the living God! interpose I pray thee thine own pretious death thy Cross and Passion betwixt my Soul and thy Judgement now and in the hour of my death And vouchsafe to grant me thy Grace and Mercy to the living and dead remission and rest to thy Church peace and concord to us sinners life and glory everlasting Who livest and reignest with the Father in the unity of the Holy Ghost one God world without end Amen The Third The Versicle Lord by thy sweet and saving Sign The Responsor Defend us from our foes and thine Ver. Thou shalt open my Lips O Lord Res. And my mouth shall declare thy praise Ver. O God make speed to save me Res. O â—…ord make haste to help me Ver. Glory be to c. Res. As it was in the c. THE HYMN THe Third hour's deafen'd with the cry Of Crucify him Crucify So goes the vote nor ask them why Live Barabbas and let God dy But there is wit in wrath and they will try A Hall more cruel then their Crucify For while in sport he wears a spiteful Crown The serious show'rs along his decent Face run sadly down The Antiphon Christ when he dy'd Deceiv'd the Cross And on Death's side Threw all the loss The captive World awak't and found The Prisoner loose the Jaylor bound The Versicle Lo we adore thee Dread Lamb and fall Thus low before thee Tht Responsor 'Cause by the Covenant of thy Cross Thou hast sav'd at once the whole World's loss The Prayer O My Lord Jesu Christ Son of the living God! interpose I pray thee thine own precious death thy Cross and Passion betwixt my Soul and thy Judgement now and in the hour of my death And vouchsafe to grant me thy Grace and Mercy to the living and dead remission and rest to thy Church peace and concord to us sinners life and glory everlasting Who livest and reignest with the Father in the unity of the Holy Ghost one God world without end Amen The SIXTH The Versicle Lord by thy sweet and saving Sign The Responsor Defend us from our foes and thine Ver. Thou shalt open my lips O Lord Res. And my mouth shall declare thy praise Ver. O God make speed to save me Res. O Lord make haste to help me Ver. Glory be to c Res. As it was in c. The HYMN NOw is the Noon of sorrow's night High in his patience as their spight Lo the faint Lamb with weary Limb Bears that huge Tree which must bear him That fatal Plant so great of Fame For fruit of sorrow and of shame Shall swell with both for him and mix All woes into one Crucifix Is tortur'd Thirst it self too sweet a cup Gall and more bitter mocks shall make it up Are Nails blunt Pens of superficial smart Contempt and scorn can send sure wounds to search the inmost Heart The Antiphon O dear and sweet dispute 'Twixt death's and Love's far different Fruit Different as far As Antidotes and Poisons are By that first fatal Tree Both Life and Liberty Were sold and slain By this they both look up and live again The Versicle Lo we adore thee Dread Lamb and bow thus low before thee The Responsor 'Cause by the covenant of thy Cross. Thou hast sav'd the World from certain loss The Prayer O My Lord Jesu Christ son of the living God! interpose I pray thee thine own precious death thy Cross and Passion betwixt my soul and thy judgement now and in the hour of my death And vouchsafe to grant me thy grace and mercy to the living and dead remission and rest to thy church peace and concord to us sinners life and glory everlasting Who livest and reignest with the Father in the unity of the Holy Ghost one God world without end Amen The NINTH The Versicle Lord by thy sweet and saving Sign The Responsor Defend us from our foes and thine Ver. Thou shalt open my lips O Lord Res. And my mouth shall declare thy praise Ver. O God make speed to save me Res. O Lord make haste to help me Glory be to c. As it was in c. The HYMN THe Ninth with awful horror hark'ned to those groans Which taught attention even to Rocks and Stones Hear Father hear thy Lamb at last complains Of some more painful thing then all his pains Then bows his all-obedient head and dies His own Lov 's and our sin 's great Sacrifice The Sun saw that and would have seen no more The Center shook her useless veil th' inglorious Temple tore The Antiphon O strange mysterious strife Of open death and hidden life When on the cross my King did bleed Life seem'd to die Death dy'd indeed The Versicle Lo we adore thee Dread Lamb and fall thus low before thee The Responsor 'Cause by the covenant of thy Cross Thou hast sav'd at once the whole world's loss The Prayer O my Lord Jesu Christ son of the living God! interpose I pray thee thine own pretious death thy Cross â—…d Passion betwixt my soul and thy judgement now and in the hour of my death and vouchsafe to grant me thy grace and mercy to the living and dead remission and rest to thy Church peace and concord to us sinners life and glory everlasting who livest and reignest with the Father in the unity of the Holy Ghost one God world without end Amen Even-Song The Versicle Lord by thy sweet and saving Sign The Responsor Defend us from our foes and thine Ver. Thou shalt open my Lips O Lord Res. And my mouth shall declare thy praise Ver. O God make speed to save me Res. O Lord make haste to help me Ver. Gâ—…ory be to c. Res. As it was in c. The HYMN BUt there were Rocks would not relent at this Lo for their own hearts they rend His Their deadly hate lives still and hath A wild reserve of wanton wrath Superfluous Spear but there 's a Heart stands by Will look no wounds be lost no death shall dy Gather now thy grief 's ripe fruit Great Mother-maid Then sit thee down and sing thy Ev'n-song in the sad Trees shade The Antiphon O sad sweet Tree Woful and joyful we Both weep and sing in shade of thee When the dear Nails did lock And graft into thy gracious Stock The hope the health The worth the wealth Of all the ransom'd World thou hadst the power In that propitious hour To poise each precious Limb