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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A31477	The innocent lady, or, The illustrious innocence being an excellent true history, and of modern times carried with handsome conceptions all along / written originally in French by the learned Father de Ceriziers of the Company of Jesus ; and now rendered into English by Sir William Lower, Knight.; Innocence reconnuë	Cerisiers, René de, 1609-1662.; Lower, William, Sir, 1600?-1662.	1654 (1654)	Wing C1679; ESTC R37539	69,822	175

sacred part of a Saint The miseries and languishments had not so consumed her body that there was not yet some remains of that former beautie which had made him to adore it this pierced the heart of the Palatine for having persecuted vertue in so fair a body So soon as the extasie and ravishment gave him the liberty to breath the first word he uttered was this Where is then my poore Infant Genevieva where is the miserable son of a father who hath been more unfortunate than wicked Then the Princesse who knew the true regret of her Husband and saw in his tears the image of his soul willing to render peace to his spirit used some of these sweet words with which she was wont to caresse him formerly My Lord blot out of your mind the remembrance of my miseries and of your error seeing we have no other power upon things pass'd but oblivion let us adde nothing to our evils through our disability to cure them God hath not reserved us hitherto but to enjoy the fruits of his mercy let us not refuse that which he presents unto us For me who seem to have the greatest interest in this I pardon with all my heart those who procured me evil and much more willingly those who have not done it me but by surprise Think not that I retain any resentment against you if you have hated a malefactresse I have never been the subject of your hate You have failed your fault is so much the more pardonable unto you as it hath been profitable unto me live satisfied then Genevieva lives and your son also Surely Sifroy had need of a great force to moderate so great a joy but this vertue was yet more necessary when he saw his little Benoni who brought his two hands full of roots to his mother I am no more able to represent the contentment of this father than a great painter who vailed the grief of of him who could not see a sacrifice to be made of his daughter Fancy to your self all the contentments that a father could have and say assuredly that Sifroy enjoyed them all how many sweet tears shed he in his bosome how many kisses imprinted he upon his mouth and upon his checks how many embraces and accolades think you that he gave him Love loseth nothing we need not doubt but he rendered him then all that which he owed him these seven years But what is become of all our Hunters Sifroy blew his Horn and called them all the wood resounded with his voice at last three or four of those that knew it betook themselves instantly to the place from whence it came O God what astonishment seised not their spirits to find their Master in this conjuncture to see a little child hanging on his neck a woman by his side and a hind amongst his dogs without any quarrell What admiration when they knew it was that Lady which they had so much lamented The Palm separated from her male withers and languishes insomuch that one would take it for a dry tree but so soon as she can embrace with her boughs him whom she seems to love her branches take a vigour which visibly makes them grow young again Genevieva who amongst the troubles of her sorrow and the necessities of her poverty had had time enough to lose her beauty took again so much grace at the sight of her dear Sifroy that resembling something that which she had been the servants had not much labour to know her They could not chuse but give tears to this first joy some were readily sent to the Castle to seek a Litter and cloths others giving all what they could of theirs to cloath the Countesse followed softly It was not without displeasure that Genevieva quitted so pleasing an abode at least he● words witnessed some regret Adiew said this good Princesse adiew sacred Grott who hast hid so long time my sorrows adiew trees who have defended me from the Sunne adiew amiable Brook which hast served me often with Nectar adiew little Birds who have kept me so good company adiew sweet animals who have been unto me so many servants mayest thou never serve for a retreat to thieves my dear grot Let not the heat of the Sun scorch these boughes let the venome of the serpents never empoison these waters let not birdlime nor gins deceive these birds nor the hunters ever hurt these innocent beasts One might say without much fixion that all the creatures witnessed the displeasure of this departure The den became more dark the water seemed to murmure more loud and run more swiftly then ordinary The Zephires sighed thereat and the Birds accompanied her even at the going forth of the wood denoting by the beating of their wings and the tone of their languishing songs the displeasure of this separation there was none but the Hinde which was without regret because she followed the Countess without ever moving from her Having gone a mile those who were sent to the Castle returned accompanied withall the Domesticks who could not say one sole word to their good Mistresse so absolutely had joy possessed them As they approached the house two fishermen advanced towards the Palatine and presented him a fish of a prodigious greatnesse but the marvel was that after having opened him they found in his garbage a ring which Sifroy knew to be that which Genevieva had cast into the river This new miracle caused a new admiration in all the assistance and chiefly in the spirit of the Count who could not praise enough the goodnesse of God that made the dumb to speak to declare the innocence of his wife This was not the first time that such like prodigies have happened A King of the Samians having cast an Emerauld into the sea six dayes after one brought him a fish which had it under his tongue no body can be ignorant of that which arrived to St. Morillus after seven years travel And to come neer unto the age of our Countesse it is certain that St. Arnoult grandfather to the great Charlemain recovered in a fish the ring which he had cast into the Moselle insomuch that this same river having rendred that of our Genevieva seemeth to have some sence and feeling of justice Admire you not the sweet goodness of heaven which discovers in the end an innocence which hate had laid hold on calumny sullied credulity convicted miseries afflicted and solitude obscured the space of seven years Observe if you please the changes of fortune or rather the effects of Gods providence Behold Genevieva in the delights of a Palace alas who is happy there stay behold her in the obscurity of a prison in the horrour of a desert and worse than all this in the necessity of all things and in the pain of a crime the onely conceit whereof is a cruell martyrdome to a Lady of honor all is lost a little patience I see her comming out of these vapours of calumny as

thought unchaste for being fair or the perfection of her body do injury to that of her soul could she not be seen without desire nor slandered without being convicted of a crime whereof her very thought was not culpable Should an apple render the wife of Theodosius criminall was that an inevitable misfortune to Queen Elisabeth loving the vertue of a Page to love an object that was not chast deserved Cunegonda to handle fire for proving that her heart burned not with any evil flame the daughter of the great Anthemius could not she do good to her sister without losing her reputation nor drive the Devil from her body without putting him into her soul who can conceive why God permitted that Marina should be punished for a sinne whereof she was not capable and which was as far from her will as from her sex Soft humane reason take heed how thou think that an essence all good and all perfect should produce any evill if there flow sharpnesse from that inexhaustible spring of sweetnesse it is either to wean our affection from the vanity of pleasures or to make our vertue merit in the martyrdome of sufferings Our griefs are not more sensible unto us than unto God if we are assaulted he resents it if we are wounded he complaineth he doth indeed seem sometimes not to know us but it is to the end to render us known to all posterity he permits detraction to spot our honour but to the end to dravv the rayes of our glory from our own obscurity you know it faire soules who glitter novv like so many Suns in that great day of eternity Is it not true that God loves not our abasement but to raise us up again our contempt but because it may be glorious to us Our losses but because vve may derive advantage from them our evils but because they doe us good The Bees suck honey aswell upon the Thyme and Wormvvood as upon the Roses the Lillies and holy soules make their infirmitie prosper as well as their good fortune but the first being of a nature more refined God vvill not be niggardly unto us of a favour vvhich vve can so vvell improve Who knoweth not that a great virtue hath sometimes thrust those who possessed it into presumption and that innocence mistaken and calumniated hath found its conservation in that which seemed to destroy it The life of the Nightingale which nourisheth not it self but with melody is very delightfull that of the Swan is not to be despised though he lives not but with melancholly God takes pleasure that we should lead a life like unto this sorowful Bird provided that we be so white in Innocence as he is in his plume he careth not to see us swime in the waters of our grief Nothing pleaseth him like our sighes he loves perfectly that musick of which himself gives the measure and indeed there are those visages who weep with so good a grace that they should never be without this ornament our eys ravish not those of God but by tears which he seeks with a great care and which he gathereth with an incredible joy The tears fall to the ground and mingle themselves with the dust but their restuction gos unto the firmament mounteth above the stars so as they are the pearls of heaven which form themselves in the salt waters of our bitternesses as a great Wit hath said It is the delicate wine of the Angels the delights of Paradise and the voice that goes even to the ear of God For this reason he commanded one of his Prophets that the apple of his eyes should appear unto him continually for as much as he takes an inexpressable content at the sweet violence with which they constrain him if we knew well to weep we should know to vanquish our enemies to drown our sins to ruin the devils to extinguish hell and sweetly to force heaven to the sense of our requests The sinner hath no stronger arms than in his eyes seeing that God himself may be wounded with them The Athenians offered plaints in one of their sacrifices for my part I believe that it was to that unknown divinity which the Apostle instructs them to be the true God for as much as they cannot present him an offering more acceptable then tears which are no sooner drop'd from our eyes but they enter into his heart How can he not love these liquid pearls these melted diamonds this subtle sweat of the soule that a●stils it self through the fires of love to the end to offer him an essence more precious a thousand times than that of the Iasmin I do not say that chastity plants it self in our hearts as the lillies who have no other seed but their tears and that vertues appear there onely when this dew of our eyes makes them to bud there After all this we should no more wonder if God takes pleasure in the sighes of an afflicted Innocence since we finde so remarkable an instruction in his example so advantagious a profit in his merit then if God will that we suffer is it not great reason to consent thereunto If our displeasures delight him ought we to seek out the cause thereof Alas we shut up the Birds in the Cages to the end to draw joy from their plaints Can it be that they are more ours than we are his that their liberty is more subject unto our tyrany than ours is to his Empire O how happy should a creature be if God taking pleasure in his tears he might weep eternally the History which we have to set forth can give rare examples of this truth and advance most profitable instructions from this practise To the Reader MY dear Reader in expecting a Work whereof I give you here but one of the least parts I conjure you to suspend your judgment upon this History and not to take the effects of an all adoreable Providence for the Fictions of a Romance Raderus in his Baviere Ericius Puteanus and many other Authors can warrant the principall circumstances thereof and I assure my self in time to make you understand that there is nothing in the whole piece which is not as true as divertising ERRATA or faults escaped in the printing PAg. 3. line 6. those her sex read those of her sex pag. 5. l. 24. the great perfections 1. the perfections p. 7. l. 16. exposed r. proposed p. 13. l. 18. part r. depart p. 23. l. 2. souldiers r. folds p. 26. l. 14. Narbonana r. Narbona p. 31. l. 28. as of a Come● r. as that of a Comet The Innocent Ladie OR The Illustrious Innocence IN one of the Provinces of the * Gaule Belgick which was sometime the countrey of the Tongrians about the time that the glory of the great Lodowick began to be obscured that the children of this Lion degenerated into beasts much lesse generous was born a daughter in the most illustrious family of the

evils have no tongue When one knows well to speak his evill the sense thereof is not extreme nor the regret unfeigned Alas Genevieva is already dead I see her stretched out upon her poore bed without vigour and without motion her eyes are no more but two starres eclipsed her mouth hath no more Roses her cheeks have lost their lillies Oh that it is not possible for me to call all the beauties of the world about this bed I would say unto them behold the remains of that which you cherish with so much passion behold the ashes of that fire which burns the world behold an example of that which you shall be behold an image of which you shall soon be the resemblance make ye make ye now Divinities of that which death shall change one day into worms and putrefaction But I deceive my self Genevieva is not dead a violent trance had onely withdrawn her soul for a time she comes to her self again this gives belief that nature is yet strong enough to drive away the evil provided that it be assisted with some remedies Think not that any thing was spared She must depart God will have it so and her stomach which could not suffer but Herbs and Roots nourished her Feaver and advanced her death The good Princesse knew it and desired it she called her dear son Benoni whom she blessed and her Husband to whom she said this adiew able to make Tigers and Panthers weep My dear Sifroy behold your dear Genevieva ready to dy all the displeasure that I have 〈◊〉 leave this life comes unto me from your tears weep no more I shal go away content If death would give me leasure I would make appear unto you by the contempt of that you lose the little cause you have to lament your losse But sin●● the time presseth me that there rests unto me but three sighes I have but this word to s●● unto you Weep Sifroy as much as I merit it and you shall not weep much notwithstanding I conjure you yet that having forgotten that little dust which I leave you would remembe● that Genevieva goes to heaven to keep yo●● place there and that the Husband and Wife making but one it may be that God calls ●● to draw thither the other part Adiew ha●● care of Benoni After these languishing words 〈◊〉 that her weaknesse permitted her was 〈◊〉 receive the sacred body of her good Master which was no sooner entred into her mouth but she fixed her eyes on heaven where her heart was already thrusting her fair soul forth of her fair body by a last sigh of love It was the second of April in the very year of her restauration that she knew perfectly the merit of her patience Benoni had no sooner seen the dead members of his Mother but he cast himself upon the bed breaking forth into such sharp cryes that he pierced the heart of all the assistants It was impossible to withdraw him from thence what indeavour soever they used thereunto On the other side Sifroy was on his knees holding fast the hands of his dear Wife which he watered with his tears All the domesticks were round about her like so many Statues of Marble whom grief had transformed yet must they give to the earth what the soul of Genevieva had left it they made themselves ready to bury this holy body which was found clad in a rude hair-cloth capable alone to consume members so delicate as hers When they carried the Herse out of the House it was then that the Palatine made his grief break forth more visibly than the torches which lighted the Funerall pomp nothing was heard but sighs every where nothing was seen but tears In the end after that Sifroy and his son had laid their hearts into the same Tomb with Genevieva the followers endeavored to withdraw them from the Church where this holy body remained in depository the regret of this losse was not so peculiar to men that it was not common to the beasts the birds seemed to languish with grief and if they singed sometimes about the Castle it was no more now but plaints I cannot omit one thing which seems unto me worthy of admiration the poor Hind who had served the Countesse so faithfully in her life expressed no lesse love unto her at her death They hold that this kind of beast casts forth but one grosse tear at death it must be granted then that this Hind dyed more than once at the decease of her dear Mistris It was a pitifull thing to see this poore beast follow the Bier of Genevieva more deplorable to hear how wofully she brayed but most strange that they could never bring her back to the house remaining day and night at the doors of the Church where her Mistris was The Servants carried her Hay and Grasse which she would not so much as touch suffering her self thus to dy wth hunger They brought the news thereof to the Palatine who betook himself to weep so tenderly as if his Wife were dead once again for recompence of her fidelity he made her to be cut in white marble and laid at the feet of Genevieva All that notwithstanding comforted not the affliction of Sifroy it was in vain to tell him that nature being satisfied it was time to hearken unto reason The remedies of his griefs caused him new griefs if they represented unto him that it was no more a love of Genevieva to lament in this manner but a hate of himself he answered that the regret to have lost so holy a woman could not be commendable if it were not extreme This was not enough he sought all the means to entertain his passion having never more pleasing Idea's than those which represented him his Genevieva If he went unto the Church it was to make unto her a sacrifice of his eyes if he returned to his house he retired himself into his chamber speaking to every thing that had been hers Behold the bed of my Genevieva said he behold her cabinet behold her mirrour then looking into her glasse he sought there the visage of his dear wife calling continually Genevieva Genevieva but Genevieva answered not from the chamber he passed into the garden which was sometime all her pastime but it was in the greens of eternity that he must seek her to find her If the soul of the Saint had been capable of any other passion than of joy it had been of a tender compassion to see the deep Melancholly of Sifroy without doubt her love would have been the remedie thereof as she was the cause thereof One afternoon as he was in his ordinary indispositions a page came to tell him that there was a Hermit who requested covert The Count who had not been accustomed to shut the door unto works of mercy nor to drive away good actions from his house was very glad to meet the occasion thereof He commanded then that they should cause him to come up O