The betraying of Christ Iudas in despaire. The seuen words of our Sauior on the crosse. With other poems on the Passion.

THE BETRAYING OF CHRIST .

IVDAS in despaire .

The seuen Words of our Sauior on the Crosse. WITH Other Poems on the Passion .

LONDON . Printed by Adam Istip . 1598.

TO THE RIGHT WORshipfull , Sir Nicholas Walsh Knight , cheefe Iustice of her Maiesties court of common pleas in Ireland , and of her Highnesse counsaile there .

ALbeit ( right Worshipfull ) that the art of Poesie is in sort dealt withall , as Cacus once vsed Hercules oxen , when he drew them backewards vp the hill : being customarily in these daies wrested and turned to the fooleries of Loue , and such like base subiect of fancies abortiue births , conuerting Poetries imploiment to follies vse , and wit ill spent runnes violent that way , with the current of errour . Yet hath it a natiue diuine off-spring and issue , wherof partaking kindly , floates with a calme tempered gale from all miscarying wracke , to the harbour of a quiet applause . The vpright and best approoued censure I presume gains your Worships vertuous allowance , to whose wisdome and grauitie associate with an heroicall sprite , I dedicate affections testimony by these vnpolished lines , crauing your fauourable fault-shadowing view , if in the manner any thing appeare defectiue , trusting that as a fruitfull tree the more it is fruitladen , the more it declineth , so your plenteous accomplished vertues wil humble them in daining to accept the loue I reuerence you withall : wishing your Worship Worlds prosperitie , and Heauens happinesse .

Yours in the best endeuours of affection . S. R.

The betraying of Jesus EVen when no beauties of the garnisht skie Had left the view of Heauen-makers wonder , And Phebus steeds were gallop'd posting by Their hasty speed had got the worlds half vnder , Yea eu'ry creature that had life or sprite , Mourn'd at the darke approch of vgly night : An host of swartest sable foggie clouds , Wrapt in faire Cinthia from her siluer shine , Mantling her brightnesse with their obscure shrouds As though heav'ns lampe were come to latest fine , Her cannapie of starres was eke vnseene , Where on she wonted mount , imperious Queene . The airy winged people gone to rest , Had clear'd with day , not left a note vnpaid , All other creatures that might be exprest , In caues and holes for nights repose were laid , Of wild , or tame , none raung'd or ran astray , But rauenous , by darke that hunt for pray . Thicke mistie vapours were dispersed foule , Prohibiting day-followers to be seene , Dispensing only with the shriking Owle , And eies that Nature put lights hate betweene , Such as were banisht from the face of day , To lurke the couert shamelesse night away . Then child of vtter darknesse , lights offence , Intituled : The lost sonne of perdition , Hired against his Lord for thirty pence To be a traitor vnder hels commission , In this nights time , did rebell troupes increase To manage armes against the Prince of peace . Toward Cedron brooke th' accursed leader goes , With horse and foot , weapon'd with launce and speare , His blessed maister vs'd that walke he knowes , Vnworthy wretch had oft ben with him there , Oft as a friend the place he did frequent , But now foe-harted , trecherous of intent . As in a garden Adam disobayed , And there became a captiue to the diuell , So in a garden Iesus was betrayed , To suffer death for Adams former euill : Within a garden Adams crime offended , For which Christ was in garden apprehended . And as in pleasures garden at the fall , For Adams clothing , dead beasts skins God gaue , In euidence that death went ouer all , And that his garment might presage his graue : So Christ in garden tombe and dead mans shrowd , Defray'd our debts , with paiment best alowd . Ouer the brooke , to garden they repaire , ( Swift were their feet about the sheading blood ) Euen to the place that Iesus vs'd for praier , Where he intreated grace for sinners good , Where he consulted to redeeme and saue : Thither they came , resolu'd his life to haue . With easie search the guiltlesse may be found , Whose quiet thoughts and peace vnite in one , A voice , Whom seeke you ? threw them all to ground , A power diuine , to make true godhead knowne . Iesus came forth , encountred them with breath , And they at once fell backward all to th' earth . Had then his will consented to his power , If Iustice had appear'd , and mercy hid , They had descended hell that sinfull hower , Like Corah , Dathan , and Abiram did , Where th' one was seandale to the seruant done , The other was rebellion gainst the sonne . While Ieroboam stretcht his threatning hand ( Right insolent and full of daring pride ) To stay the Prophet , giuing strict command , Iudgement laid hold on him , his hand was dryde : But these in armes , and violent enterprise , Though throwne to ground , doe vnrepentant rise . Deaths harbenger vnto Damasco towne , Then bloody-mind Saint-persecuting Saul Was with like powreful voice from heauen thrown down , But to conuersion grace imploy'd his fall : With greater fauour , blisse can none acquaint , Then crowne a greeuous sinner , glorious Saint . But these whose hearts were hardned , sight extinct , Haters of knowledge , children of the night , Atwar with God , in league with Sathan linckt Grosse darknesse followers , shunners of the light , Stiffe necked , stubborne , and rebellious Iewes , Contemne saluation ; offered grace refuse . Wisdomes beloued , Israels wisest king , Doth say the wicked cannot sleeping rest , Till they are pleased with some ill done thing ; The worser deed , the doer likes for best : A minute spent in good , seems long loth'd day , A night of sinne , but moment stolne away . How toilesome tedious had that watching bin , If vertue had persuaded thereunto , But Owle-eied they became to compasse sin , Fit was the time so foule a fact to do : That work of darknesse , ioin'd with darknesse power Might meet together all in darknesse hower . When they should rest , their malice not indur'd it , For malice neuer closeth sleeping eies , And when they should not wake , reuenge procur'd it , Reuenge , doth hourely , some reuenge deuise , Who rides the deuill hath no curbe they say , For malice drawes , and fury spurs away . Th' vnseemely vprore , to the night vnkind , Happening as frightfull as in fires danger , Caus'd him make hast that left his clothes behind , Hardly entreated , like vnwelcome stranger , For in retire , his case like Iosephs stands , Who left his garment in his mistresse hands . T' was no offence springing from his intent , That did demerite violent force resist him , Yet pawn'd he shirt for skin before he went , Gladdest when naked gone that rage had mist him , What furies guided this misguided swarme ? To bend their force against vnthoughted harme . When traitor meets , these quaint deceits he had , In gesture , kind imbracements with a kisse ; In words , All haile , God saue thee , or be glad ; Yet murder , blood , and death , lies hid in this , This cup of gold did poisons draught begin , This greene had serpents lurking hid within . The word All haile , seru'd Ioab to salute , ( Good words do often make for ill pretence , ) But Abner found a mortall stab the fruit , While falshood spake , t was murder did insence : Like that , was this of Iudas false intent , By word , God saue , the deed Destroy was ment . All haile , the Angell reuerently did vse , With heau'nly tongue , to holy virgins eare , All haile , in Pilats hall they did abuse , That scorning Christ , presented Aue there , Highest in fauour of all women gain'd it , And chiefest sinner of all men , profan'd it . First word it was , Gods gracious loue tv'nfold Beginning at our sauiours incarnation , First word wherewith false Iudas bought and sold , Whose trafficke turn'd Christs death , his own damnation . What profite his that all the world should winne ? With soule in deaths eternall debt by sinne . Why com'st thou friend ? what mean'st thou , Iesus said , At th' instant houre my praiers and teares commend thee , To giue a kisse whereby I am betraide , And with , All haile , brings troupes to apprehend mee ? I tearme thee friend , vngratefull as thou art , That show'st nor friend nor yet disciples part . To call thee friend , it doth thus much betoken , No cause in me hath canseld loues desire , But they reuolting hath our friendship broken , Vnaltred I remaine the same entire : If thou with Dauid , I haue sinned , couldst say , His answere thine , Thy sinne is done away . Returne thee with repentant hearts imbrace , And mercy shall with iustice dome suspend , I left not thee , why doest thou run from grace , Though thou hast sold me , still I call thee friend , But if thou wilt not be reclaimed backe , Be thou thy selfe thine owne soules wilfull wracke . When murder had saluted , treason kist , And bribery imbrac'd with signe of gladnesse , In which the traitors seruice did consist , Then press'd the Iewes on Christ with furious madnesse , Like hunger-paunched wolues prone to deuour The lambe subiected to their rauening power . Right manly valiant Peter did him beare , When no disciple durst attempt the like , T'vnsheath his sword , and cut off Malcus eare , Against an armed multitude to strike , Danger and feare are cowards turnd aside When manhood is by resolution tride . But Iesus did no humane forces need , That legions had of Angels at command , And Peter had no charge to fight , but feed The flocke of sheepe committed to his hand , It was Gods will to suffer , not resist , His power gaue power , and sinne did what it list . He was content , their violent force should bind him And lead him thence vnto the torturing place , To teare his flesh with whips to mocke and blind him , To buffet and to spit vpon his face . T' accuse him false by slanders lying breath , To dome him sentence shames most odious death .

Judas in despaire . TErrors torment my tortur'd soule perplexed , Fell furies fright , and hale me on away , To Cayphas and the rest with horrour vexed Goes Simons sonne , Gods son did false bettay , Such is my sinne against that guiltlesse blood , No baulme in Israel left to doe me good . They answer'd , carelesse of my wretched state , What 's that to vs ? Looke thou thy selfe vnto it , Then vengeance I expect , grace comes too late , Resolue no lesse , for that you brib'd me do it , Sathan seduc'd , I acted the offence , Despaire is come , there lies your thirty pence ▪ I am perditions child , outcast forlorne , All haile in word , but in the heart all hatefull , It had ben good , so bad had nere ben borne , That of all creatures am the most ingratefull : Oh had I neuer liu'd , suruiuing shame Had vnreported hid my odious name . Base couetousnesse no more Gehezies sinne , My intrest in that crime doth thine controule , Thou wast but leaper of polluted skinne , My leprosie is a defiled soule : Thou took'st a bribe against thy maisters will , But I was brib'd to kisse , and kist to kill . Maries good worke Christ promis'd to commend Perpetually in euer-liuing praise , But my vile act beyond all stinted end , Shall euidence I trod the left hand waies , My title thus the Scriptures shall record : Judas Iscarioth , that betrayd the Lord . Three euils in one I did commit , in this That gainst the King of glory I haue done : Deceit betray'd with shew of kind-ment kisse , Couetousnesse incenst , that sinne begun , Impudent boldnesse did intrude the deed , Ere any mou'd or wisht me to proceed . I knew the choise , and gainefull happie way , That heauens gate , was straightest dore to enter , I taught the world , take heed broad paths doe stray , And yet my selfe the wide-gate wilfull venter , Like Noahs workemen , such my state is found They built an arke for him , themselues were drownd . I haue excluded faiths resolued trust In him by whom the true repentant liue , Cain-like affirming nought but vengeance must Reward my sinnes , mercy no such forgiue : My heart 's indurate , hardned , vnrelenting , Past is the deed , the doer past repenting . Though ' Dauid found remorse to waile his sinne , ' And Nathans comfort , eas'd his mournfull taske , Distrust and horrour haue so hemd me in , That might I haue , I hopelesse will not aske : Feare , shame , and guilt do haunt me at the heeles , Of iudgement , men , and what my conscience feeles . My dying soule , refusing liuing meane , Denies with heav'nly Manna to be fed A sea of teares can neuer rince it cleane , Yet could one drop , that drop should ne're be shed . What teares , what praiers can his atonement make , Whose portion is in vengeance fearefull lake ? Mine inward conscience doth soules ruine tell , Authenticke witnesse , and seuere accuser , Where I abide , I feeling find a hell Tormenting me , that am selfe torment chuser : Sound conscience well is said like wall of brasse ; Corrupted , fit compar'd to broken glasse . More blind then those whose sight sight giuer gaue , More deaffe and dumbe then any that he cured , More dead then Lazarus in his stincking graue , When he deaths vaut till fift daies baile indured . Not eies , eares , limmes , tongue , body , haue defect , It is my soule , that saluing heauens reiect . If first borne man , the first of desp'rate mind , By whom the first of guiltlesse blood was shed , Did say , There was no grace for him to find , But vengeance must be heaped on his head : Let me ( sinnes monster , masse of cursed euill ) Bid Sathan welcome , and imbrace the deuill . When Christ shall come in clouds , and sinnes be scand , All Adams sonnes expecting rightfull dome , Iwretch amongst the goats shall trembling stand , The right-hand sheepe , affoord no traitor roome , To crie Lord , Lord , this answere shall be got , Depart you cursed , hence I know you not . The casting out of deuils then obiected , Will cease no wrath , extenuate no dangers : Not words with God , well doing is respected , His Citizens deeds difference from the strangers , Me thinkes I heare the iudge , sterne , full of ire : Pronounce my sentence to eternall fire . Was I not cald to heav'ns roiall feast ? I was : but came as one that little cared , How came I ? brutish like vnreuerent beast , Wanting a wedding garment , vnprepared : Bold daring wretch in such a sacred place , To presse in sinnes cast suite , rent , torne , and base . But fearefull guerdon for so foule attempt , All-seeing eies beheld my rags bewray'd , And most seuerely thence he did exempt , Bind him both hand and foot ( his iustice said ) And cast him out , no such may here partake , The Lambe with Sion , Sathan and the Lake . Would I had neuer knowne Apostles place , Would I had ne're ben messenger of truth , Would I had neuer preacht the way to grace , Would I had ne're ben borne , or died in youth : Who knowes his maisters will and doth neglect it , Sore stripes and many shall seuere correct it . I must salute Ashur and Elams traines , To drinke with Tuball of the wrathfull cup , Edom inuites me to th' infernall paines No time of grace , with Christ againe to sup , Now feast where teeeth are gnasht & hands are wrong , Where Diues begs for drops to coole his tong . Downe by the way that Corah went to hell , Like Dathan and Abiram to descend Where furies , fiends and damned ghosts do dwell , And euer torments , neuer know an end , Let earth deuide and opening swallow then , The most accurs'd of all the sonnes of men . The man that from Ierusalem descended , And hapned in the hands of bloody theeues , A pittifull Samaritane befriended With mercy , and his hard distresse releeues : Such holy loue , true charity suppli'd him , Pitty was present and no grace deni'd-him . But I from new Ierusalem retyr'd The restfull Canaan , happinesse vnbounded , For thirty pence hels iourny being hyr'd , In Sathans snares I fell , that theefe hath wounded : And priest is past , Samaritane gone by , Seeing me curelesse , carelesse let me lie . Ah Magdalen sower sorrowes turn'd thy sweet , Well didst thou weepe to wash , and washing gaine , With hairie towell wiping Iesus feet , Thy true repentant teares did grace obtaine : While I thy vertues sought to haue disgrast , Tearming that holy worke , A needlesse wast , But happy woman , guiltlesse wast ' controld , How falsely did I wish thy ointment spared ? How couetous said I , Better this been sold And giu'n the poore , wast for the poore I cared ? Ah no , my guilty conscience doth deny it . I bare the purse , and would haue gained by it . Sampson , till Sathan fierce Philistine caught me , And in his rage put out my sprituall eies , Then blind in sinne , to Cayphas house he brought me , Against the piller where all mercy lies , I bent my force to mooue the corner stone , Destruction fell , my selfe destroy'd alone . Like Iezabels , so my corrupted thought , When she complotted for good Naboths ground , Cleare purchase t vvas , her wile his vineyard bought ; Such seem'd my bribe , I held it money found : But see how soone sweet sinnes conuert to sower , I loath for euer , that I lou'd an hower . These three deuide my soule , Fear , Thought , & Anguish ▪ Their intrest is the forfaits of my fall , But while in claime they striuing let me languish , The roaring Lion comes and seazeth all : Insatiable serpent pleas'd with nought but this , Both soule and body must be graunted his . If gracelesse outcasts in this world begin To tast of second death's tormenting power , If soules surpriz'd by selfe-wrought murdring sinne , Turne vengeance glasse to run a staylesse hower , Then here in earnest of perpetuall care , I weare damnations liuery , blacke despaire . Deuore'd from mercy , alienate from grace , Reft of repentance , wedded vnto euill , From highest calling , downe to lowest place , From chosen Twelue , a singled outcast deuill ; From th' holy city lou'd of God so well , Within whose streets may no vncleanesse dwell . When Christ foretold intended treason nie , By one of vs his guests to be betray'd Each straight inquir'd , Lord is it I , or I ? But my demand had answer , Thou hast said . I that was fed that night with loues regard , Return'd the giuer treason for reward . Darke night , black deed , blind soule , and Sathans slaues Did fit , defile , destroy it selfe , did further , With shade , with sinne , with death , with clubs & staues , Tintrap , betray , condemne , assist to murder , The Lambe of God , the rocke , the dore , the vine , The Angels brightnesse , heav'ns eternall shine . Much worse , though Ioab-like I gaue a kisse , I pris'd my birth-right base , at Esawes gaine , I putchas'd hell with losse of heauens blisse , And in effect , exchanged ioy for paine . Oh foolish sot , vile earthly drosse esteemer , To sell true life , dead Adams sonnes redeemer . Thou partiall hand swai'd sword of Peters drawne , I should ben mangled , and not Malcus eare , Like currish dog , it was my flattering fawne , Did bite my maister worse then any there , Mistaken champion in thy valour swaruing , To giue his eare my trecherous hearts deseruing . I was cheefe actor in the Iewish spight , I was a captaine to that rascall rout , I wrought the tumult of that guilty night , I was blind guide , to that they went about , They all expected notice come from me , Till craft had kist , they knew not which was he . False tongue , pronounc'd All haile to hurtfull end , When hollow heart sequestred loues true zeale , Heav'ns mildnesse asked , Why art thou come friend ? Straight violent hands , not words , our thoughts reueale . Call him not friend , that sauors most offoe , Tearme me thy hangman , for I merite so . In death's pursute , insatiate thirsting blood , We posted thence to Priests , with rudest throng , Where purest lambe before his shearer stood , Pleading not guilty , by truths silent tong , Ther 's craft accusing , hate helps to deuise , And falshood forgeth , in a mint of lies . My impious eies beheld without remorse , The gracelesse vsage of heau'ns gracious king , Scornd , spit at , mocked , yet repentance force , Sought not for shelter vnder mercies wing , In all these euils I pitttied not his paine , Til being condemn'd , then greeu'd my greeues in vain , No true contrition had my faults defence , Though I confess'd I sinn'd in his betraying , T was desp'rate satisfaction came from thence , For faith was liuelesse , should ben vengeance staying , Wrath is gone forth , was Moses admonition , But lights on me , that am for wraths perdition . What wondrous obiects haue mine eies beheld , Deaffe , dumbe and lame , the blind and curelesse , cured ; The stubborne winds with checking calmely stild , The dead reuiu'd , death's sleepe foure daies indured , Fiue loaues , two fish , fiue thousands satisfied , Yet more then much , spare crums were multiplied . My tast did witnesse water turn'd to wine , One cur'd that toucht my maisters vesture hemme , Commanded deuils forth men , to enter swine , And in the sea destruction plunging them , Mine eares haue heard , and eies haue seene the sight That Kings haue wisht , and Prophets neuer might . Yet he that 's cal'd manslaier from beginning , Deceiuer , dragon , serpent , father of lies , God of this world , author of humane sinning , Hardner of hearts , blinder of spirituall eies , Prince of the aire , malicious euill sprite , Made me hels guest , whom heav'ns did kind inuite . Like as the brauing greene , but barren tree ( That flourisht faire when not a figge was found ) Christ curs'd with , Neuer fruit grow more on thee , Because it did no good , but comber ground : So fares the false deluding show of mine , Greene leav'd beginning , withered fruitlesse fine . Could sinnes-besotted , hell-path wrandrers , see The horrours on an outcast wretch imposed , Or sence the inward worme that gnaweth me , ( Bondslaue to bondage neuer to be losed ) They would retire the flesh most fearefull race , To auoid hels gaole , obtain'd with losse of grace . Me thinkes my conscience turnes a blacke leav'd booke , Titl'd Distrust , dedicate to Despaire , Where couetous eie and traitrous heart do looke On vengeance lines , pointed this period , Care ; The argument is shame , the subiect sinne , The index thus explaines the euils therein : Apostle once , increasing Christs eleuen , B agbearer , to the charge of purse assign'd , C alled to preach saluations path to heauen , D estructions heire , the worst of wicked mind : E nuying at good worke by others done , Faithlesse to God , false hearted to his sonne . G reedy to gaine on earth . with heauens losse , H opelesse of mercy , in sin's most distresse , I udas whose kisse presag'd Christs dying crosse , K nowledge contemner , errors foule successe . L oitrer in holy haruest , place abuser , M urdrer of life , mine owne damnation chuser . N aked of grace , the foulest ere defiled , O ffences actor in the highest degree , P rouoking wrath , from mercies throne exiled , Q uenching the sprite , that erst gaue light in me , R enouncing glories race to gain the crowne , S eruant to sinne , whose hire pale death laies downe ▪ T raitor to God , that breathing earth deluded , U nholy-thoughted , full of bitter gall , W oes querrister , from Angels quires excluded , X pian the outward , inward , not at all , Y oaked by sinne perpetuall , Sathans slaue , Zeale in his seruice lost , that none can saue . This register records the race I run , By caracters spelling my future woe , A tragedy by me must be begun , On hels blacke stage , for there to act I goe , Since eies of God , and all in heauen abhorre me , I will descend , the pit hath consorts for me . Curs'd be the parents that ingendred me , Curs'd be the wombe that bare , and paps that fed , Curs'd be the day when I worlds light did see , Curs'd be the houre my soule from grace was led , Curs'd be the time when I did entertaine Cursed affection , to accursed gaine . Retire for euer from the sweet society Of Peter , Iames , and Iohn , true heires of grace ; Conuerse remaine of Time , with all impiety , No eie henceforth shall view Christs traitors face , End loathed daies , my fact abhorres your light , Wrap me from eies cole-fac'd eternall night . Sauls frightfull guest , that sence depriuing sprite , Outragious rauing fury whispers , Hang thee , What Syon tunes , or Dauids harpe delight , Can cease or ease the horrours that do pang me ? Then be my instrument one iarring string , And treble woe , the houling note I sing . Bush-creeping Caine , beholding for thy end More to an arrow , then the marke-mans aime ▪ I doe disdaine blind Lamech should befriend , None in my tragedy shall action claime : But I and Sathan we haue both agreed , To leaue the world a desp'rate damned deed . Not to dismount a check-cloud earthy heape , Or make soule passage by a poinard point , Nor to bequeath the sea a drowning leape ; But fatall cord shall cracke my breathing ioint , Absolons tree , prowd Hamans halter-knell , And I the hangman , like Achitophell . Lead on despaire , confounder of my sprite , Direct vnto some nooke of hellish shade , For shames sake , be it gloomier then that night In which by me heav'ns brightnesse was betraide : Blacker then death , more sable hew'd then hell , Where sulpher flames , with vtter darknesse dwell . Harder then Pharoahs tenne times hardned heart , Bloudier then Abels butcher , far inclin'd : End traitors life , begin a hangmans part , Let hangmans part performe thy desp'rate mind , Thy desp'rate mind be witnesse th' art accurst , Rent heart , drop blood , gush bowels , belly burst .

❧ Peters teares at the Cockes crowing . COme sharpest greefs imploy repentant eies , Taske them as bitter drops as ere were shed , Send teares to earth , and sighs vp to the skies , This instant houre a Soule and Sorrows wed , Sweet teares and sighs , at dolours deere requests , Come you & yours my harts right welcom gests . Let eies become the fountaines of my teares , And let my teares be flouds to moist my heart , And let my heartfull of repentant feares , By teares and sorrowes , turne a true conuert ; At base obiections of as base a maid , With oths and curses I haue Christ denai'd . The watchfull bird that centinels the morne , Shrill herald to Auroraes early rising , That oft proclaimes the day ere day be borne , Distinguisher from pitch-fac'd nights disguising , Surceas'd to heed , why nature taught him crow , And did exclaime on me for sinning so . O haughty vaunts resembling skie-bred thunder , How far remote your actions stand aloofe , A coward heart keptwords and deeds asunder , Stout champion brags are quailed in the proofe . Weake womans breath hath ouerthrowne a rocke , And humane pride is daunted by a Cocke . Harken this birds rebuke ; and harkning , feare : False periur'd tongue , now are thy boastings tri'de , Christ hardest fortunes part thou vowd'st to beare , But loe a cocke doth crow it , thou hast li'de : Thy deedlesse words , words vnconfirmd by truth , Haue turnd mine eies to teares , my heart to ruth . The daies approch that whilome nature taskes , He chaunted not , nor ment blacke nights descending , But foule fac'd sinne , from scarffing words vnmaskes ; Plie bitter teares your suite , for wraths suspending , Eies that when Christ sweat blood , secure did slumber , Now shed more tears then truthles tong can number . Lament my soule thy state , a state distrest , Thou art reuolt from true felicity , Sigh sorrowes forth , let greefes weepe out the rest , Weepe wretched man repleat with misery , Let neuer eies giue cheekes a space to drie , Till teares regaine lost grace in mercies eie . Weepe saltest brinish teares , the more the sweeter , Weepe satisfaction , sinnes repentant soule , Weepe fraile disciple , woman-daunted Peter , Weepe weakling , subiect to a Cockes controule , Weepe Christs deniall , worst of all thy crimes , And ouerweepe each teare tenne thousand times . O God from whom all graces doe abound , For thy assisting aid I humbly call , Lend mercies hand to raise from sinfull ground , And being on foot , protect against like fall , Thy fauours Lord I truly do implore , Rising to stand , standing to fall no more . Th' Egiptians greeuing of the Iewes , And the Philistians vexing Saul , The mockes the children once did vse T' offend Gods Prophet therewithall , And Michols scoffing Israels king , Were common wrongs , a daily thing . Such wrongs , of wrongs vsurpe the name , To those extreames to Iesus done , The world hath neuer knowne like shame , Of that sinne laid vpon Gods sonne , It had been iust , on man accurst , If sorrowes had perform'd their worst ▪ But when a pure and holy life , With spot or blemish neuer stayn'd , Twixt God and man shall vmpire strife , To be himselfe for guilty payn'd : What wrongs so great , what paines were such ? Who but a God would doe so much ?

The seuen words of Christ vpon the Crosse.

Pater ignosce illis , quia nesciunt quid faciunt . FAther ( our Sauiors loue to sinners , cries ) Forgiue them this their sin to me hath donne , For they by whom my tortur'd body dies , Know not they murder thy life-giuing sonne : What I indure , in flesh and sprite deuiding , They do it through blind ignorance misguiding . Oh Charity of wondrous Admiration , And patience farre extending humane sence , Sunshine of grace , to deed of darke damnation , True pardoner , to pardonlesse offence , Not crauing ease for selfe sustaining woes , But fauour for his persecuting foes . Pleading for those whose tongues did most defame him , Soliciting for them that did accuse him , Excusing such as wickedly did blame him , Tendring of loue where hatred did refuse him , Their ordur'd soules seeking so to refine , Grace might reduce them to celestiall shine . His sute imports , his holy thoughts did say , Inflict not iustice on these sinne-defiled , Vpon my flesh thine angers burden lay , Graunt nothing be to thee vnreconsiled , Least my redemption should vnperfect seeme , Or any sinne I did not full redeeme . He would not haue our sinnes ascend vp so , That they should come vnto his fathers sight , Nor yet his fathers vengeance fall so low , That on vs sinne committers it should light , But plac'd himselfe betwixt both wrath and sinne , True reconcilement , by true loue to winne . For Murderers that gainst his life transgressed , With meekest loue he humbly craued grace For such , as their vile sinne left vnconfessed , And still spit venome in their makers face , That peirc'd his heart , from which his blood abounds , To them he giues acquittance for his wounds . They to the Citty would not backe repaire , Ere cruelty haue left him life-depriued , He would not die , before his feruent praier , Intreats to haue their dying soules reuiued , His sprite from forth his body past no rather , But forth his mouth went with it , Pardon father . FINIS .

Amen dico tibi , hodie mecum eris in Paradiso . TRuly I say , that am heau'ns glory giuer , To thee true penitent repentant theefe , This day , from a defild and sinfull liuer Shalt thou be Sainted in exiling greefe , With me this day thou passest to the blest , In Paradise , where glorious Angels rest . Euen at the wane of life , the dying hower , This happy theefe did offer God his heart , His daies were dedicate to Sathans power , Only remain'd one moment to conuert Wherein he gaue his heart to him that ought it , Preuenting him that long in hope had sought it . The hellish foe stood bold vpon his claime , Because to theeues he is misguiding guider , But heau'nly friend did countermaund the same Being sinners father , Mercies firme prouider No sooner did his true contrition say , Lord thinke on me , but Sathan lost his pray . Caines offering was a sacrifice of corne , Abels the Lambes , ( the meekest vnto slaughter ) Annaes the sonne that of her wombe was borne , Iepthaes his sole and deere affected daughter , Noe weathers , Abraham doues , and Dauid gold , Melchisidech of wine did offrings hold . All these did offer things of great esteeme , Yet none so rich as this poore theefe presented , An offered heart to God doth greater seeme , Then what by heauen and earth can be inuented , Nothing more gratefull vnto Mercies throne , Then gift of heart , due debt to heauen alone . That debt of all the thefts which he had donne , His satisfaction rightly did restore , Repaying in one hower to the Sonne , What all his life rob'd father of before , Obtaining grace , for all deserts of strife , To be recorded in the booke of life . His wandring courses are retyr'd from danger , Vnto the harbour of a Christian rest , He liu'd to new Ierusalem a stranger , But was at death free Cittizen profest , With Christ on crosse , gaining in three houres more Then Iudas did in yeares for howers before . FINIS .

Mulier ecce Filius tuus . WOman true map of greefes , obiect of woes , Behold thy sonne , sinnes heauy burden beares , Thy weeping eies , Sorrows right methode shows , Sonne bath'd in blood , and Mother washd in teares , A dying Sonne , repleat with fathers hate , A pensiue Mother most disconsolate . Of all affections that the soule admits , On which loues fauours doe most firmly build , That loue in place of supreme soundnesse sits , Which is deriu'd from parent to the child , Then losse of that must needs proue heartiest greefe , That from the heart takes place and offspring cheefe . If Dauid lou'd his Absolon so well , That he with weeping wishd t' haue died for him , Who false and disobedient did rebell , Yet did his loue no whit the more abhorre him , Or reuerent Iacob , teares aboundant shed , To heare his sonnes but faine their brother dead ▪ If holy Iob himselfe so patient bore , To giue meeke eare to many a greeuous crosse , Destruction of his cattell , flockes , and store , Vntill he heard his deerest childrens losse , And then his greefes extreamest did abound , Renting his garments , falling on the ground . Needs must ( in mournfull sorrow's dire complaints ) The blessed Virgin farre excell all other , What soule ( with dolours euer so acquaints ) As this most carefull comfort wanting Mother , To see her God , life , father , loue and sonne , By bitt'rest torments vnto death be donne . No earthly loue on such perfection grounded , But that the same may be defectiue proued , Loue of the sonne to mother was vnbounded , Sonne of the mother , was the like beloued . All power of Angels , powrelesse only proues , To weigh or measure those vnmeasur'd loues . Of loue , with woes by crosse sheweping stood , There sending sighs to heav'n , and teares to ground , Of loue , with paines on crosse he streamed blood , There death he conquer'd , hell he did confound . Such was his loue that lou'd when we were hatefull , To die for loue , when sinne was most vngratefull . FINIS .

Deus meus , deus meus , vt quid me dereliquisti ? MY God ( said Christ ) when God to God complained , My God , who am true God and perfect man , Why hast thou my distres'd estate refrained , Thou doest seuere sinnes imputation scan , Forsaken in this strait , thy selfe bereauing , Me to afflictions cruel'st torments leauing . Vntaught ( till now ) was Iesus to complaine , Though infinite the wrongs he vnder-went , He welcom'd euery torment , greefe , and paine , Afflictions could not mooue his discontent , All gaue offence , which he imputes to none , Only his father now accus'd alone . When violence did with outrage apprehend him , His patient yeelding did most meekely beare it , When blasphemies with taunts of spight offend him , He silent seem'd as though he did not heare it , In all the furie they did execute , He stood like lambe before the shearer mute . He not complain'd of Peter that denide him , Nor yet of Iudas that most false betrayde him , Nor those in Pilats hall , that did deride him , Nor gracelesse Iewes ( his owne ) that disobay'd him : But his complaint was of his father made , Not meant to those denide , condemn'd , betray'de . Gods angry wrath seuerely set gainst sinne , ( The wares that Sathan sold , man dearely bought ) With losse of grace the trafficke did beginne , Heau'ns losse , soules death , hels dome eternall wrought , That wrath on Christs humanity abounded , Who only cur'd , what sinne had mortall wounded . As man threw sinne at God , as in despight , And God cast plagues , on man reuenge to fall , The sinne where with man gainst his God did fight , And punishments God chastned man withall , On Christ ( that stood twixt wrath and sinne ) was laid , He could not sinne , yet sinners sinne was made . He laid our sorrowes burden on his sprite , When he indur'd his bitter agonie , He tooke our death on him , wounding deaths might , When he on crosse , Deaths conquerour did die . He vnderwent afflictions heauiest loade , Reducing soules from hell , to heau'ns aboade . FINIS .

Sitio . I Thirst , fift word on Crosse our Sauiour spake , Concluding last of greefes he suffered , His last complaint , thirst did for water make , His last request for that he vttered , His last torment was drinke of bitter gall , That cruelty offends his tast withall . By trauell once leauing Iudea land , With wearie iourney through Samaria , He crau'd in Sichar at a womans hand , Her gift of water , his great thirst t' alay , While she on tearmes , delaies and hinderance finds , Delaies begotten by vnwilling minds . Yet after publicke in Ierusalem , He did proclaime to all with thirst at strife , That plenteously he had to succour them , With flowing waters to eternall life , Inuiting come , true comming , free attaine , That which who drinkes , shall neuer thirst againe . Such thirst-staunch riuers he to thirsty gaue , That streames of grace , heau'ns dew in soules did shower : Yet for his owne thirst , water he did craue At Iacobs well , and at his dying hower , To come and drinke , he free inuites all first , And at his last , himselfe complaines of thirst . As to our thirsty soules he tendereth His grace , against all deadly thirst defence , So to his thirst , soules duty rendereth , The purest water of obedience , There is in him , for which our wants do call , There is in vs , he will be seru'd withall . To corporall thirst strong Sampson once did yeeld , Vntill the chaw-bone of an Asse supplide him : And Sisara ( that vanquish'd lost the field ) Complain'd of thirst , to her whose tent did hide him : And holy Dauid thirstie , water needing , Did long for Bethlem cesternes most exceeding . But different farre soules thirst , from bodies is , Vnsatisfied with springs of worldly tast , Grace gain'd by Christ , doth only answere this , A spirituall substance , craues the like repast , Those foodlesse soules , famisht eternall pine , Which are vnfed by th' essence pure diuine . FINIS .

Consummatum est . EVen when the gaule of odious bitternesse Was offered to our Sauiour on a reed , The bitter drinke of bitter wickednesse , The Iewish present to Christs thirsty need , To comfort soules his gracious words extended , And sounding mercy , vttered All is ended . What tongue till then durst such a speech deliuer ? That all tooke end , which holy writ foretold , Only the tongue of sinnes true ransome giuer , Was powerfull his owne mercies power t' vnfold , Holy of holies most vprightly spake , All 's ended , ending life , sinnes end to make . Not Dauid , Esay , Ieremy , Elias , Could in their times affirme sinne tooke conclusion , They prophecied alluding to Messias , That he should worke the viper sinnes confusion , And end his life , to end foule sinne , lifes killer , Of all predictions to be full fulfiller . By whose owne mouth ( truths soundest euidence ) We heare sinnes end , the old law satisfied , How Mercy doth with Iustice dome dispence , And how the Iudges sonne hath qualified His fathers rigor , no way to be donne , But by th' obedience of Gods dying sonne . The word All 's ended , notice giues to all , By death of Christ , the Law was in exemption , The Church began , the Synagogue did fall , And man obtained perfect full redemption , His reconcilement was with God effected To glories throne , by graces hand protected . High Mysterie , and deepe profound diuine , That God by man , for man should death sustaine , As strange a speech , if humane wit define , He being man , should die and rise againe . Yet God and man , with God to end mans strife , From life to death , from death did rise to life . Our vlcers curing , captiue state inlarging , From Sinnes infectious venome , Sathans gaile , Bonds of damnation canseld , soules discharging , Descending heau ▪ n , to be on yearth our baile At price of life , with blood bought and befriended , Sealing saluations trust , with All is ended . FINIS .

Pater in manus tuas commendo Spiritum meum . WIth blood-spent wounds , euen at the point to die , The last bequest of heauens high testator , Was all eternities rich Legacie , His soule , the soule of mans true mediator , Vnto his Fathers hands he did commit , Yeelding to Death , by Death to vanquish it . The Princely Phrophet on his dying bed , Gaue charge vnto his heire apparant sonne , To worke reuenge on martiall Ioabs head , For murdring deed by his offence fore done , T' abridge what nature for his date intended , And cut him off before his period ended . Including with reuenge of Abners death , The wrongs that Simei to his person did , When Absolon pursued his fathers breath , Whose asse became his hangman as he rid , And wretched Simei cursing full of spight , Cast stones at Dauid , with most wrath he might . That testament Reuenge set hand vnto , Imposing wisdomes tutored prince the taske , To execute what he was willed do For shedding blood , blood-shedders blood doth aske , To Salomon this charge his father gaue , Let them not passe in peace vnto their graue . How different Dauids from our Sauiours seemes ? Whose will contain'd reuenge for others act : Christ at his death forgiues , sinners redeemes , Solicites pardon for a murdring fact : As Dauid dies with , Sonne let them not liue , So Christs yeelds breath with , Father them forgiue . First guiltlesse blood to God most high displeasing , Was that iust mans , which dide by th' hand of Caine , First guiltlesse blood , Gods iustice cheefe appeasing , Was that most righteous , whom the Iewes haue staine , And as the ones blood was a soules damnation , So was the others many soules saluation . The blood of Abel from earths bosome cride , And sounded Iustice , Iustice , through the skies , The blood of Iesus , at the hower he di'de , Vnto his father , Mercy , Mercy , cries , Whereby Gods title of reuenge till then , Turn'd gracious father to repentant men . FINIS .

The death of Death , sinnes Pardon , and soules Ransome . O Sinfull soule , the cause of Iesus passion , Put sorrowes on , and sighing view thy guilt , Bring all thy thoughts , fix them on meditation , weep drops of tears , for streams of blood christ split : Summon thy fostred sins , selfe-hatched euils , And cast them low as hell , they are the deuils . Seat vertue riuall , where vsurping vice Had seaz'd for Sathan to possesse thy heart , And though the traitor flesh from grace intice , Yet yeeld thy sauiour his deere purchast part , The greatest loue that heav'n or earth dooth know , Did heav'ns free-loue on hels bond-slaues bestow . He left his fathers glorious right-hand seat , To liue euen where his earthly footstoole stands , Vnmou'd thereto by our submisse intreat , No suite of clay obtain'd it at his hands , No power in vs , no humane will that sought it , It was his loue , grace freely giuen wrought it . O loue of soules , deaths victor , true life-giuer , What charitie did ouercome thee so , To die , that man might be eternall liuer , Being thine aduerse disobedient foe ? For friends if one should die , were rarely much , But die for foes , the world affoords none such ? An ignominious death , in shames account , Of odious censure , and contempts disgrace , On Caluarie , a stincking dunghill Mount , For murderers the common fatall place . There di'de the Angels brightnesse , God and man , There death was vanquisht , and true life began . Yet there began not Iesus suffering , Nor in the garden with his soules vexation : There he performd victorious conquering , His life was nothing els but stintlesse passion . From cratch to crosse , hee trod a painefull path , Betwixt our guilt , and Gods reuengefull wrath . What paines , their paines to Iesus not impart ? What moment tortures want did he indure ? What anguish addes not to his greeued heart ? What minute was he sorrowlesse , secure ? What age , wherein his troubles were neglected ? What people , but his death cheefly affected ? In eies he suffred monefull showres of teares , His face had spittings and dispightfull blowes , Blasphemous speech vpbraid his sacred eares , Most loathsome carrion stinckes entred his nose , Gaule in his mouth , the holiest hands were bound , Hands , feet , heart , head , were nailed , pierc'd & crownd . From his birth-hower , vntill his life-lost blood , What moment past where in hee did not merite ? What minute scap'd imploiment vnto good , Who did implore his grace , and he deferre it ? How painfully his preaching spent the day , How watchfully his nights were houres to pray . Whom taught this Truth , that him for truth beleeued ? Though truth without his presence ne're was knowne ? With whom did he conuerse and was vngreeued ? How ill intreated euen amongst his owne ? Though foxe and bird could find both hole and nest , Where found his head , reposed place for rest ? Pouertie hee indured in the manger , Warre with the tempter in the wildernesse , Exile in Aegypt , forc'd by tirants danger , And on the way o're-painfull wearinesse , In all his speech and actions , contradictions Laden with wrongs , burdned with dire afflictions . With hungers sword food-giuer was acquainted , And that the stone-presenting deuill saw , At Iacobs well with thirst he wel-nie fainted , While pinching woman stood on tearmes to draw : All wants and woes impos'd vpon him still , And his obedience suffered euery ill . Traitor-led troopes by night did apprehend him , Haling him cruell to the iudgement hall , Where all inflicted torments did offend him , And mockeries to greeue his soule withall , There Iudge was iudg'd , king scorned , priest abus'd , And of all Iust , the Iust vniustly vs'd . Thence to his death , with clamours , shouts , and cries , Theeues at his side , the torturing hangman by him , His crosse ( his burden ) borne before his eies , Hart-launcing Longius , the Centurion nie him , His friends aloofe inuiron'd round with foes , Thus vnto death , soules loue , sweet Iesus goes . Victoriously vpon the dunghill field , He manag'd combate with the roaring Lion , Old serpent , death and hell at once did yeeld , All vanquisht by triumphant lambe of Sion , Performing in that glorious bloodie fight , The euer conquest of infernall might . FINIS .

The wonders at Christs death . THat instant hower the worlds Redeemer di'de , And breathed out his soule vpon the crosse , Heav'ns glorious lampe , abating all his pride , Bewail'd in blacke his murdred makers losse , Turning his splendant beames of gold , to drosse ; The Moone like suted in a sable weed , Mourned for sinnes outragious bloody deed . When Iosua ( Israels valiant captaine ) praid , And in his praier coniuring did command The firmaments bright eie stand still , it staid ▪ Till he was victor of the wickeds band , Waighting vpon Gods battaile then in hand , Yeelding the richest treasure of his light , Lengthning the want of day with day-made night . But here , reflecting light to darkesome change , Shaming to see what shamelesse sinne had done , Was more admir'd to alter kind so strange , Then when he ceas'd his posting course to run , Loue to Gods forces , his bright staying wonne , But now beholding Sathans power preuailing , He turn'd the day to night , in darknesse wailing . At death of Christ , appear'd foure signes of wonder , To euidence diuine and God-like might , The first : The temples vaile did rent in sunder , Next , Sunne and Moone extinguisht both their light , Affoording darknesse to blind Iewish sight : Then flintie stones deuiding , part in twaine : And Saints from graues reuiv'd to life againe . What faithlesse Iew or gracelesse Atheist can With impious tongue , sound out blasphemous breath , Affirming Christ to be but only Man , Whose dietie , wrought wonders after death , Wonders in heauen , strange miracles on earth ? Of each beholders heart , feare tooke possession , And taught the Pagan captain Truths confession . Thou canst not say those workes were Magickes art , From slaunders charge , Christs power diuine is free , His soule was fled , and did before depart , His liuelesse bodie euery eie did see , No charming words by dead tongues vttred be , Thou must of force confesse true God-head by it , Or say that Mallice wilfull doth denie it . FINIS .

The Funerals of Iesus . WHen Iosephs suite had got the Iudges leaue , To take sweet Iesus from the bloodie crosse , Whose blessed life Iewes blindnesse did bereaue , To our eternall gaine , their endlesse losse : Christs night-disciple aidfull did agree , To take his bodie from that guiltie tree . The Virgine mother cheefe in mournefull teares , With holy Maries twaine that stintlesse wept , To Caluarie both sheet and odours beares , There must the sacred funerall be kept , Whom hearts did loue , him with their feet they sought , Teares in their eies , hands myrrhe and aloes brought . Their greefes and labours they deuide in parts , Partaking each t' affoord some needfull thing , True faith and loue , was seated in their hearts , On shoulders ladders , armes the shroud doe bring , Their hands haue ointments , eies with teares abounds , Teares well imploi'd to wash his bloodie wounds . With tired steps they ouertooke the place , Where store of weeping dew moistned the ground , The Sunne was hid , nights darke approcht apace , Greefes did surprise , dolours increase abound , Whom infidels nail'd vp , did pierce and crowne , Faithfull , from Crosse , act holy taking downe . Before the same ( to signe a perfect zeale ) They cast themselues so low as earth gaue leaue , In reuerence of those wounds that only heale All feauer'd soules , blood-salue from thence receaue : Which worship well perform'd , they sighing rise , And towards the crosse all guide plaint-pouring eies . The honourable two old aged men , Aduis'd the rest respect what scanting time Remain'd to annoint , and shroud , and burie , then Their ladders raising , vp the crosse they clime ; Teares , sighs , and sobs , descend ech step they goe , While eies ( wet Orators ) repli'de below . On Iacobs ladder ioifull Angels sing , No iarre their heav'nly musicke did restraine , On Iosephs ladder teares to top they bring , And mournefull sobs send sorrowes downe againe , Those heav'nly quires partake no tunes like this , Christs bitter death , was faultie mans amisse . When hands and feet they carefull did vn-naile , Letting the body downe conieal'd in gore , This was the obiect , Visage wan and pale ▪ Eies turn'd in head , his flesh all rent and tore , Scull boared through , thornes spurting out his braines , Bones out of ioint , and full of broken vaines . Vpon the ground the holy corpes being laid , Most reuer'nt where the shrouding sheet was spred , His blessed Mother full of woes dismaid , Renew'd her plaints with showers of teares she shed : Whom Iudas sold for thirty pence aliue , To buy him dead , her pearled drops did striue . The taske of Sorrowes equall to deuide , At Iesus head laments his pensiue mother , Ioseph with Nichodemus at one side . And both the Maries place them at the other , Thus bout the mangled corpes these mourners stands With teares in eies , with ointments in their hands . Wken kneeling round , the bodie they inclose , Prepar'd with baulme , and readie to annoint it , Viewing blew wales , that came of Iewish blowes , Rupture of nailes , wan flesh , how they disioint it : Compassion , pittie , loue , with true remorse , Inuited all their eies to wash the corse . Their knees with humble seruice lowly bowing , Their hands embaulme him , wounded , rent and tore , Their eies no mangled part vnwasht allowing , Their hearts with worship , God and man adore , Both knees and hands , with hearts and watry eies , All sorrow laden , tir'd with sighs and cries . For deepe-made wounds , and torturing cruell blowes , No small expence of ointments could suffise : But bountie on that holy worke bestowes Plentie of odours in such liberall wise , Their baulme to couer him inough had bin , And teares might serue to haue baptis'd him in . His glorious bodie shrouded in the sheet On which to be embaulmed they did lay him , With binding clothes , wrapt whole from head to feet , To be inter'd , his seruant Saints conuay him Only in armes good Iesus dead they haue , Within their hearts he liues being borne to graue . O mournefull trod , where comforts paths are failing , Deaths bed must haue eternall life in keeping , Joseph goes sighing , Magdalen bewailing , Ther 's Iohn laments , and Nichodemus weeping , The blessed virgins eies like fountaines run , Left wofull widdow to her murdred son . What pens report can tell her sorrowing heart That saw her sonne , the only of her wombe , Before her eies pay death , mans foule desert , And with her armes assist him to the tombe ? What sorrowes mappe like sorrow ere exprest ? What eies like teares , what teares like greefes profest . Her liquid eies stroue each t' exceed the other , By sighs her mone , by teares her woe appeares , She weepes , yet is the mirth of heav'ns mother , Virgine in office , young in tender yeares , Filled with grace , eternities Princesse , Excelling in perfections holinesse . O Sunne whose shine is heav'ns eternall bright , Of funerall pompe why art thou destitute , Borne to thy graue , without one candles light , Or Clergie , night precedent institute : Thy birth was simple , void of worldly pride ; And in thy buriall , cost was laid aside . Oh heav'ns riches , mercies fountaine head , When thou wast borne , no house thy parents haue , Thy life was poore , thy death without a bed , Thy buriall was in Iosephs borrowed graue , Thou didst indure our paines , sinnes purchase , hell ; Thou louedst soules , lost soules , so wondrous well . Though Salomon was Israels crowne successour , And gain'd his kingly fathers state and throne ; Of Dauids mercy seemes he no possessour , Funerall cost , or teares we read of none : But Scriptures recommend the honour done In Iacobs buriall , by his gratefull sonne . The great Priest Simon caused to bee made , A monument of curious carued stones , Wherein his bodie after life was laid , And eke his brethren Machabes their bones : But tombe for Christ was in his life vnknowne , And for him dead his mother knew of none . No earthly care , soules loue to him was sweeter , When vnto Iohn the virgine was commended , His enemies to Mercie , church to Peter , His soule to Father , saying All is ended : No speech he vs'd , nor any order gaue For costly funerals or a sumptuous graue . With greefes , attaining to the garden place , From which oft staies to weepe and wipe did let , Pensiue distrest , in most perplexed case , The shrouding sheet all moistned , slacke and wet ( Not with the dew descending from the skies ) With teares that rained from their shouring eies . Oh glorious hearbes this garden plot did beare , Oh holy ground trod in this iournies paines , Not for the oile of Oliues growing there , But sanctified by blood from Iesus vaines , O earth whereon true loue and greefes combine , Blood from the sonne , teares from the mothers eyen . The tombe prepar'd wherein hee should bee laid , From which although great paine the stone remooued , Yet farre exceed the suites intreatie made Before his mother yeelds her deere beloued , Still they solicite , still her loues denie him , Vntill on knees with price of teares , they buy him . The brothers sonne intreats his holie aunt , Persuasiue reasoning humbly dooth beseech , Times breuitie , good Ladie , mooues your graunt , Let eies doe more with teares then tongues with speech : Vpon detaining , now no longer stand , Darke sable night leads dangers by the hand . If foes should wrong vs , bootlesse we to striue , How can poore three our Lords dead corse defend , Twelue could not guard him when he was aliue , Giue license this last seruice take an end , Much troubles cease , when by free will is done , That which constraint well nere dispence to shunne . Thou friend of God incline to vs at length , Let our weake words o'recome thy loues the stronger , Our hearts want comforts , all our members strength , Our teares are spent , eies dri'de can weepe no longer , Sorrow that holds vs for her lawfull prize , Hath left not one poore teare to taske our eies . Wearie with importunitie and weeping , A most vnwilling leaue the Virgine gaue , Yeelding her sonne to the sepulchres keeping , Her sweetest loue to deaths most bitter graue , Like as from Golgotha , they brought him thether , All helpe , all sigh , all put him in together . Thus being laid into his bed of stone , By liquid eies , and hearts of sorrowing flesh , Instead of earth their teares were poured on , A last farewell greefes cesternes yeeld afresh : There left they Iesus that sinnes burden beares , Wept , wrapt , annointed , bath'd in streames of teares . FINIS .