The life and death of the most blessed among women, the Virgin Mary mother of our Lord Iesus VVith the murder of the infants in Bethlehem, Iudas his treason, and the confession of the good theife and the bad.
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             The life and death of the most blessed among women, the Virgin Mary mother of our Lord Iesus VVith the murder of the infants in Bethlehem, Iudas his treason, and the confession of the good theife and the bad.
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           THE
           LIFE
           AND
           DEATH
           of
           the
           most
           blessed
           among
           women
           ,
           the
           Virgin
           MARY
           Mother
           of
           our
           LORD
           IESVS
           .
           VVith
           the
           Murder
           of
           the
           Infants
           in
           Bethlehem
           ,
           Iudas
           his
           Treason
           ,
           and
           the
           Confession
           of
           the
           good
           Theife
           and
           the
           bad
           .
        
         
         
           Printed
           at
           London
           by
           
             G.
             E.
          
           and
           are
           to
           be
           sold
           at
           Christ-church
           gate
           .
           1620.
           
        
      
       
         
         
         
           TO
           THE
           RIGHT
           HONOVRABLE
           AND
           truly
           vertuous
           Lady
           ,
           the
           Noble
           Patronesse
           of
           good
           endeuours
           ,
           MARY
           Countesse
           of
           Buckingham
           .
        
         
           
             
               
                 Right
                 Honourable
                 Madam
                 :
              
            
             
               AS
               the
               Graces
               ,
               the
               Vertues
               ,
               the
               Senses
               ,
               and
               the
               Muses
               ,
               are
               emblemed
               ,
               or
               alluded
               to
               your
               noble
               sex
               ,
               and
               
               as
               all
               these
               haue
               ample
               residence
               in
               your
               worthy
               disposition
               :
               To
               whō
               then
               but
               to
               your selfe
               ,
               being
               a
               Lady
               in
               goodnes
               compleat
               ,
               should
               I
               commit
               the
               patronage
               of
               the
               memory
               of
               the
               great
               Lady
               of
               Ladyes
               ,
               Mother
               to
               the
               high
               and
               mighty
               Lord
               of
               Lords
               ?
               And
               though
               I
               (
               a
               Taylor
               )
               haue
               not
               apparell'd
               
               her
               in
               such
               garments
               of
               elocution
               and
               ornated
               stile
               ,
               as
               befits
               the
               glory
               and
               eminency
               of
               the
               least
               part
               of
               her
               Excellency
               ,
               yet
               I
               beseech
               your
               Honor
               to
               accept
               her
               for
               her
               own
               worth
               ,
               and
               her
               Sonnes
               worthinesse
               :
               which
               Sonne
               of
               hers
               ,
               by
               his
               owne
               merits
               ,
               and
               the
               powerfull
               mercy
               of
               his
               Father
               ,
               I
               
               heartily
               implore
               to
               giue
               your
               Honour
               a
               participation
               of
               his
               gracious
               Mothers
               eternall
               felicitie
               .
            
             
               
                 Your
                 Honors
                 ,
                 in
                 all
                 humble
                 seruice
                 to
                 be
                 commanded
                 .
                 IOHN
                 TAILOR
                 .
              
            
          
        
      
       
         
         
           The
           Argument
           ,
           and
           cause
           of
           this
           Poem
           .
        
         
           BEing
           lately
           in
           Antwerpe
           ,
           it
           was
           my
           fortune
           to
           ouerlooke
           an
           old
           printed
           Booke
           in
           prose
           ,
           which
           I
           haue
           turned
           into
           Verse
           ,
           of
           the
           life
           ,
           death
           &
           buriall
           of
           our
           blessed
           Lady
           :
           wherin
           I
           read
           many
           things
           worthy
           of
           obseruation
           ,
           and
           many
           things
           friuolous
           and
           impertinent
           ;
           out
           of
           the
           which
           I
           haue
           (
           like
           a
           Bee
           )
           suck't
           the
           sacred
           hony
           of
           the
           best
           authorities
           of
           Scriptures
           ,
           and
           Fathers
           which
           I
           best
           credited
           ,
           and
           I
           haue
           left
           the
           poyson
           
           of
           Antichristianisme
           to
           those
           where
           I
           found
           it
           (
           whose
           stomackes
           can
           better
           disgest
           it
           ,
           )
           I
           put
           it
           to
           the
           Presse
           ,
           presuming
           it
           shall
           be
           accepted
           of
           pious
           Protestants
           and
           charitable
           Catholikes
           ;
           as
           for
           luke-warme
           Neutralists
           that
           are
           neyther
           hot
           nor
           cold
           ,
           they
           doe
           offend
           my
           appetite
           ,
           and
           therefore
           vp
           with
           them
           .
           The
           schismaticall
           Separatist
           ,
           I
           haue
           many
           times
           discoursed
           with
           him
           ,
           and
           though
           he
           be
           but
           a
           Botcher
           or
           a
           Button-maker
           ,
           and
           at
           the
           most
           ,
           a
           lumpe
           of
           opinionated
           ignorance
           ,
           yet
           hee
           
           will
           seeme
           to
           wring
           the
           Scriptures
           to
           his
           opinions
           ,
           and
           presume
           to
           know
           more
           of
           the
           mysteries
           of
           Religion
           ,
           then
           any
           of
           our
           Reuerend
           learned
           Bishops
           and
           Doctors
           .
        
         
           I
           know
           this
           worke
           will
           be
           vnrelished
           in
           the
           pestiferous
           pallates
           of
           the
           dogmaticall
           Amsterdammatists
           ;
           but
           I
           do
           ,
           must
           ,
           and
           will
           acknowledge
           a
           most
           reuerend
           honor
           and
           regard
           vnto
           the
           sacred
           memory
           of
           this
           blessed
           virgin
           Lady
           ,
           Mother
           of
           our
           Lord
           and
           Redeemer
           Iesus
           ;
           and
           in
           my
           thoughts
           she
           shall
           euer
           haue
           superlatiue
           respect
           aboue
           all
           
           Angels
           ,
           Principalities
           ,
           Patriarkes
           ,
           Prophets
           ,
           Apostles
           ,
           Euangelists
           or
           Saints
           whatsoeuer
           ,
           vnder
           the
           blessed
           Trinity
           ;
           yet
           (
           mistake
           me
           not
           )
           as
           there
           is
           a
           difference
           betwixt
           the
           Immortall
           Creator
           ,
           and
           a
           mortall
           creature
           ,
           so
           (
           whilst
           I
           haue
           warrant
           sufficient
           from
           God
           himselfe
           ,
           to
           inuocate
           his
           Name
           onely
           )
           I
           will
           not
           giue
           man
           ,
           Saint
           ,
           or
           Angell
           any
           honour
           that
           may
           be
           derogatory
           to
           his
           eternall
           Maiestie
           .
        
         
           As
           amongst
           Women
           she
           was
           blest
           aboue
           all
           ,
           being
           aboue
           all
           full
           of
           Grace
           ,
           so
           amongst
           
           Saints
           I
           beleeue
           she
           is
           supreame
           in
           Glory
           :
           and
           it
           is
           an
           infallible
           truth
           ,
           that
           as
           the
           Romanists
           doe
           dishonour
           her
           much
           by
           their
           superstitious
           honourable
           seeming
           attributes
           ;
           so
           on
           the
           other
           part
           ,
           it
           is
           hellish
           and
           odious
           to
           God
           and
           good
           men
           ,
           either
           to
           forget
           her
           ,
           or
           (
           which
           is
           worse
           )
           to
           remember
           her
           with
           impure
           thoughts
           ,
           or
           vnbeseeming
           speech
           for
           the
           excellency
           of
           so
           deuine
           a
           Creature
           .
           I
           confesse
           my selfe
           the
           meanest
           of
           men
           ,
           and
           most
           vnworthy
           of
           all
           to
           write
           of
           her
           that
           was
           the
           best
           of
           Women
           ,
           but
           my
           
           hope
           is
           ,
           that
           Charity
           will
           couer
           my
           faults
           ,
           and
           accept
           of
           my
           good
           meaning
           ,
           especially
           hauing
           endeuoured
           and
           striuen
           to
           doe
           my
           best
           :
           So
           wishing
           all
           hearts
           to
           giue
           this
           holy
           Virgin
           such
           honour
           as
           may
           be
           pleasing
           to
           God
           ;
           which
           is
           ,
           that
           all
           should
           patterne
           their
           liues
           to
           her
           lifes
           example
           ,
           in
           lowlinesse
           and
           humility
           ,
           and
           then
           they
           shall
           be
           exalted
           where
           shee
           is
           in
           Glory
           ,
           with
           eternity
           .
        
         
           Iohn
           Taylor
           .
        
      
    
     
       
         
         
           THE
           LIFE
           AND
           DEATH
           OF
           THE
           most
           blessed
           amongst
           all
           Women
           ,
           the
           Virgin
           Mary
           the
           Mother
           of
           our
           Lord
           IESVS
           CHRIST
           .
        
         
           BEfore
           the
           Fire
           ,
           Ayre
           ,
           Water
           ,
        
         
           Earth
           were
           fram'd
           ;
        
         
           Sunne
           ,
           Moone
           ,
           or
           any
           thing
           vnnam'd
           or
           nam'd
           ;
        
         
           God
           was
           ,
           who
           nere
           shall
           end
           ,
           nor
           nere
           beganne
           ,
        
         
           To
           whom
           all
           ages
           and
           all
           time
           's
           a
           spanne
           :
        
         
           By
           whose
           appointment
           each
           thing
           fades
           or
           growes
           ,
        
         
           And
           whose
           eternall
           knowledge
           all
           things
           knowes
           .
        
         
         
           When
           Adams
           sinne
           pluckt
           downe
           supernall
           ire
           ,
        
         
           And
           Iustice
           iudg'd
           him
           to
           eternall
           fire
           :
        
         
           Then
           Mercy
           did
           the
           execution
           stay
           ,
        
         
           And
           the
           great
           price
           of
           mans
           great
           debt
           did
           pay
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           a
           woman
           tempted
           man
           to
           vice
           ,
        
         
           For
           which
           they
           both
           were
           thrust
           from
           Paradise
           :
        
         
           So
           from
           a
           woman
           was
           a
           Sauiours
           birth
           ,
        
         
           That
           purchas'd
           Man
           a
           heauen
           for
           losse
           of
           earth
           :
        
         
           Our
           blest
           Redeemers
           mother
           ,
           that
           blest
           she
           ,
        
         
           Before
           the
           world
           (
           by
           God
           )
           ordain'd
           to
           be
        
         
           A
           chosen
           vessell
           ,
           fittest
           of
           all
           other
           ,
        
         
           To
           be
           the
           Sonne
           of
           Gods
           most
           gracious
           mother
           .
        
         
           Shee
           is
           the
           theame
           that
           doth
           my
           Muse
           inuite
           ,
        
         
           Vnworthy
           of
           such
           worthinesse
           to
           write
           .
        
         
           I
           will
           no
           prayers
           not
           inuocations
           frame
           ,
        
         
           For
           intercession
           to
           this
           heauenly
           Dame
           :
        
         
           Nor
           to
           her
           name
           one
           fruitlesse
           word
           shall
           runne
           ,
        
         
           To
           be
           my
           Mediatresse
           to
           her
           Sonne
           ;
        
         
         
           But
           to
           th'
           eternall
           Trinity
           alone
           ,
        
         
           I
           le
           sing
           ,
           I
           le
           sigh
           ,
           I
           le
           inuocate
           and
           mone
           .
        
         
           I
           prize
           no
           creatures
           glory
           at
           that
           rate
           ,
        
         
           The
           great
           Creators
           praise
           t'extenuate
           .
        
         
           But
           to
           th'
           Almighty
           ,
           (
           
             ancient
             of
             all
             dayes
          
           ,
           )
        
         
           Be
           all
           dominion
           ,
           honour
           ,
           laud
           and
           prayse
           .
        
         
           I
           write
           the
           blest
           conception
           ,
           birth
           ,
           and
           life
           ,
        
         
           Of
           this
           beloued
           Mother
           ,
           Virgin
           ,
           Wife
           :
        
         
           The
           ioyes
           ,
           the
           griefes
           ,
           the
           death
           and
           buriall
           place
        
         
           Of
           her
           most
           glorious
           ,
           gracious
           ,
           full
           of
           grace
           .
        
         
           Her
           father
           Ioachim
           a
           vertuous
           man
           ,
        
         
           Had
           long
           liu'd
           childlesse
           with
           his
           wife
           S.
           Anne
           ,
        
         
           And
           both
           of
           them
           did
           zealously
           intend
           ,
        
         
           If
           God
           did
           euer
           sonne
           or
           daughter
           send
           ,
        
         
           That
           they
           to
           him
           would
           dedicate
           it
           solely
        
         
           To
           be
           his
           seruant
           and
           to
           liue
           most
           holy
           :
        
         
           God
           heard
           and
           granted
           freely
           their
           request
           ,
        
         
           And
           gaue
           them
           Mary
           (
           of
           that
           sex
           the
           best
           .
           )
        
         
         
           At
           three
           yeares
           age
           ,
           she
           to
           the
           Temple
           went
           ,
        
         
           And
           there
           eleuen
           yeares
           in
           deuotion
           spent
           :
        
         
           At
           th'
           end
           of
           foureteene
           yeares
           it
           came
           to
           passe
           ,
        
         
           This
           virgin
           vnto
           Ioseph
           spoused
           was
           :
        
         
           Then
           after
           foure
           months
           time
           was
           past
           and
           gone
           ,
        
         
           Th'
           Almighty
           sent
           from
           his
           tribunall
           throne
           ,
        
         
           His
           great
           Ambassador
           ,
           which
           did
           vnfold
        
         
           The
           greatest
           ambassage
           euer
           yet
           was
           told
           ,
        
         
           Hayle
           MARY
           full
           of
           heauenly
           grace
           
             (
             quoth
             he
          
           )
        
         
           The
           
             (
             high
             omnipotent
          
           )
           Lord
           is
           with
           thee
           ,
        
         
           
             Blest
             amongst
             women
          
           (
           by
           Gods
           gracious
           dombe
           )
        
         
           And
           blessed
           be
           the
           fruit
           of
           thy
           blest
           wombe
           .
        
         
           The
           Angels
           presence
           ,
           and
           the
           words
           he
           sayd
           ,
        
         
           This
           sacred
           vndefiled
           Maid
           dismaide
           ,
        
         
           Amazed
           ,
           mused
           what
           this
           message
           meant
           ,
        
         
           And
           wherefore
           God
           this
           messenger
           had
           sent
           .
        
         
           
             Feare
             not
          
           (
           said
           Gabriel
           )
           MARY
           (
           most
           renownd
           )
        
         
           Thou
           with
           thy
           gracious
           God
           hast
           fauour
           found
           ,
        
         
         
           For
           loe
           ,
           thou
           shalt
           conceiue
           and
           beare
           a
           Sonne
           ,
        
         
           (
           By
           whom
           redemption
           and
           saluation's
           wonne
           )
        
         
           And
           thou
           his
           
             (
             sauing
          
           )
           name
           shalt
           IESVS
           call
           ,
        
         
           Because
           heel
           'e
           come
           to
           saue
           his
           people
           all
           .
        
         
           She
           humbly
           ,
           mildly
           heauens
           high
           Nuntius
           heares
           ,
        
         
           But
           yet
           to
           be
           resolu'd
           of
           doubts
           and
           feares
           ,
        
         
           How
           can
           these
           things
           
             (
             quoth
             she
          
           )
           accomplisht
           be
           ,
        
         
           When
           no
           man
           hath
           knowledge
           had
           with
           mee
           ?
        
         
           
             The
             Holy
             Ghost
          
           (
           the
           Angell
           then
           replide
           )
        
         
           
             Shall
             come
             vpon
             thee
          
           (
           and
           thy
           God
           and
           guide
           )
        
         
           The
           power
           of
           the
           most
           High
           shall
           shadow
           thee
           ,
        
         
           That
           holy
           thing
           that
           of
           thee
           borne
           shall
           bee
           ,
        
         
           Shall
           truely
           called
           be
           the
           Sonne
           of
           God
           ,
        
         
           By
           whom
           sin
           ,
           death
           ,
           and
           hell
           ,
           shall
           downe
           be
           trod
           .
        
         
           Then
           MARY
           to
           these
           speeches
           did
           accord
           ,
        
         
           
             And
             said
          
           ,
           Behold
           the
           hand-maid
           of
           the
           Lord.
        
         
           Be
           it
           to
           me
           according
           to
           thy
           will
           ,
        
         
           I
           am
           thine
           owne
           obedient
           seruant
           still
           .
        
         
         
           This
           being
           said
           ,
           she
           tun'd
           her
           Angell
           tongue
           ,
        
         
           My
           soule
           doth
           magnifie
           the
           Lord
           ,
           
             (
             she
             sung
          
           )
        
         
           My
           spirit
           ,
           and
           all
           my
           faculties
           ,
           and
           voyce
           ,
        
         
           In
           God
           my
           Sauiour
           solely
           doth
           reioyce
           :
        
         
           For
           though
           mans
           sinnes
           prouoke
           his
           grieuous
           wrath
           ,
        
         
           His
           humble
           hand-maid
           he
           remembred
           hath
           .
        
         
           For
           now
           behold
           from
           this
           time
           henceforth
           shall
        
         
           All
           generations
           me
           right
           blessed
           call
           :
        
         
           He
           that
           is
           mighty
           me
           hath
           magnifide
           ,
        
         
           And
           holy
           is
           his
           name
           :
           his
           mercies
           bide
        
         
           On
           them
           that
           feare
           him
           (
           
             to
             prouoke
             his
             rage
          
           )
        
         
           Throughout
           the
           spacious
           world
           ,
           from
           age
           to
           age
           .
        
         
           With
           his
           strong
           arme
           he
           hath
           shewed
           strength
           and
           batterd
           ,
        
         
           The
           proud
           &
           their
           imaginations
           scatterd
           .
        
         
           He
           hath
           put
           downe
           the
           mighty
           from
           their
           seat
           ,
        
         
           The
           meeke
           and
           humble
           he
           exaulted
           great
           ,
        
         
           To
           fill
           the
           hungry
           he
           is
           prouident
           ,
        
         
           When
           as
           the
           rich
           away
           are
           empty
           sent
           :
        
         
         
           His
           mercies
           promis'd
           Abraham
           and
           his
           seed
           .
        
         
           He
           hath
           remembred
           ,
           and
           helpe
           Israels
           need
           .
        
         
           This
           Song
           she
           sung
           with
           hart
           and
           holy
           spright
           ,
        
         
           To
           laud
           her
           Makers
           mercy
           and
           his
           might
           :
        
         
           And
           the
           like
           song
           ,
           sung
           with
           so
           sweet
           a
           straine
        
         
           Was
           neuer
           ,
           nor
           shall
           e'er
           be
           sung
           againe
           .
        
         
           When
           Mary
           by
           the
           Angels
           speech
           perceiu'd
        
         
           How
           old
           Elizabeth
           a
           childe
           conceiu'd
           ,
        
         
           To
           see
           her
           straight
           her
           pious
           minde
           was
           bent
           ,
        
         
           And
           to
           Ierusalem
           in
           three
           dayes
           she
           went.
        
         
           And
           as
           the
           Virgin
           (
           comne
           from
           Nazareth
           )
        
         
           Talk't
           with
           her
           kinswoman
           Elizabeth
           ,
        
         
           
             Iohn
             Baptist
          
           ,
           then
           vnnam'd
           an
           vnborne
           boy
           ,
        
         
           Did
           in
           his
           mothers
           belly
           leape
           with
           ioy
           :
        
         
           Both
           Christ
           and
           Iohn
           vnborne
           ,
           yet
           Iohn
           knew
           there
        
         
           His
           great
           Redeemer
           and
           his
           God
           was
           neere
           .
        
         
           When
           Ioseph
           his
           pure
           wife
           with
           childe
           espide
           ,
        
         
           And
           knew
           he
           neuer
           her
           accompanide
           ,
        
         
         
           His
           heart
           was
           sad
           ,
           he
           knew
           not
           what
           to
           say
           ,
        
         
           But
           in
           suspect
           would
           put
           her
           quite
           away
           .
        
         
           Then
           from
           the
           high
           Almighty
           Lord
           supreame
           ,
        
         
           An
           Angell
           came
           to
           Ioseph
           in
           a
           Dreame
           ,
        
         
           And
           said
           ;
           
             Feare
             not
             with
          
           Mary
           
             to
             abide
          
           ,
        
         
           For
           that
           which
           in
           her
           blest
           wombe
           doth
           recide
           ,
        
         
           Is
           by
           the
           Holy
           Ghost
           in
           wonder
           done
           ,
        
         
           For
           of
           thy
           Wife
           there
           shall
           be
           borne
           a
           Sonne
           ,
        
         
           From
           him
           alone
           Redemption
           all
           begins
           ,
        
         
           And
           he
           shall
           saue
           his
           people
           from
           their
           sinnes
           .
        
         
           This
           being
           said
           ,
           the
           Angell
           past
           away
           ,
        
         
           And
           Ioseph
           with
           his
           Wife
           and
           Maid
           did
           stay
           :
        
         
           Then
           he
           and
           she
           with
           speed
           prepared
           them
           ,
        
         
           To
           goe
           to
           Dauids
           City
           Bethelem
           ,
        
         
           Through
           winters
           weather
           ,
           frost
           ,
           &
           winde
           &
           snow
        
         
           Foure
           weary
           dayes
           in
           trauell
           they
           bestow
           .
        
         
           But
           when
           to
           Bethlem
           they
           approched
           were
        
         
           Small
           friendship
           &
           lesse
           welcom
           they
           found
           there
           :
        
         
         
           No
           Chamber
           ,
           nor
           no
           fire
           to
           warme
           them
           at
           ,
        
         
           For
           harbour
           onely
           they
           a
           stable
           gat
           :
        
         
           The
           Inne
           was
           full
           of
           more
           respected
           guests
           ,
        
         
           Of
           Drunkards
           ,
           Swearers
           ,
           and
           of
           Godlesse
           beasts
           ,
        
         
           Those
           all
           had
           roomes
           whilst
           Glory
           and
           all
           Grace
           ,
        
         
           (
           But
           amongst
           beasts
           )
           could
           haue
           no
           lodging
           place
           ▪
        
         
           There
           (
           by
           protection
           of
           th'
           Almighties
           wings
           )
        
         
           Was
           borne
           the
           Lord
           of
           Lords
           and
           King
           of
           Kings
           ,
        
         
           Our
           God
           with
           vs
           ,
           our
           great
           Emanuel
           ,
        
         
           Our
           Iesus
           ,
           and
           our
           vanquisher
           of
           hell
           .
        
         
           There
           in
           a
           Cratch
           a
           Iewell
           was
           brought
           forth
           ,
        
         
           More
           thē
           ten
           thousand
           thousand
           worlds
           in
           worth
           ,
        
         
           There
           did
           the
           Humane
           nature
           and
           Diuine
           ,
        
         
           The
           Godhead
           with
           the
           Manhood
           both
           combine
           :
        
         
           There
           was
           this
           Maiden
           Mother
           brought
           to
           bed
           ,
        
         
           Where
           Oxen
           ,
           Kine
           and
           Horses
           lodg'd
           and
           fed
           ;
        
         
           There
           this
           bright
           Queen
           of
           Queens
           with
           heauenly
           ioy
           ,
        
         
           Did
           hug
           her
           Lord
           ,
           her
           life
           ,
           her
           God
           ,
           her
           Boy
           .
        
         
         
           Her
           Sonne
           ,
           her
           Sauiour
           ,
           her
           immortall
           blisse
           ,
        
         
           Her
           sole
           Redeemer
           ,
           She
           might
           rocke
           and
           kisse
           .
        
         
           Oh
           blessed
           Lady
           ,
           of
           all
           Ladies
           blest
           :
        
         
           Blessed
           for
           euer
           ,
           for
           thy
           sacred
           brest
        
         
           Fed
           him
           that
           all
           the
           famisht
           soules
           did
           feed
           ,
        
         
           Of
           the
           lost
           sheepe
           of
           Israells
           forlorne
           seed
           .
        
         
           A
           Stable
           being
           Heauen
           and
           Earths
           great
           Court.
        
         
           When
           forty
           dayes
           were
           ended
           in
           that
           sort
           ,
        
         
           This
           Virgin
           Mother
           ,
           and
           this
           Mayden
           Bride
           ,
        
         
           (
           All
           pure
           )
           yet
           by
           the
           Law
           was
           purifide
           .
        
         
           Old
           Simeon
           being
           in
           the
           Temple
           than
           ,
        
         
           He
           saw
           the
           Sonne
           of
           God
           ,
           and
           Sonne
           of
           Man.
        
         
           He
           in
           his
           aged
           armes
           the
           Babe
           imbrac't
           ,
        
         
           And
           ioying
           in
           his
           heart
           he
           so
           was
           grac't
           ,
        
         
           He
           with
           these
           words
           wisht
           that
           his
           life
           might
           cease
        
         
           Lord
           let
           thy
           Seruant
           now
           depart
           in
           peace
           ,
        
         
           Mine
           eyes
           haue
           seens
           thy
           great
           Saluation
           ,
        
         
           My
           loue
           ,
           my
           Iesus
           ,
           my
           Redemption
           ,
        
         
         
           Vnto
           the
           Gentiles
           euerlasting
           light
           ,
        
         
           To
           Israell
           the
           glory
           and
           the
           might
           .
        
         
           Hope
           ,
           Faith
           ,
           and
           zeale
           ,
           truth
           ,
           constancy
           and
           loue
           ,
        
         
           To
           sing
           this
           song
           did
           good
           old
           Simeon
           moue
           .
        
         
           Then
           turning
           to
           our
           Lady
           most
           diuine
           ,
        
         
           Thy
           Sonne
           
             (
             said
             he
          
           )
           shall
           once
           stand
           for
           a
           signe
           ,
        
         
           And
           he
           shall
           be
           the
           cause
           that
           many
           shall
           ▪
        
         
           By
           faith
           or
           vnbeleefe
           arise
           or
           fall
           .
        
         
           He
           shall
           be
           raild
           vpon
           without
           desert
           ,
        
         
           And
           then
           shall
           sorrowes
           sword
           peirce
           through
           thy
           heart
           ▪
        
         
           As
           Iesus
           fame
           grew
           dayly
           more
           and
           more
           ,
        
         
           The
           Tyrant
           Herod
           it
           amazed
           sore
           ,
        
         
           The
           Sages
           said
           ,
           borne
           was
           great
           Iudaes
           King
           ,
        
         
           Which
           did
           vsurping
           Herod●
           conscience
           sting
           :
        
         
           For
           Herod
           was
           an
           Id●mean
           base
           ,
        
         
           Not
           of
           the
           Kings
           of
           Iudahs
           royall
           Race
           ;
        
         
           And
           hearing
           one
           of
           Dauids
           true
           borne
           Line
        
         
           Was
           borne
           ,
           he
           fear'd
           his
           State
           he
           should
           resigne
           :
        
         
         
           And
           well
           he
           knew
           he
           kept
           the
           Iewes
           in
           awe
           ,
        
         
           With
           slauish
           feare
           not
           loue
           gainst
           right
           and
           law
           .
        
         
           For'tis
           most
           true
           :
           "
           A
           Prince
           that
           's
           fear'd
           of
           many
           ,
        
         
           Must
           many
           feare
           ,
           and
           scarce
           be
           lou'd
           of
           any
           .
           "
        
         
           Herod
           beleaguer'd
           with
           doubts
           ,
           feares
           and
           woes
           ,
        
         
           That
           Iesus
           should
           him
           of
           his
           Crowne
           dispose
           ,
        
         
           He
           chaf't
           and
           vext
           ,
           and
           almost
           grew
           starke
           mad
           ,
        
         
           To
           vsurpation
           he
           did
           murther
           adde
           :
        
         
           An
           Edict
           sprung
           from
           his
           hell
           hatched
           braine
           ,
        
         
           Commanding
           all
           male
           Infants
           should
           be
           slaine
           ,
        
         
           Of
           two
           yeares
           old
           and
           vnder
           through
           the
           Land
           ,
        
         
           Supposing
           Iesus
           could
           not
           scape
           his
           hand
           .
        
         
           But
           God
           so
           Ioseph
           downe
           an
           Angell
           sent
           ,
        
         
           Commanding
           him
           by
           flight
           he
           should
           preuent
        
         
           The
           Murderers
           malice
           ,
           and
           to
           Egypt
           flye
           ,
        
         
           To
           saue
           our
           Sauiour
           from
           his
           tyrannie
           .
        
         
           Our
           blessed
           Lady
           with
           a
           carefull
           flight
           ,
        
         
           Her
           blessed
           Babe
           away
           did
           beare
           by
           night
           ;
        
         
         
           Whilst
           Bethelem
           with
           bloody
           villaines
           swarmes
           ,
        
         
           That
           murdered
           Infants
           in
           their
           Mothers
           armes
           :
        
         
           Some
           slaughter'd
           in
           their
           Cradles
           ,
           some
           in
           bed
           ,
        
         
           Some
           at
           the
           Dugg
           ,
           some
           newly
           borne
           strook
           dead
           ,
        
         
           Some
           sweetly
           fast
           asleepe
           ,
           some
           smiles
           awake
           ,
        
         
           All
           butcher'd
           for
           their
           Lord
           and
           Sauiours
           sake
           :
        
         
           Their
           wofull
           Mothers
           madly
           heere
           and
           there
           ,
        
         
           Ran
           rending
           of
           their
           cheeks
           ,
           their
           eyes
           ,
           and
           hayre
           ,
        
         
           The
           Tyrant
           they
           with
           execrations
           curst
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           despaire
           ,
           to
           desperate
           Acts
           out-burst
           :
        
         
           Some
           all
           in
           fury
           end
           their
           wofull
           liues
        
         
           By
           banefull
           poyson
           ,
           halters
           ,
           or
           by
           kniues
           :
        
         
           And
           some
           to
           sorrow
           were
           so
           fast
           combind
           ,
        
         
           They
           wept
           ,
           and
           wept
           ,
           and
           wept
           themselues
           starke
           blind
           :
        
         
           And
           being
           blinde
           ,
           (
           to
           lengthen
           out
           their
           mones
           )
        
         
           They
           peic'd
           their
           sorrows
           out
           with
           sighs
           &
           grones
           .
        
         
           Thus
           with
           vnceasing
           griefe
           in
           many
           a
           Mother
           ,
        
         
           Teares
           ,
           sighs
           and
           grones
           ,
           did
           one
           succeed
           the
           other
           .
        
         
         
           But
           till
           the
           tyrant
           Herods
           dayes
           were
           done
           ,
        
         
           The
           Virgin
           staid
           in
           Egypt
           with
           her
           sonne
           .
        
         
           Then
           blacke
           to
           Nazareth
           they
           return'd
           againe
           .
        
         
           When
           twelue
           yeares
           age
           our
           Sauiour
           did
           attaine
           ,
        
         
           Her
           Sonne
           ,
           her selfe
           ,
           her
           husband
           ,
           all
           of
           them
        
         
           Together
           traueld
           to
           Ierusalem
           ;
        
         
           The
           Virgin
           there
           much
           sorrow
           did
           endure
           ,
        
         
           The
           most
           pure
           mother
           lost
           her
           Childe
           more
           pure
           ,
        
         
           Three
           daies
           with
           heauy
           harts
           ,
           with
           care
           &
           thought
        
         
           Their
           best
           belou'd
           they
           diligently
           sought
           .
        
         
           But
           when
           she
           found
           her
           Lord
           she
           held
           most
           deare
           ,
        
         
           Ioy
           banisht
           griefe
           ,
           and
           loue
           exiled
           feare
           .
        
         
           There
           in
           the
           Temple
           Iesus
           did
           confute
        
         
           The
           greatest
           Hebrew
           Doctors
           in
           dispute
           .
        
         
           But
           Doctors
           all
           are
           dunces
           in
           this
           case
           ,
        
         
           To
           parley
           with
           th'
           eternall
           Sonne
           of
           Grace
           :
        
         
           Th'
           immortall
           mighty
           Wisedome
           and
           the
           Word
        
         
           Can
           make
           all
           humane
           sapience
           meere
           absurd
           .
        
         
         
           Soone
           after
           this
           (
           as
           ancient
           writers
           say
           )
        
         
           God
           tooke
           the
           Virgins
           virgin-spouse
           away
           ,
        
         
           Good
           Ioseph
           di'de
           and
           went
           to
           th'heauenly
           rest
           ,
        
         
           Blest
           by
           th'
           Almighties
           mercy
           'mongst
           the
           blest
           .
        
         
           Thus
           Mary
           was
           of
           her
           Good-Man
           bereft
           ,
        
         
           A
           Widow
           ,
           Maiden
           ,
           Mother
           being
           left
           ,
        
         
           In
           holy
           contemplation
           she
           did
           spend
        
         
           Her
           life
           ,
           for
           such
           a
           life
           as
           ne're
           shall
           end
           .
        
         
           Search
           but
           the
           Scriptures
           as
           our
           Sauiour
           bid
           ,
        
         
           There
           shall
           you
           finde
           the
           wonders
           that
           he
           did
           :
        
         
           As
           first
           how
           he
           (
           by
           his
           high
           power
           diuine
           )
        
         
           At
           Canaa
           turned
           water
           into
           wine
           :
        
         
           How
           he
           did
           heale
           the
           blind
           ,
           deafe
           ,
           dumb
           and
           lame
           :
        
         
           How
           with
           his
           word
           he
           windes
           and
           seas
           did
           tame
           :
        
         
           How
           he
           from
           men
           possest
           ,
           fiends
           dispossest
           :
        
         
           How
           he
           to
           all
           that
           came
           gaue
           ease
           and
           rest
           :
        
         
           How
           with
           two
           fishes
           ,
           and
           fiue
           loaues
           of
           bread
           ,
        
         
           He
           fed
           fiue
           thousand
           :
           how
           he
           rais'd
           the
           dead
           :
        
         
         
           How
           all
           things
           that
           he
           euer
           did
           or
           taught
           ,
        
         
           Past
           ,
           and
           surpast
           all
           that
           ere
           taught
           or
           wrought
           :
        
         
           And
           by
           these
           miracles
           ,
           he
           sought
           each
           way
        
         
           To
           draw
           soules
           to
           him
           ,
           too
           long
           gone
           astray
           ,
        
         
           At
           last
           approacht
           the
           full
           prefixed
           time
           ,
        
         
           That
           Gods
           blest
           Sonne
           must
           die
           for
           mans
           curst
           crime
           ,
        
         
           Then
           Iesus
           to
           Ierusalem
           did
           goe
           ,
        
         
           And
           left
           his
           mother
           full
           of
           griefe
           and
           woe
           ,
        
         
           Oh
           woe
           of
           woes
           ,
           and
           griefe
           surpassing
           griefe
           ,
        
         
           To
           see
           her
           Sauiour
           captiu'd
           as
           a
           theefe
           :
        
         
           Her
           loue
           (
           beyond
           all
           loues
           )
           her
           Lord
           ,
           her
           all
           ,
        
         
           Into
           the
           hands
           of
           sinfull
           slaues
           to
           fall
           .
        
         
           If
           but
           a
           mother
           haue
           a
           wicked
           son
           ,
        
         
           That
           hath
           to
           all
           disordered
           orders
           runne
           ,
        
         
           As
           treasons
           ,
           rapes
           ,
           blasphemings
           ,
           murder
           ,
           theft
           ,
        
         
           And
           by
           the
           law
           must
           be
           of
           life
           bereft
           ;
        
         
           Yet
           though
           he
           suffer
           iustly
           by
           desert
           ,
        
         
           His
           suffering
           surely
           wounds
           his
           mothers
           heart
           .
        
         
         
           Suppose
           a
           woman
           hath
           a
           vertuous
           child
           ,
        
         
           Religious
           ,
           honest
           ,
           and
           by
           nature
           milde
           ,
        
         
           And
           he
           must
           be
           to
           execution
           brought
           ,
        
         
           For
           some
           great
           fault
           he
           neuer
           did
           nor
           thought
           ,
        
         
           And
           she
           behold
           him
           when
           to
           death
           hee
           's
           put
           ,
        
         
           Then
           sure
           tormenting
           griefe
           her
           heart
           must
           cut
           .
        
         
           These
           griefes
           are
           all
           as
           nothing
           vnto
           this
           ,
        
         
           Of
           this
           blest
           mother
           of
           Eternall
           blisse
           :
        
         
           Her
           gracious
           Sonne
           that
           neuer
           did
           amisse
           ,
        
         
           His
           gracelesse
           seruant
           ,
           with
           a
           Iudas
           kisse
           ,
        
         
           Betraid
           him
           vnto
           misbeleeuing
           slaues
           ,
        
         
           Where
           he
           was
           led
           away
           with
           bills
           and
           staues
           .
        
         
           To
           
             Annas
             ,
             Caiphas
             ,
             Pilat
          
           ,
           and
           to
           those
           ,
        
         
           That
           to
           th'
           immortall
           God
           were
           mortall
           foes
           .
        
         
           Ah
           Iudas
           couldest
           thou
           make
           so
           base
           account
        
         
           Of
           him
           ,
           whose
           worth
           doth
           heauen
           and
           earth
           surmount
           ?
        
         
           Didst
           thou
           esteeme
           of
           ●0
           paltry
           pence
           ,
        
         
           More
           then
           the
           life
           of
           the
           Eternall
           Prince
           ?
        
         
         
           O
           monstrous
           blindnesse
           ,
           that
           for
           so
           small
           gaine
        
         
           Souldst
           endlesse
           blisse
           to
           buy
           perpetuall
           paine
           .
        
         
           Is
           't
           possible
           damn'd
           auarice
           could
           compell
        
         
           Thee
           sell
           heauens
           kingdome
           for
           the
           sincke
           of
           hell
           ?
        
         
           Our
           father
           Adam
           vnto
           all
           our
           woes
           ,
        
         
           Did
           for
           an
           Apple
           blessed
           Eden
           lose
           :
        
         
           And
           Esau
           borne
           a
           Lord
           ,
           yet
           like
           a
           slaue
        
         
           His
           birth-right
           for
           a
           messe
           of
           pottage
           gaue
           :
        
         
           And
           poore
           Ghehezi
           telling
           of
           a
           lye
           ,
        
         
           His
           couetousnesse
           gain'd
           his
           leprosie
           .
        
         
           And
           though
           the
           text
           their
           deeds
           do
           disalow
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           they
           made
           better
           matches
           farre
           then
           thou
           .
        
         
           I
           do
           not
           here
           impute
           this
           deed
           of
           shame
        
         
           On
           Iudas
           ,
           because
           Iudas
           was
           his
           name
           :
        
         
           For
           of
           that
           name
           there
           haue
           beene
           men
           of
           might
           ,
        
         
           Who
           the
           great
           battels
           of
           the
           Lord
           did
           fight
           ;
        
         
           And
           others
           more
           .
           But
           sure
           this
           impure
           blot
        
         
           Stickes
           to
           him
           ,
           as
           hee
           's
           nam'd
           Iskarryott
           ;
        
         
         
           For
           in
           an
           
             Anagram
             Iskarryott
          
           is
        
         
           By
           letters
           transposition
           ,
           
             traytor
             kis
          
           .
        
         
           ISKARRYOTT
           Anagramma
           TRAYTOR
           KIS.
           
        
         
           KIsse
           Traytor
           ,
           kisse
           with
           an
           intent
           to
           kill
           ,
        
         
           And
           cry
           all
           haile
           ,
           when
           thou
           dost
           meane
           al
           ill
           ;
        
         
           And
           for
           thy
           fault
           no
           more
           shall
           Iudas
           be
        
         
           A
           name
           of
           treason
           and
           foule
           Infamie
           ,
        
         
           But
           all
           that
           fault
           I
           'le
           on
           Iskarryot
           throw
           ,
        
         
           Because
           the
           Anagram
           explanes
           it
           so
           .
        
         
           Iskarryot
           ,
           for
           a
           bribe
           ,
           and
           with
           a
           kisse
           ,
        
         
           betraid
           his
           Maister
           ,
           the
           blest
           King
           of
           blisse
           ;
        
         
           And
           after
           (
           but
           too
           late
           )
           with
           conscience
           wounded
           ,
        
         
           Amaz'd
           ,
           and
           in
           his
           senses
           quite
           confounded
           ,
        
         
         
           With
           crying
           woe
           ,
           woe
           ,
           woe
           on
           woe
           on
           me
           ,
        
         
           I
           haue
           betraid
           my
           Maister
           for
           a
           fee
           ,
        
         
           Oh
           I
           haue
           sinned
           ,
           sinned
           past
           compare
           ,
        
         
           And
           want
           of
           grace
           &
           faith
           ,
           plucks
           on
           despaire
           ▪
        
         
           Oh
           too-too
           late
           it
           is
           to
           call
           for
           grace
           !
        
         
           What
           shall
           I
           doe
           ?
           where
           is
           some
           secret
           place
           ,
        
         
           That
           I
           might
           shield
           me
           from
           the
           wrath
           of
           God
           ?
        
         
           I
           haue
           deseru'd
           his
           euerlasting
           rod.
        
         
           Then
           farewell
           grace
           ,
           and
           faith
           ,
           and
           hope
           and
           loue
           ,
        
         
           You
           are
           the
           guifts
           of
           the
           great
           God
           aboue
           ,
        
         
           You
           onely
           on
           th'elect
           attendants
           be
           ;
        
         
           Despaire
           ,
           hell
           ,
           horror
           ,
           terror
           is
           for
           me
           ,
        
         
           My
           haynous
           sinne
           is
           of
           such
           force
           and
           might
        
         
           'T
           will
           empt
           th'exchequer
           of
           Gods
           mercy
           quite
           :
        
         
           And
           therefore
           for
           his
           mercy
           I
           'le
           not
           call
           ;
        
         
           But
           to
           my
           iust
           deseru'd
           perdition
           fall
           .
        
         
           I
           still
           most
           gracelesse
           ,
           haue
           all
           grace
           withstood
           ,
        
         
           And
           now
           I
           haue
           betraide
           the
           guiltlesse
           bloud
           .
        
         
         
           My
           Lord
           and
           Maister
           I
           haue
           sold
           for
           pelfe
           ,
        
         
           This
           hauing
           said
           ,
           despairing
           hang'd
           himselfe
           .
        
         
           There
           we
           leaue
           him
           ,
           and
           now
           must
           be
           exprest
        
         
           Something
           of
           her
           ,
           from
           whom
           I
           haue
           digrest
           .
        
         
           The
           Virgins
           heart
           with
           thousand
           griefes
           was
           nipt
           ,
        
         
           To
           see
           her
           Sauiour
           flouted
           ,
           hated
           ,
           whipt
           ,
        
         
           Despitefulnesse
           beyond
           despight
           was
           vs'd
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           abuse
           ,
           past
           all
           abuse
           abus'd
           :
        
         
           His
           apprehension
           grieu'd
           her
           heart
           full
           sore
           ,
        
         
           His
           cruell
           scourges
           grieu'd
           her
           ten
           times
           more
           ,
        
         
           &
           when
           his
           blessed
           head
           with
           thorns
           was
           crown'd
        
         
           Then
           flouds
           of
           griefe
           on
           griefe
           ,
           her
           soule
           did
           woūd
           ,
        
         
           But
           then
           redoubled
           was
           her
           griefe
           and
           feare
           ,
        
         
           When
           to
           his
           death
           his
           Crosse
           she
           saw
           him
           beare
           ,
        
         
           And
           lastly
           (
           but
           alas
           not
           least
           nor
           last
           )
        
         
           When
           he
           vpon
           the
           tree
           was
           nayled
           fast
           ,
        
         
           With
           bitter
           tears
           ,
           &
           deepe
           heart-wounding
           grones
           ,
        
         
           With
           sobs
           ,
           and
           sighs
           ,
           this
           maiden
           Mother
           mones
           ,
        
         
         
           What
           tongue
           or
           pen
           can
           her
           great
           griefe
           vnfold
        
         
           When
           Christ
           said
           ,
           Woman
           now
           thy
           Sonne
           behold
           ?
        
         
           That
           voyce
           (
           like
           Ice
           in
           Iune
           )
           more
           cold
           and
           chill
           ▪
        
         
           Did
           dangerously
           wound
           ,
           and
           almost
           kill
           :
        
         
           Then
           (
           as
           old
           Simeon
           prophesied
           before
           )
        
         
           The
           sword
           of
           sorrow
           through
           her
           heart
           did
           gore
           ,
        
         
           And
           if
           't
           were
           possible
           all
           womens
           woes
           ,
        
         
           One
           woman
           could
           within
           her
           brest
           enclose
           ,
        
         
           They
           were
           but
           puffes
           ,
           sparks
           ,
           moale-hils
           ,
           drops
           of
           raine
        
         
           To
           whirl-winds
           ,
           meteors
           ,
           kingdomes
           or
           the
           main
           ,
        
         
           Vnto
           the
           woes
           ,
           griefes
           ,
           sorrowes
           ,
           sighes
           and
           teares
           ,
        
         
           Sobs
           ,
           gronings
           ,
           terrors
           ,
           and
           a
           world
           of
           feares
           ,
        
         
           Which
           did
           beset
           this
           Virgin
           on
           each
           side
           ,
        
         
           When
           as
           her
           Sonne
           ,
           her
           Lord
           and
           Sauiour
           di'de
           .
        
         
           Thus
           he
           ,
           to
           whom
           compar'd
           ,
           all
           things
           are
           drosse
           ,
        
         
           Humbled
           himselfe
           to
           death
           ,
           euen
           to
           the
           Crosse
           :
        
         
           He
           that
           said
           
             Let
             there
             be
          
           ,
           and
           there
           was
           light
           ,
        
         
           He
           that
           made
           all
           things
           with
           his
           mighty
           might
           ,
        
         
         
           He
           by
           whom
           all
           things
           haue
           their
           life
           and
           breath
           ,
        
         
           He
           humbled
           himselfe
           vnto
           the
           death
           ;
        
         
           Vnto
           the
           death
           of
           the
           curst
           crosse
           :
           this
           he
           ,
        
         
           This
           he
           ,
           this
           he
           of
           hee
           s
           did
           stoope
           for
           me
           :
        
         
           For
           me
           this
           welspring
           of
           my
           soules
           reliefe
           ,
        
         
           Did
           suffer
           death
           ,
           on
           either
           hand
           a
           Theife
           ,
        
         
           The
           one
           of
           them
           had
           run
           a
           theeuing
           race
           ,
        
         
           Rob'd
           God
           of
           glory
           and
           himselfe
           of
           grace
           ;
        
         
           He
           wanted
           liuely
           faith
           to
           apprehend
        
         
           To
           end
           his
           life
           ,
           for
           life
           that
           ne'ere
           shall
           end
           :
        
         
           With
           faithlesse
           doubts
           his
           minde
           is
           armed
           stiffe
           ,
        
         
           And
           doth
           reuile
           our
           Sauiour
           with
           an
           If
           ,
        
         
           If
           that
           thou
           be
           the
           Sonne
           of
           God
           (
           quoth
           he
           )
        
         
           Come
           from
           the
           Crosse
           ,
           and
           saue
           thy selfe
           and
           me
           :
        
         
           The
           other
           Theife
           ,
           arm'd
           with
           a
           sauing
           faith
        
         
           Vnto
           his
           fellow
           turn'd
           ,
           and
           thus
           he
           saith
           :
        
         
           Thou
           guilty
           wretch
           ,
           this
           man
           is
           free
           and
           cleare
        
         
           From
           any
           crime
           for
           which
           he
           suffers
           here
           :
        
         
         
           We
           haue
           offended
           ,
           we
           haue
           iniur'd
           many
           ,
        
         
           But
           this
           man
           yet
           did
           neuer
           wrong
           to
           any
           ▪
        
         
           We
           iustly
           are
           condemn'd
           ,
           he
           false
           accus'd
           ▪
        
         
           He
           hath
           all
           wrong
           ,
           all
           right
           to
           vs
           is
           vs'd
           ,
        
         
           He
           's
           innocent
           ,
           so
           are
           not
           thou
           and
           I
           ;
        
         
           We
           by
           the
           law
           are
           iustly
           iudg'd
           to
           die
           :
        
         
           Thus
           the
           good
           theife
           euen
           at
           his
           latest
           cast
        
         
           Contrary
           to
           a
           theife
           spake
           truth
           at
           last
           :
        
         
           And
           looking
           on
           our
           Sauiour
           faithfully
           ,
        
         
           (
           Whilst
           Christ
           beheld
           him
           with
           a
           gracious
           eye
           )
        
         
           These
           blest
           words
           were
           his
           prayers
           totall
           summe
           ,
        
         
           O
           Lord
           when
           thou
           shalt
           to
           thy
           kingdome
           come
        
         
           
             Remember
             me
          
           .
           Our
           Sauiour
           answer'd
           then
        
         
           (
           A
           doctrine
           to
           confute
           despairing
           men
           )
        
         
           Thou
           (
           who
           by
           liuely
           faith
           laist
           hold
           on
           me
           )
        
         
           This
           day
           in
           Paradise
           with
           me
           shal●
           be
           .
        
         
           Thus
           as
           this
           Theifes
           life
           was
           by
           theft
           supply'd
           ,
        
         
           So
           now
           he
           stole
           Heauens
           Kingdome
           when
           he
           dy'd
           .
        
         
         
           And
           I
           doe
           wish
           all
           Christians
           to
           agree
           ,
        
         
           Not'liue
           as
           ill
           ,
           but
           dye
           as
           well
           as
           he
           :
        
         
           Presumptious
           sinnes
           are
           no
           way
           here
           excus'd
           ,
        
         
           For
           here
           but
           one
           was
           sau'd
           ,
           and
           one
           refus'd
           :
        
         
           Despaire
           for
           sinnes
           ,
           hath
           here
           no
           rule
           or
           ground
           ,
        
         
           For
           as
           here
           's
           one
           was
           lost
           ,
           so
           one
           was
           found
           ,
        
         
           To
           teach
           vs
           not
           to
           sinne
           with
           wilfull
           pleasure
           ,
        
         
           And
           put
           repentance
           off
           ,
           to
           our
           last
           leasure
           :
        
         
           To
           shew
           vs
           (
           though
           we
           liu'd
           like
           Iewes
           &
           Turks
           )
        
         
           Yet
           Gods
           great
           mercy
           is
           aboue
           his
           workes
           .
        
         
           To
           warne
           vs
           not
           '
           presume
           ,
           or
           to
           despaire
           ,
        
         
           Heer
           's
           good
           example
           in
           this
           theiuing
           paire
           .
        
         
           These
           seas
           of
           care
           (
           with
           zealous
           fortitude
           )
        
         
           This
           Virgin
           pas'd
           amongst
           the
           multitude
           .
        
         
           (
           Oh
           gracious
           patterne
           of
           a
           sex
           so
           bad
           )
        
         
           Oh
           the
           supernall
           patience
           that
           she
           had
           ,
        
         
           Her
           zeale
           ,
           her
           constancy
           ,
           her
           truth
           ,
           her
           loue
           ,
        
         
           The
           very
           best
           of
           women
           her
           doth
           proue
           .
        
         
         
           Maids
           ,
           wiues
           ,
           &
           mothers
           ,
           all
           conforme
           your
           liues
        
         
           To
           hers
           ,
           the
           best
           of
           women
           ,
           maids
           ,
           or
           wiues
           .
        
         
           But
           as
           her
           Sonnes
           death
           made
           her
           woes
           abound
           ,
        
         
           His
           Resurrection
           all
           griefe
           did
           confound
           :
        
         
           She
           saw
           him
           vanquish't
           and
           in
           glorious
           ,
        
         
           And
           after
           saw
           him
           Victor
           most
           victorious
           :
        
         
           She
           saw
           him
           in
           contempt
           to
           lose
           his
           breath
           ,
        
         
           And
           after
           that
           she
           saw
           him
           conquer
           death
           :
        
         
           She
           saw
           him
           (
           blest
           )
           a
           cursed
           death
           to
           dye
           ,
        
         
           And
           after
           saw
           him
           rise
           triumphantly
           :
        
         
           Thus
           she
           that
           sorrowed
           most
           had
           comfort
           most
           ,
        
         
           Ioy
           doubly
           did
           returne
           ,
           for
           gladnes
           lost
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           before
           her
           torments
           tyranniz'd
           ,
        
         
           Her
           ioy
           could
           after
           not
           be
           equaliz'd
           ;
        
         
           Her
           Sonnes
           (
           all
           wondred
           )
           resurrection
           ,
        
         
           Her
           Sauiours
           glorious
           ascention
           ,
        
         
           And
           last
           the
           holy
           Ghost
           from
           heauen
           sent
           downe
           ,
        
         
           These
           mighty
           mercies
           all
           her
           ioyes
           did
           crowne
           .
        
         
         
           Suppose
           a
           man
           that
           were
           exceeding
           poore
        
         
           Had
           got
           a
           thousand
           tunnes
           of
           golden
           ore
           ,
        
         
           How
           would
           his
           heart
           be
           lifted
           vp
           with
           mirth
           ,
        
         
           At
           this
           great
           masse
           of
           treasure
           (
           most
           part
           earth
           )
        
         
           But
           to
           be
           rob'd
           of
           all
           in
           's
           height
           of
           glory
           ,
        
         
           Would
           not
           this
           lucklesse
           man
           be
           much
           more
           sory
        
         
           Then
           euer
           he
           was
           glad
           ?
           for
           in
           the
           minde
           ,
        
         
           Griefe
           more
           then
           ioy
           doth
           most
           abiding
           finde
           .
        
         
           But
           then
           suppose
           that
           after
           all
           this
           losse
           ,
        
         
           The
           gold
           is
           well
           refined
           from
           the
           drosse
           ,
        
         
           And
           as
           the
           poore
           man
           doth
           his
           losse
           complaine
           ,
        
         
           His
           wealth
           (
           more
           pure
           )
           should
           be
           restor'd
           againe
           .
        
         
           Amid'st
           his
           passions
           (
           in
           this
           great
           reliefe
           )
        
         
           I
           doubt
           not
           but
           his
           ioy
           would
           conquer
           griefe
           .
        
         
           Euen
           so
           our
           blessed
           Lady
           hauing
           lost
        
         
           Her
           ioy
           ,
           her
           Iewell
           she
           esteemed
           most
           ,
        
         
           Her
           all
           in
           all
           ,
           the
           heauen
           and
           earths
           whole
           treasure
           ,
        
         
           Her
           gracious
           heart
           was
           grieued
           out
           of
           measure
           ,
        
         
         
           But
           when
           she
           found
           in
           him
           triumphant
           state
           ,
        
         
           No
           tongue
           or
           pen
           her
           ioy
           could
           then
           relate
           :
        
         
           She
           lost
           him
           poore
           and
           bare
           ,
           and
           dead
           ,
           and
           cold
           ,
        
         
           She
           found
           him
           rich
           ,
           most
           glorious
           to
           behold
           :
        
         
           She
           lost
           him
           when
           vpon
           his
           backe
           was
           hurld
           ,
        
         
           The
           burthen
           of
           the
           sinnes
           of
           all
           the
           world
           :
        
         
           She
           lost
           him
           mortall
           ,
           and
           immortall
           found
           him
           ,
        
         
           for
           crown
           of
           thorns
           ,
           a
           crown
           of
           glory
           crownd
           him
           .
        
         
           Thus
           all
           her
           griefes
           ,
           her
           losse
           ,
           her
           cares
           and
           paine
           ,
        
         
           Return'd
           with
           ioyes
           inestimable
           gaine
           .
        
         
           But
           now
           a
           true
           relation
           I
           will
           make
        
         
           How
           this
           blest
           Virgin
           did
           the
           world
           forsake
           ,
        
         
           T'
           is
           probable
           ,
           that
           as
           our
           Sauiour
           bid
        
         
           Saint
           Iohn
           to
           take
           her
           home
           ,
           that
           so
           he
           did
           ,
        
         
           And
           it
           may
           be
           suppos'd
           she
           did
           abide
        
         
           With
           him
           ,
           and
           in
           his
           house
           vntill
           she
           di'de
           .
        
         
           Iohn
           did
           out
           liue
           th'Apostles
           euery
           one
           ,
        
         
           For
           when
           Domitian
           held
           th'
           Emperiall
           throne
           ,
        
         
         
           To'th
           Ile
           of
           Pathmos
           he
           was
           banisht
           then
           ,
        
         
           And
           there
           the
           Reuelation
           he
           did
           pen
           ,
        
         
           But
           whilst
           Iohn
           ar
           Ierusalem
           did
           stay
           ,
        
         
           God
           tooke
           the
           blessed
           Virgins
           life
           away
           ,
        
         
           For
           after
           Christs
           ascension
           it
           appeares
           ,
        
         
           She
           on
           the
           earth
           suruiued
           fifteene
           yeares
           ,
        
         
           Full
           sixty
           three
           in
           all
           she
           did
           indure
           ,
        
         
           A
           sad
           ,
           glad
           pilgrimage
           ,
           a
           life
           most
           pure
           :
        
         
           At
           sixty
           three
           yeares
           age
           ,
           her
           life
           did
           fade
           ,
        
         
           Her
           soule
           (
           most
           gracious
           )
           was
           most
           glorious
           made
        
         
           Where
           with
           her
           Son
           ,
           her
           Sauiour
           ,
           her
           Lord
           God
           ,
        
         
           She
           euerlastingly
           hath
           her
           abode
           ,
        
         
           In
           such
           fruition
           of
           immortall
           glory
           ,
        
         
           Which
           cannot
           be
           discrib'd
           in
           mortall
           story
           :
        
         
           There
           mounted
           (
           meeke
           )
           she
           sits
           in
           Maiestie
           ,
        
         
           Exalted
           there
           is
           her
           humility
           ,
        
         
           There
           she
           that
           was
           adorned
           full
           of
           Grace
           ▪
        
         
           Beholds
           her
           Maker
           and
           Redeemers
           face
           .
        
         
         
           And
           there
           is
           she
           amongst
           all
           blessed
           spirits
           )
        
         
           (
           By
           imputation
           of
           our
           Sauiours
           merits
           )
        
         
           She
           there
           shall
           euer
           and
           for
           euer
           sing
        
         
           Eternall
           prayse
           vnto
           th'
           Eternall
           King.
        
         
           When
           she
           had
           payd
           the
           debt
           that
           all
           must
           pay
           ,
        
         
           When
           from
           her
           corps
           her
           soule
           was
           past
           away
           :
        
         
           To
           Getsemany
           ,
           with
           lamenting
           cheare
           ,
        
         
           Her
           sacred
           body
           on
           the
           beere
           they
           beare
           .
        
         
           There
           in
           the
           earth
           a
           Iewell
           was
           interd
           ,
        
         
           That
           was
           before
           all
           earthly
           wights
           preferd
           ,
        
         
           That
           holy
           wife
           ,
           that
           mother
           ,
           that
           pure
           maid
           ,
        
         
           At
           Getsemany
           in
           her
           graue
           was
           laid
           .
        
         
           
             Lenuoy
             .
          
           
             This
             worke
             deserues
             the
             worke
             of
             better
             wit
             ,
          
           
             But
             I
             (
             like
             Pilate
             )
             say
             ,
             What
             's
             writ
             is
             writ
             :
          
           
             If
             it
             be
             lik'd
             :
             poore
             artles
             I
             am
             glad
             ,
          
           
             And
             Charity
             I
             hope
             will
             mend
             what
             's
             bad
             .
          
           
           
             I
             know
             my selfe
             the
             meanest
             amongst
             men
             ,
          
           
             The
             most
             vnlearned'st
             that
             ere
             handled
             pen
             :
          
           
             But
             as
             it
             is
             into
             the
             world
             I
             send
             it
             ,
          
           
             And
             therefore
             pray
             commend
             it
             ,
             or
             come
             mend
             it
             ▪
          
           
             FINIS
             .