The highest Heaven, the earth, and seas,
And all that is within them found,
Because he sent thee us to ease,
With mirthful songs his praise resound.

We also, who redeemed are

With thy pure blood from sinful state, For this thy birth-day will prepare

New hymns this feast to celebrate.

Glory, O Lord, be given to thee,

Whom the unspotted Virgin bore; And glory to thee, Father, be,

And th' Holy Ghost, for evermore.

HYMN UPON THE INNOCENTS.

HAIL you, sweet babes! that are the flow'rs, Whom, when you life begin to taste,

The enemy of Christ devours,

As whirlwinds down the roses cast:

First sacrifice to Christ you went,

Of offer'd lambs a tender sort; With palms and crowns, you innocent Before the sacred altar sport,

UPON THE SUNDAYS IN LENT.

HYMN.

O MERCIFUL Creator, hear

Our pray'rs to thee devoutly bent, Which we pour forth with many a tear In this most holy fast of Lent.

Thou mildest searcher of each heart,

Who know'st the weakness of our strength, To us forgiving grace impart,

Since we return to thee at length.

Much have we sinned, to our shame;
But spare us, who our sins confess;
And, for the glory of thy name,
To our sick souls afford redress.

Grant that the flesh may be so pin'd
By means of outward abstinence,
As that the sober watchful mind

May fast from spots of all offence.

Grant this, O blessed Trinity!

Pure Unity, to this incline-
That the effects of fasts may be
A grateful recompense for thine.

Let thine own goodness to thee bend,
That thou our sins may'st put to flight;
Spare us and, as our wishes tend,
O satisfy us with thy sight!

May'st thou our joyful pleasures be,
Who shall be our expected gain;
And let our glory be in thee,
While any ages shall remain.

HYMN FOR WHITSUNDAY.

CREATOR, Holy Ghost, descend;
Visit our minds with thy bright flame;
And thy celestial grace extend

To fill the hearts which thou didst frame:

Who Paraclete art said to be,

Gift which the highest God bestows; Fountain of life, fire, charity,

Ointment whence ghostly blessing flows.

Thy sevenfold grace thou down dost send, Of God's right hand thou finger art; Thou, by the Father promised,

Unto our mouths dost speech impart.

In our dull senses kindle light;

Infuse thy love into our hearts; Reforming with perpetual light Th' infirmities of fleshly parts.

Far from our dwelling drive our foe,
And quickly peace unto us bring;

Be thou our guide, before to go,
That we may shun each hurtful thing.

Be pleased to instruct our mind,

To know the Father and the Son; The Spirit, who them both doth bind, Let us believe while ages run.

To God the Father glory great,
And to the Son, who from the dead
Arose, and to the Paraclete,
Beyond all time imagined.

ON THE ASCENSION DAY,

O JESU, who our souls dost save,
On whom our love and hopes depend;
God from whom all things being have,
Man when the world drew to an end;

What clemency thee vanquish'd so,
Upon thee our foul crimes to take,
And cruel death to undergo,

That thou from death us free might make?

ON THE

TRANSFIGURATION OF OUR LORD,

THE SIXTH OF AUGUST.

A HYMN.

ALL you that seek Christ, let your sight
Up to the height directed be,
For there you may the sign most bright
Of everlasting glory see.

A radiant light we there behold,

Endless, unbounded, lofty, high; Than Heaven or that rude heap more old Wherein the world confus'd did lie.

The Gentiles this great prince embrace; The Jews obey this king's command, Promis'd to Abraham and bis race

A blessing while the world shall stand.

By mouths of prophets free from lyes,

Who seal the witness which they bear, His Father bidding testifies

That we should him believe and hear.

Glory, O Lord, be given to thee,

Who hast appear'd upon this day; And glory to the Father be,

And to the Holy Ghost, for aye.

ON THE

FEAST OF ST. MICHAEL THE ARCHANGEL.

To thee, O Christ! thy Father's light,

· Life, virtue, which our heart inspires,
In presence of thine angels bright,
We sing with voice and with desires:
Ourselves we mutually invite,
To melody with answering choirs.

With reverence we these soldiers praise,
Who near the heavenly throne abide ;
And chiefly him whom God doth raise,
His strong celestial host to guide-
Michael, who by his power dismays
And beateth down the Devil's pride.

PETER,

AFTER THE DENIAL OF HIS MASTER.

LIKE to the solitary pelican,

The shady groves, I haunt, and deserts wild,
Amongst wood's burgesses; from sight of man,
From Earth's delight, from mine own self exil'd.
But that remorse, which with my fall began,
Relenteth not, nor is by change turn'd mild;
But rends my soul, and, like a famish'd child,
Renews its cries, though nurse does what she can.
Look how the shrieking bird that courts the night
In ruin'd wall doth lurk, and gloomy place :
Of Sun, of Moon, of stars, I shun the light,
Not knowing where to stay, what to embrace :
How to Heaven's lights should I lift these of mine,
Sith I denied him who made them shine!

ON THE VIRGIN MARY.

THE Woful Mary, 'midst a blubber'd band Of weeping virgins, near unto the tree Where God death suffer'd, man from death to free,

Like to a plaintful nightingale did stand, Which sees her younglings reft before her eyes, And hath nought else to guard them, save her cries:

Love thither had her brought, and misbelief Of these sad news, which charg'd her mind to fears; But now her eyes, more wretched than her tears, Bear witness (ah, too true!) of feared grief: Her doubts made certain did her hopes destroy, Abandoning her soul to black annoy.

Long fixing downcast eyes on earth, at last She longing them did raise (O torturing sight!) To view what they did shun, their sole delight Imbru'd in his own blood, and naked plac'd To sinful eyes; naked, save that black veil Which Heaven him shrouded with, that did bewail.

It was not pity, pain, grief, did possess The mother, but an agony more strange: Cheeks' roses in pale lilies straight did change; Her sp'rits, as if she bled his blood, turn'd less; When she him saw, woe did all words deny, And grief her only suffer'd sigh, O my!

"O my dear Lord and Son!" then she began; "Immortal birth, though of a mortal born; Eternal bounty, which doth Heav'n adorn;

Without a mother, God; a father, man! Ab what hast thou deserv'd? what hast thou done,

Thus to be treat? Woe's me, my son, my son!

"Who bruis'd thy face, the glory of this all? Who eyes engor'd, load-stars to paradise? Who, as thou wert a trimmed sacrifice,

Did with that cruel crown thy brows impale? Who rais'd thee, whom so oft the angels serv'd, Between those thieves who that foul death deserv'd?

"Was it for this thou bred wast in my womb? Mine arms a cradle serv'd thee to repose? My milk thee fed, as morning dew the rose?

Did I thee keep till this sad time should come, That wretched men should nail thee to a tree, And I a witness of thy pangs must be?

"It is not long, the way's bestrew'd with flow'rs, With shouts to echoing Heav'ns and mountains roll'd, Since, as in triumph, I thee did behold

In royal pomp approach proud Sion's tow'rs: Lo, what a change! Who did thee then embrace, Now at thee shake their heads, inconstant race!

"Eternal Father! from whose piercing eye Hid nought is found that in this all is form'd, Deign to vouchsafe a look unto this round,

This round, the stage of a sad tragedy: Look but if thy dear pledge thou here canst know, On an unhappy tree a shameful show!

"Ah! look if this be he, Almighty King, Before Heav'ns spangled were with stars of gold, Ere world a center had it to uphold,

Whom from eternity thou forth didst bring; With virtue, form, and light who did adorn Sky's radiant globes-see where he hangs a scorn!

"Did all my prayers tend to this? Is this
The promise that celestial herald made
At Nazareth, when full of joy he said,

I happy was, and from thee did me bless?
How am I blest? No, most unhappy I
Of all the mothers underneath the sky.

"How true and of choice oracles the choice Was that blest Hebrew, whose dear eyes in peace Mild death did close ere they saw this disgrace,

When he forespake with more than angel's voice; The Son should (malice sign) be set apart, Then that a sword should pierce the mother's heart!

"But whither dost thou go, life of my soul? O stay a little till I die with thee! And do I live thee languishing to see?

And cannot grief frail laws of life controul? If grief prove weak, come, cruel squadrons, kill The mother, spare the Son, he knows no ill:

JERUSALEM, that place divine,

The vision of sweet peace is nam'd, In Heaven her glorious turrets shine,

Her walls of living stones are fram'd;
While angels guard her on each side,
Fit company for such a bride.

She, deck'd in new attire from Heaven,
Her wedding chamber now descends,
Prepar'd in marriage to be given

To Christ, on whom her joy depends.
Her walls wherewith she is enclos'd,
And streets, are of pure gold compos'd.

The gates, adorn'd with pearls most bright,
The way to hidden glory show;
And thither, by the blessed might
Of faith in Jesus' merits, go
All these who are on Earth distress'd,
Because they have Christ's name profess'd.
These stones the workmen dress and beat,
Before they throughly polish'd are ;
Then each is in his proper seat

Establish'd by the builder's care,
In this fair frame to stand for ever,
So join'd that them no force can sever.

To God, who sits in highest seat,
Glory and power given be;
To Father, Son, and Paraclete,

Who reign in equal dignity;
Whose boundless pow'r we still adore,
And sing their praise for evermore.

SONNETS AND MADRIGALS.

SONNET.

LET Fortune triumph now, and lo sing,
Sith I must fall beneath this load of care;
Let her what most I prize of ev'ry thing
Now wicked trophies in her temple rear.
She who high palmy empires doth not spare,
And tramples in the dust the proudest king;
Let her vaunt how my bliss she did. impair,
To what low ebb she now my flow doth bring:
Let her count how (a new Ixion) me
She in her wheel did turn; how high or low
I never stood, but more to tortur'd be.
Weep soul, weep plaintful soul, thy sorrows know;
Weep, of thy tears till a black river swell,
Which may Cocytus be to this thy Hell.

SONNET.

O NIGHT, clear night, O dark and gloomy day!
O woeful waking! O soul-pleasing sleep!
O sweet conceits which in my brains did creep!
Yet sour conceits which went so soon away.
A sleep I had more than poor words can say;
For, clos'd in arms, methought I did thee keep,
A sorry wretch plung'd in misfortunes deep.
Am I not wak'd, when light doth lyes bewray?
O that that night had ever still been black!
O that that day had never yet begun!
And you, mine eyes, would ye no time saw sun!
To have your sun in such a zodiac:
Lo, what is good of life is but a dream,
When sorrow is a never ebbing stream.

SONNET.

So grievous is my pain, so painful life,
That oft I find me in the arms of death;
But, breath half gone, that tyrant called Death,
Who others kills, restoreth me to life:
For while I think how woe shall end with life,
And that I quiet peace shall 'joy by death,
That thought ev'n doth o'erpow'r the pains of death,
And call me home again to loathed life:
Thus doth mine evil transcend both life and death,
While no death is so bad as is my life,
Nor no life such which doth not end by death,
And Protean changes turn my death and life:
O happy those who in their birth find death,
Sith but to languish Heaven affordeth life.

SONNET.

I CURSE the night, yet do from day me hide,
The Pandionian birds I tire with moans;
The echoes even are wearied with my groans,
Since absence did me from my bliss divide.

Each dream, each toy, my reason doth affright;
And when remembrance reads the curious scroll
Of past contentments caused by her sight,
Then bitter anguish doth invade my soul,
While thus I live eclipsed of her light.
O me! what better am I than the mole ?
Or those whose zenith is the only pole,
Whose hemisphere is hid with so long night?
Save that in earth he rests, they hope for sun;
I pine, and find mine endless night begun.

MADRIGAL.

Poor turtle, thou bemoans

The loss of thy dear love,

And I for mine send forth these smoaking groans. Unhappy widow'd dove!

While all about do sing,

I at the root, thou on the branch above,
Even weary with our moans the gaudy spring;
Yet these our plaints we do not spend in vain,
Sith sighing zephyrs answer us again.

SONNET,

As, in a dusky and tempestuous night,
A star is wont to spread her locks of gold,
And while her pleasant rays abroad are roll'd,
Some spiteful cloud doth rob us of her sight:
Fair soul, in this black age so shin'd thou bright,
And made all eyes with wonder thee behold;
Till ugly Death, depriving us of light,
In his grim misty arms thee did enfold.
Who more shall vaunt true beauty here to see?
What hope doth more in any heart remain,
That such perfections shall his reason rein,
If beauty, with thee born, too died with thee?
World, plain no more of Love, nor count his harms;
With his pale trophies Death has hung his arms.

MADRIGAL

I FEAR not henceforth death,

Sith after this departure yet I breathe.
Let rocks, and seas, and wind,
Their highest treasons show;
Let sky and earth combin'd

Strive (if they can) to end my life and woe;
Sith grief cannot, me nothing can o'erthrow;
Or, if that aught can cause my fatal lot,
It will be when I hear I am forgot.

MADRIGAL.

TRITONS, which bounding dive
Through Neptune's liquid plain,
When as ye shall arrive

With tilting tides where silver Ora plays,
And to your king his wat'ry tribute pays,
Tell how I dying live,

And burn in midst of all the coldest main.

POLEMO-MIDDINIA

INTER VITARVAM ET NEBERNAM.

NYMPHAE, quæ colitis.highissima monta Fifaea,
Seu vos Pittenwema tenent, seu Crelia crofta,
Sive Anstraea domus, ubi nat Haddocus in undis,
Codlineusque ingens, ubi Tleucca et Sketta pererrant
Per costam, et scopulis Lobster monifootus in udis
Creepat, et in mediis ludit Whitenius undis:
Et vos Skipperii, soliti qui per mare greddum
Valde procul lanchare foris, iterumque redire,
Linquite skellatas botas, shippasque picatas,
Whistlantesque simul fechtam memorate bloodæam,
Fechtam terribilem, quam marvellaverat omnis
Banda Deum,quoque Nympharum Cockelsbelearum
Maia ubi sheepifeda, atque ubi Solgoosifera Bassa
Swellant in pelago, cum Sol bootatus Edenum
Postabat radiis madidis et shouribus atris,

Quo viso ad fechtæ noisam cecidere volucres
Ad terram, cecidere grues, plish plashque dedere
Solgoosæ in pelago prope littora Bruntiliana;
Sea-sutor obstupuit, summique in margine saxi
Scartavit prælustre caput, wingasque flapavit;
Quodque magis, alte volitans Heronius ipse
Ingeminans clig clag mediis shitavit in undis.

Namque a principio Storiam tellabimus omnem,
Muckrelium ingentem turbam Vitarva per agros
Nebernæ marchare fecit, et dixit ad illos,
"Ite hodie armati greppis, dryvate caballos
Nebernæ per crofta, atque ipsas ante fenestras.
Quod si forte ipsa Neberna venerit extra,
Warrantabo omnes, et vos bene defendebo."

Hic aderant Geordy Akinhedius, et little Johnus, Et Jamy Richæus, et stout Michel Hendersonus, Qui jolly tryppas ante alios dansare solebat, Et bobbare bene, et lassas kissare bonaeas; Duncan Olyphantus, valde stalvartus, et ejus Filius eldestus jolyboyus, atque oldmoudus, Qui pleugham longo gaddo dryvare solebat; Et Rob Gib wantonus homo, atque Oliver Hutchin, Et ploucky-fac'd Watty Strang, atque in-kneed Alsinder Atken [nium, Et Willy Dick heavy-arstus homo, pigerrimus omQui tulit in pileo magnum rubrumque favorem, Valde lethus pugnare, sed hunc Corngrevius heros Noutheadum vocavit, atque illum forcit ad arma. Insuper hic aderant Tom. Taylor, et Hen. Wat

sonus,

Et Tomy Gilchristus, et fool Jocky Robinsonus
Andrew Alshenderus, et Jamy Tomsonus, et unus
Norland-bornus homo, valde valde Anticovenanter,
Nomine Gordonus, valde blackmoudus, et alter
(Deil stick it ignoro nomen) slavry beardius homo
Qui pottas dightavit, et assas jecerat extra.

Denique præ reliquis Geordeum affatur, et inquit,
Georde mi formane, inter stoutissimus omnes,
Huc ades et crook-saddelos, hemmasque, creilesque,
Brechemmesque simul omnes bindato jumentis;
Amblentemque meum naggum, fattumque mariti
Cursorem, et reliquos trottantes sumito averos.
In cartis yokkato omnes, extrahito muckam
Crofta per et riggas, atque ipsas ante fenestras
Nebernæ, et aliquid sin ipsa contra loquatur,
In sydis tu pone manus, et dicito fart jade.

Nec mora, formannus cunctos flankavit averos, Workmannosque ad workam omnes vocavit, et illi

Extemplo cartas bene fillavere jigantes:
Whistlavere viri, workhorsosque ordine swieros
Drivavere foras, donec iterumque iterumque
Fartavere omnes, et sic turba horrida mustrat,
Haud aliter quam si cum multis Spinola troupis
Proudus ad Ostendam marchasset fortiter urbem.
Interea ante alios Dux Piper Laius heros
Præcedens, magnamque gerens cumburdine pypam
Incipit Hariai cunctis sonare batellum.
Tunc Neberna furens yettam ipsa egressa, vidensque
Muck-cartas transire viam, valde angria facta
Non tulit affrontam tantam, verum, agmine facto,
Convocat extemplo Barowmannos atque Ladæos,
Jackmannumque, Hiremannos, Pleughdrivsters at-
que Pleughmannos,

Tumlantesque simul reckoso ex kitchine boyos,
Hunc qui dirtiferas tersit cum dishclouty dishas,
Hunc qui gruelias scivit bene lickere plettas,
Et saltpannifumos, et widebricatos fisheros,
Hellæosque etiam salteros duxit ab antris,
Coalheughos nigri girnantes more Divelli,
Lifeguardamque sibi sævas vocat improba lassas,
Maggeam magis doctam milkare cowæas,
Et doctam sweepare flooras, et sternere beddas,
Quæque novit spinnare, et longas ducere threedas;
Nansæam, claves bene quæ keepaverat omnes,
Yellantemque Elpen, longobardamque Anapellam,
Fartantemque simul Gyllam, gliedamque Katæam
Egregie indutam blacko caput sooty clouto;
Mammæamque simul vetulam, quæ sciverat apte
Infantum teneras blande oscularier arsas;
Quæque lanam cardare solet greasy-fingria Betty.
Tum demum hungræcos ventres Neberna gruelis
Farsit, et guttas rawsuinibus implet amaris,
Postea newbarmæ ingentem dedit omnibus haustum,
Staggravere omnes, grandesque ad sydera riftas
Barmifumi attollunt, et sic ad prælia marchant.
Nec mora, marchavit foras longo ordine turma,
Ipsa prior Neberna suis stout facta ribaldis,
Rustæum manibus gestans furibunda gulæum:
Tandem Muckreilios vocat ad pell-mellia flaidos.
"Ite, ait, uglæi Fellows, si quis modo posthac
Muckifer has nostras tentet crossare fenestras,
Juro quod ego ejus longum extrahabo thrapelium,
Et totam rivabo faciem, luggasque gulæo hoc
Ex capite cuttabo ferox, totumque videbo
Heartbloodum fluere in terram." Sic verba finivit.
Obstupuit Vitarva diu dirtfluida, sed inde
Couragium accipiens, Muckreilios ordine cunctos
Middini in medio faciem turnare coegit.

O qualem primo fleuram gustasses in ipso
Battelli onsetto! Pugnat Muckreilius Heros
Fortiter, et Muckam per posteriora cadentem
In creilibus shoolare ardet. Sic dirta volavit.

O quale hoc hurly burly fuit, si forte vidisses Pypantes arsas, et flavo sanguine breeckas Dripantes, hominumque heartas ad prælia faintas!

O qualis firy fary fuit, namque alteri nemo
Ne vel footbreddum yerda yieldare volebat,
Stout erat ambò quidem, valdeque hardhearta ca-
terva !

Tum vero e medio Muckdryvster prosilit unus
Gallantæus homo, et greppam minatur in ipsam
Nebernam, (quoniam misere scaldaverat omnes)
Dirtavitque totam peticotam gutture thicko,
Pearlineasque ejus skirtas, silkamque gownæam,
Vasquineamque rubram Mucksherda begariavit.
Et tunc ille fuit valde fain heartus, et ivit
Valde procul, metuens shottam woundumque pro-
fundum.

Sed nec valde procul fuerat revengia in illum;
Extemplo Gillæa ferox invasit, et ejus
In faciem girnavit atrox, et Tigrida facta
Bublentem grippans berdam, sic dixit ad illum:
Vade domum, filthae nequam, aut te interficiabo.
Tunc cum gerculeo magnum fecit Gilly whip-
pum,

Ingentemque manu sherdam levavit, et omnem
Gallantæ hominis gashbeardam besmeariavit;
Sume tibi hoc, inquit, sneezing valde operativum,
Pro præmio, Swingere, tuo; tum denique fleido
Ingentem Gilly wamphra dedit, validamque ne-
vellam,

Ingeminatque iterum, donec his fecerit ignem
Ambobus fugere ex oculis; sic Gylla triumphat.
Obstupuit bombaizdus homo, backumque repente
Turnavit veluti nasus bloodasset; et O fy!
Ter quater exclamat, et ô quam fœde neezavit!
Disjuniumque omne evomuit valde hungrius homo,
Lausavitque supra atque infra, miserabile visu,
Et luggas necko imponens, sic cucurrit absens;
Non audens gimpare iterum, ne worsa tulisset.

Hæc Neberna videns yellavit turpia verba,
Et fy, fy! exclamat, prope nunc victoria losta est.
Nec mora, terribilem fillavit dira canonem,
Elatisque hippis magno cum murmure fartam
Barytonam emisit, veluti Monsmegga cracasset.
Tum vero quackarunt hostes, flightamque repente
Sumpserunt, retrospexit Jackmannus, et ipse
Sheepheadus metuit sonitumque ictumque buleti.

Quod si king Spanius, Philippus nomine, septem Hisce consimiles habuisset forte canones Batterare Sluissam, Sluissam dungasset in assam. Aut si tot magnus Lodovicus forte dedisset Ingentes fartas ad mœnia Montalbana, Ipsam continuo townam dungasset in yerdam:

Exin Corngrevius, wracco omnia tendere videns, Consiliumque meum si non accipitis, inquit, Pulchras scartabo facies, et vos worriabo: Sed needlo per seustram broddatus, inque privatas Partes stobbatus, greitans, lookansque grivate, Barlafumel clamat, et dixit, O Deus! O God! Quid multis? sic fraya fuit, sic guisa peracta est, Una nec interea spillata est droppa cruoris.

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