with free love, I ought no more to be Redeemed, then the damed Devils, Christ is not my debtor, he owes me nothing, but eternall vengeance; neverthelesse, he out of onely strong love, Redeemed me. O this is two Redemptions.2. Drawing by free and strong love is an easie worke, and so is it easie to be drawn;Drawig strog and ea∣sie: consentig to be draw, ad there, an end. because all works of love are easie, as the act of marrying is no great paine, the Solemnities and Ceremonies of marriage are more toylsome thn Marriage it selfe. All the right Mariages in the world are made by love; ad thre is no more, but I consent, I say Amen, to have Christ for my husband, and he saith Hosea 3.3. Captive woman bought for fifteene pieces of silver, and for an homer of barley, and an halfe, thou shalt be for me, and not for another, and I will also be for thee, and ther's an end. Christs chariot runns on wheeles of love, and the pace is soft and sweet.3. The way of loves working through delight is sweet, to the drawn soule, when Christ hands the heart, and the love of Christs soft fingers grasps about the soule, how alluring and cap∣tivating is Christ;The way of loves working through de∣light, is sweet and conquering when he comes in to the heart, his fingers drop pure myrrhe. What honey, or what heaven drops are these? Christs honey-combe was gathered, and made out of that floure that incomparable rose, never planted with hands, out of Christ himselfe, from the bottome of eternity, from the head and root of infinite ages, which have neither head nor bottome, and out of Christ freely loving, freely chusing the creature to himself. Cant. 1.3. Because of the savour of thy good ointments, thy name is as ointment powred forth, therefore doe the Virgins love thee. Cant. 5.11. Christs head is of most fine gold. What thinke ye of the golden and choise eminencies that are in Christ? of a cloth∣ing of increated glory that goes about Christ? Cant. 2.3. I sate downe under his shaddow, wth great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. Christs love casteth so sweet a smell, that his love leades not, but drawes, yet loves cords are softer then oyle. The honey of Christs love was gathered out of the floures that grow in that highest mountaine of roses, a larger field of floures then ten millions of earths, and out of the faire blossomes, and sweet heavenly sop of the tree of life; the glo∣rie of Lebanon, and excellencie of Sharon, is nothing to this. Bring all your senses, see, heare, feele, tast, and smell, what tran∣scendent sweetnesse of heaven is in this love; a Sea of love is 0