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[ XXXVIII] The devout Soul will admit of none but Christ.
WHen Cyrus took the King of Armenia,* 1.1 and his son Tigranes, and their wives and children prisoners, and upon their humble submission, beyond all hope, gave them their liberty and their lives; in their return home, as they all fell a commending Cyrus, some for his personage, some for his puissance, some for his cle∣mency; Tigranes asked his wife, What thinkest thou of Cyrus? is he not a comely and a proper man, of a majestick presence? Truly (said she) I know not what manner of man he is, I never looked on him. Why, quoth he, where were the eyes all the while? up••n whom didst thou look? I fixed my eyes, saith she, all the while upon him, (meaning her hus∣band) who in my hearing offered to Cyrus, to lay down his life for my ransome. And thus▪ if any question the devout soul, whether she be not enamoured with the beauty of Cherubins, Seraphins, Angells and Saints, with the pomp and splendour of that Heavenly Court;* 1.2 her answer will be that of Tigranes his wife, That she never did so much as cast a look upon them,* 1.3 because her eyes were never off Him, who not onely offered to lay, but did lay down his life for her, and ransomed her with his own blood: Whom should she have in Heaven but Him, who hath none on Earth but her?