Sions sonets. Sung by Solomon the King, and periphras'd by Fra. Quarles

SIONS SONETS.

BRIDE. SONET I.

1.

O That the bountie of those lips diuine,* 1.1 Would seale their fauours, on these lips of mine, That by those welcome* 1.2 kisses, I might see The mutuall loue, betwixt my Loue and mee, For truer blisse, no worldly ioy allowes, Then sacred Kisses, from so sweet a Spouse, With which, no earthly pleasures may compare, Riche Wines are not so delicate as thay're.

2.

NOr Myrrhe, nor Cassia, nor the choice perfumes Of vnctious Narde, or Aromatick fumes Or hot Arabia, doe enrich the aire With more delitious sweetnesse, then the faire Reports, that crowne the merits of thy Name, With heauenly Laurels of eternall fame, Which makes the* 1.3 Virgins fixe their eyes vpon thee, And all that view thee, are enamour'd on thee.

3.

O, Let the beautie of thy Sunne-like face Inflame my soule, and let thy glorie chace Disloyall thoughts; Let not the World allure My chaste desires, from a Spouse, so pure; But when as Time shall place me on thyc 1.4 Throne, My feares will cease, and interrupt by none, I shall transcend the stile of Transitorie, And full of glorie, still be fill'd with glorie.

4.

BVt you, my curious (and too nice) Allyes, That view my fortunes, with two narrow eyes, You say my face isd 1.5 blacke, and foule; 'tis true; I'm beauteous, to my Loue, though black to you, My censure stands not vpon your esteeme, He sees me as Ie 1.6 am; you, as I seeme; You see the Cloudes, but he discernes the Skie; Know, 'Tis myf 1.7 Maske that lookes so blacke, not I.

5.

VVHat if Afflictions doe dis-imbellish My naturall glorie, and denie the rellish Of my adjourned beautie, yet disdaine not Her, by whose necessarie losse, you gaine not; I was enforc'd to swelter ing 1.8 the Sunne, Andh 1.9 keepe a strangers Vine, left mine alone; I left mine owne, and kept a strangers Vine; The fault wasi 1.10 mine, but wask 1.11 not onely mine.

6.

O Thou, whose loue I prize aboue my life, More worthy farre t'enjoy a fairer wife, Tell mee, to what coole shade, dost thou resort? Where graze thy Sheepe, where doe thy Lambs disport Free from the scortching of thisl 1.12 sowltrie weather? O tell thy Loue, and let thy Loue come thither: Say (gentle Shephard) fits it thee, to cherish Thy priuate Flocks, and let thy true Louem 1.13 perish?

BRIDEGROOME. SONET. II.

ILlustrious Bride, more radiant and moren 1.14 bright, Then th' eye of Noone, thrice fairer then the light; Thou dearest off-spring of my dying blood, And treasure of my soule, why hast thou stood Parching so long in those ambitious beames? Come, come and coole thee in these siluero 1.15 streames; Vnshade thy Face, cast backe those golden Locks, And I will make theep 1.16 Mistris of my Flocks.

2.

O Thou, the Center of my choise desires, In whom I rest, in whom my soule respires; Thou art the flowre of beautie, and I prize thee Aboue the World, how e're the World disprize thee: The blinde imagins all things black, by kinde; Thou art as beautifull, as they are blinde: And as the fairest troopes of Pharoes Steeds Exceed the rest, so Thou, the rest exceeds.

3.

THyq 1.17 Cheeke (the garden where fresh beautie plants Her choysest flowers) no adorning wants; There wants no relish ofr 1.18 diuiner grace, To summe compleatnesse, in so sweet a face; Thy Neck, without a blemish, without blot, Then pearle's more orient, cleare from staine or spot; Thy Gemmes and Iewels, full of curious art, Imply the sacred treasures of thy heart.

4.

THe Sunne-bright glorie of thy resounding fame, Addes glorie, to the glorie of my Name; The more's thy honour (Loue) the more thou striu'st To honour me; Thou gaynest, what thou giu'st: My Father (whom our Contract hath made thine) Will giue thee large endowments off 1.19 diuine, And euerlasting treasure; Thus by mee Thou shalt be rich, that am thus rich, in Thee.

BRIDE. SONET III.

OH, how my soule is rauisht with the joyes, That spring like fountains frō my true loues voice! How cordiall are his lips! How sweet his tongue! Each word, he breathes, is a melodious song; Hee absent (ah) how is my glorie dimme! I haue no beautie, not deriu'd from Him; What e're I haue, from Him alone, I haue, And Hee takes pleasure in those gifts, hee gaue.

2.

AS fragrant Myrrhe, within the bosome hid, Sents more delitious, then (before) it did, And yet receiues no sweetnesse, from that brest, That prooues the sweeter, for so sweet a guest; Euen so, the fauour of my dearest Spouse, Thus priz'd, and placed in my heart, endowes My ardent soule, with sweetnesse, and inspires With heauenly rauishment, my rapt desires.

3.

VVHo euer smelt the breath of morning flowres, New sweerned with the dash of twilight showres, Or pounded Amber, or the flowring Thyme, Or purple Violets, in their proudest prime, Or swelling Clusters, from the Cypresse tree? So sweet's my Loue; I, farre more sweet is Hee: So faire, so sweet, that heauens bright eye is dim, And flowers haue no sent, compar'd with Him.

BRIDEGROOME. SONET IIII.

O Thou, the joyes of my suff••••ed heart, The more thou think'st me faire, the more thou art; Looke in the Crystall mirrours of mine eyes, And view thy beautie; there thy beautie lyes: See there, th'vnmated glorie of thy Face, Well mixt with Spirit, and diuinest grace; The eyes of Doues, are nor so faire, as thine: O, how those eyes, instanie these eyes of minet 1.20

BRIDE. SONET V.

MOst radiant, and refulgent Lampe of light, Whose midday beautie, yet ne're found a night, 'Tis thou, 'tis onely thou art faire; from Thee Reflect those* 1.21 rayes, that haue englightned mee, And as bright Cynthia's borrow'd beames doe shine From Titan's glorie, so doe I, from thine; So daily flourishes our fresh delight, In daily* 1.22 giuing, and receiuing light.

2.

NOr does thy glorie shine to me alone; What place, wherein thy glorie hath not shone? But ô, how fragrant with rich odour, smells That* 1.23 sacred House, where thou my true Loue dwells? Nor is it strange; How can those places bee But fill'd with sweetnesse, if possest with Thee! My heart's a Heauen, for Thou art in that heart, Thy presence makes a Heauen, where e're thou art.

BRIDEGROOME. SONET VI.

THou soueraigne Lady' of my select desires,* 1.24 I, I am Hee, whom thy chaste soule admires; The Rose, for smell; the Lilly, to the eye, Is not so sweet, is not so faire as I; My vailed beautie's not the glorious prize a 1.25 Of common sight;b 1.26 within, my beautie lies; Yet ne'rethelesse, my glorie were but small, If I should want, to honour thee withall.

2.

NOr doe I boast my Excellence alone, But thine (deare Spouse) as whom, the world hath none So true to Faith, so pure in loue, as whome Liues not a Bride so fits, so chaste a Groome; And as the fairest Lilly doth exceede The fruitlesse Bramble, or the foulest weede, So farre (my Loue) dost thou exceede the rest, In perfect beautie, of a loyall brest.

BRIDE. SONET VII.

LOoke how the fruitfull Tree (whose laden boughs, With swelling pride, crowne Autumnes smiling brows Surpasses idle shrubs; euen so, in worth, My loue transcends the Worthies of the earth: He was my Shore, in Shipwrack; and my Shelter In Stormes; my Shade, when I began to Swelter; If hungrie, he was Foode; and if opprest With wrongs, my Aduocate; with toile, my Rest.

2.

I Thirsted; and, full charged to the brinke, He gaue me* 1.27 boules of Nectar, for my drinke, And in his Sides, he broacht me (for a signe Of dearest loue) a Sacramentall wine; He freely gaue; I freely dranke my fill; The more I dranke, the more remayned still: Did neuer Souldier, to his Colours proue More chaste, then I, to so entire a Loue.

3.

O How his beautie sets my soule on fire! My spirits languish, with extreame desire; Desires, exceeding limits, are too lauish, And wanting meanes to be effected, rauish; Then let thy* 1.28 breath, like flaggons of strong wine, Releeue and comfort this poore heart of mine; For I am sicke, till time (that doth delay Our Mariage) bring our joyfull Mariage day.

4.

TIll then, ô let my dearest Lord, by whome, These pleasing paines of my sweet sorrowes come, Performe his vowes, and with his due resort, Blesse me, to make the sullen time seeme short: In his sweet presence, may I still be blest, Debarr'd from whom, my soule can finde no rest; O let all times be prosp'rous, and all places Be witnesse to our vndefil'd Embraces.

5.

ALl you, whose seeming fauours haue profest The true affection of a loyall brest, I charge you all, by the true loue you beare To friendship, or what else yee count most deare, * 1.29 Disturbe yee not my Loue; O doe not reiue Him of his joyes, that is so apt to grieue; Dare not to breake his quiet slumbers, lest You rowze a raging Lion from his rest.

6.

HArke, harke, I heare that thrice-celestiall voyce, Wherein my spirits, rapt with joyes, rejoyce; A voice, that tells me, my beloued's nigh; I know the Musicke, by the Majestie: Behold he comes; 'Tis not my* 1.30 blemisht face, Can slake the swiftnesse of his winged pace; Behold he comes; His Trumpet doth proclaime, He comes with speede; A truer loue ne're came.

7.

BEhold the fleetnesse of his nimble feet; The Roe-bucke, and the Hart were ne're so fleet: The word I spake, flue not so speedie from me, As Hee, the treasure of my soule comes to me; Hee stands behind my Wall, as if in doubt Of welcome; Ah, this* 1.31 Wall debarres him out: O, how injurious is this Wall of sin, That barres my Louer out, and bolts me in!

The BRIDE in the person of the BRIDE∣GROOME. SONET VIII.

HArke, harke, me thinks I heare my true Loue say, Breake down that enuious barre, and come away; Arise (my dearest Spouse) and dispossesse The soule of doubtfull feares, nor ouer-presse Thy tender spirits, with the dull despaire Of thy demerits; (Loue) thou art as faire, As earth will suffer; Time will make thee clearer; Come forth (my Loue) then whom, my life's not dearer.

2.

COme forth (my Ioy;) What bold affront of feare Can fright thy soule, and I, thy Champion, here? 'Tis I that calls, 'tis I, thy Bridegroome, calls thee, Betide it me, what euer euill befalls thee: The winter of thy sharpe Affliction's gone; Why fear'st thou cold, and art so neere the Sunne? I am thy Sunne, if thou be cold, draw nearer; Come forth (my Loue) then whom, my life's not dearer.

3.

COme forth (my deare) the spring of joyes inuite thee, The* 1.32 Flowres contend for beautie, to delight thee, Their sweet ambition's onely, which might bee Most sweet, most faire, because most like to thee: The* 1.33 Birds (sweet Heralds of so sweet a Spring) Warble high notes, and Hymenaeans sing; All sing, with joy, t'injoy so sweet a Hearer; Come forth (my Loue) then whom, my life's not dearer.

4.

THe prosp'rous* 1.34 Vine, which this deare hād did plāt, Tenders due seruice to so sweet a Saint: Her hidden Clusters swell with sacred pride, To* 1.35 kisse the lips of so, so faire a Bride; Masqu'd in their leafes, they lurke, fearing to bee Discryde by any, till first seene by Thee; The Clowds are past; the Heauens cannot be clearer; Come forth (dear loue) then whom, my life's not dearer.

5.

MY Doue, whom daily* 1.36 dangers teach new shifts, That, like a Doue, do'st haunt the secret Clifts Of solitarie Rocks; How e're thou bee Reseru'd from others, bee not strange to mee, Call me to rescue, and this brawnie Arme Shall quell thy Foe, and fence thy soule, from harme; Speake (Loue;) Thy voice is sweet; What if thy face Be drencht with teares? Each teare's a seuerall grace.

6.

ALl you, that wish prosperitie, and peace, To crowne our Contract, with a long encrease Of future joyes, ô shield my simple Loue, From those that seeke her ruine, and remoue The base Opposers of her best designes; Destroy those Foxes, that destroy her Vines; Her Vines are fruitfull, but her tender grapes Are spoil'd by Foxes, clad in humane shapes:

The BRIDE in her owne person. SONET IX.

WHat greater joy can blesse my soule, then this, That my Beloued's mine, and I am His! Our soules are knit; the world cannot vntwine The joyfull vnion of His heart, and Mine; In Him, I liue; in Him, my soule's possest With heauenly solace, and eternall rest: Heauen onely knowes the blisse, my soule enjoyes; Fond earth's to dull, to apprehend such joyes.

2.

THou sweet perfection of my full delights, Till that bright* 1.37 Day, deuoted to the rites Of our solemniz'd Nuptials, shall come, Come liue with me, and make this heart, thy Home: Disdaine me not: Although my face appeare Deform'd and clowdie, yet my heart is* 1.38 cleare; Make haste: Let not the swift-foot Roe-buck flee The following Hounds so fast, as thou, to mee.

3.

I Thought my Loue had taken vp his rest,* 1.39 Within the secret* 1.40 Cabin of my brest; I thought the closed Curtaines did immure His gentle slumbers, but was too secure; For (driuen with loue) to the false bed I* 1.41 stept, To view his slumbring beautie, as he slept, But he was gone; yet plainly there was seene The curious dint, where he had lately beene.

4.

IMpatient of his absence, thus bereauen Of him, then whom, I had no other heauen, I rau'd a while; not able to digest So great a losse, to lose so faire a Guest: I left no path vntrac'd; no* 1.42 place vnsought; No secret Cell vnsearcht; no way vnthought; I ask'd the Shade, but shadowes could not hide him; I ask'd the World, but all the World denyde him.

5.

MY jealous Loue, distemp'red with distraction, Made fierce with feare, vnapt for satisfaction, Applyes fresh fuell, to my flaming fires, With Eagles wings supplyes my quick desires; Vp to the walls I rambled, where I spyde The* 1.43 Citie watch, to whom, with teares, I cryde; Ah gentle Watchmen, you aloft descry What's darke to vs; Did not my Loue passe by?

6.

AT length, when dull despaire had gain'd the ground Of tyred hopes, my Faith fell in a swound; But Hee, whose sympathizing heart did finde The tyrant passion, of my troubled minde, Forthwith appear'd; What Angels tongue can let The World conceiue our pleasures, when we met? And till the joyes of our espoused hearts Be made* 1.44 compleat, the World ne're more shall part's.

BRIDEGROOME. SONET X.

NOw rests my Loue: Till now, her tender brest Wanting her joy, could finde no peace, nor rest: I charge you all, by the true loue, you beare To friendship, or what else you count most deare, Disturbe her not, but let her sleepe her fill; I charge you all, vpon your lifes, be still: O, may that lab'ring soule, that liues opprest For me; in me, receiue eternall rest.

2.

VVHat curious face is this? What mortall birth Can show a beautie, thus* 1.45 vnstayn'd with earth! What glorious Angell wanders thus alone, From earths foule Dungeon, to my Fathers Throne! It is my Loue; my loue that hath denyde The world, for me; It is my fairest Bride: How fragrant is her breath! How heauenly faire Her Angell face! Each glorifying the Aire.

BRIDE. SONET XI.

O, How I'm* 1.46 rauisht with eternall blisse! Who e're thought heauen a joy, cōpar'd to this? How doe the pleasures of his glorious Face, Adde glorie to the glorie of this place! See, how Kings Courts surmount poore Shephards cells, So this, the pride of Solomon, excells; Rich wreathes of glorie crowne his royall Head, And troopes of Angels waite vpon his Bed.

2.

THe Court of Princely Solomon was guarded With able men at armes; their faith rewarded With fading honours, subject to the fate Of Fortune, and the jealous frownes of State; But here th' harmonious Quire of heauen attend, Whose prize is glorie, glorie without end, Vnmixt without doubtings, or degenerous feare; A greater Prince, then Solomon, is here.

3.

THe Bridall bed of Princely Solomon, (Whose beautie' amaz'd the greedie lookers on, Which all the world admired to behold) Was but of Cedar; and her Sted of gold; Her Pillars siluer; and her Canopie Of silkes, but richly stayn'd with puple die; Her Curtaines wrought in workes, workes rarely led By th' needles art; such was the bridall bed.

4.

SVch was the bridall bed, which Time, or Age Durst neuer warrant from th' opprobrious rage Of enuious fate; Earths measure's but a minit; Earth fades; all fades vpon it; all, within it; O, but the glorie' of this diuiner place, No Age can injure, nor yet Time deface; To bright an obiect, for weake eyes to bide, Or tongues t'expresse: Who euer saw't, but dyde?

5.

VVHo e're beheld the royall Crowne, set on The nuptiall browes of Princely Solomon? His glorious pompe, whose honour did display The noysed Triumphs of his Marriage day? A greater Prince, then Solomon, is here, The beautie of whose Nuptials, shall appeare More glorious farre, transcending his, as farre As heauens bright Lamp out-shines th' obscurest Starre.

BRIDEGROOME SONET XII.

HOw orient is thya 1.47 beautie!* 1.48 How diuine! How darke's the glorie of the earth, to thine! Thy vailedb 1.49 eyes out-shine heauens greater light, Vnconquer'd by the shadie Clowd of night; The curious* 1.50 Tresses dangle, all vnbound With vnaffected order, to the ground: How orient is thy beautie! How diuine! How darke's the glorie of the earth, to thine!

2.

THy Iuoried 1.51 Teeth in whitenesse doe out-goe The downe of Swans, or Winters driuen snowe, Whose euen proportions liuely represent Th' harmonious Musicke of vnite consent, Whose perfect whitnesse, Time could neuer blot, Nor Age (the Canker of destruction) not: How orient is thy beautie! How diuine! How darke's the glorie of the earth, to thine!

3.

THe rubie Portalls of thy ballane'de 1.52 words, Send forth a welcome relish, which affords A heauen of blisse, and makes the earth rejoyce, To heare the Accent of thy heauenly voyce; The maiden blushes of thyf 1.53 Cheekes, proclaime A shame of guilt, but not a guilt of shame: How orient is thy beautie! How diuine! How darke's the glorie of the earth, to thine!

4.

THy* 1.54 Necke (vnbeautifyde with borrow'd grace) Is whiter then the Lillies of thy face, If whiter may; for beautie, and for powre, 'Tis like the glorie of Dauids princely Towre: What vassall spirit could despaire, or faint, Finding protection from so sure a Saint? How orient is thy beautie! How diuine! How darke's the glorie of the earth, to Thine!

5.

THe deare-bought fruit of that forbidden Tree, Was not so daintie, as thy Apples bee, These curious Apples of thy snowy* 1.55 brests, Wherein a Paradise of pleasure rests; They breathe such life into the rauishtc 1.56 Eye, That the inflam'd beholder, cannotd 1.57 die: How orient is thy beautie! How diuine! How darke's the glorie of the earth, to Thine!

6.

MY dearest Spouse, I'lle 1.58 hye me to my home, And till that long-expectedf 1.59 Day shall come, The light whereof, shall chace the night, that showdes Thy vailed beautie, in these enuiousg 1.60 Clowdes; Till then, I goe, and in my Throne, prouide A glorious welcome, for my fairest Bride; Chapplets of conqu'ring Palme, and Laurell boughs Shall crowne thy Temples, and adorne thy browes.

7.

VVOuld beautie fayne be flatter'd with a grace Shee neuer had? May shee behold thy face: Enuie would burst, had shee no other taske, Then to behold this face, without a Maske; No spot, no veniall blemish could shee finde, To feede the famin of her ranc'rous minde; Thou art the flowre of beauties Crowne, and thay're Much worse then foule, that thinke thee lesse then fayre.

8.

FEare not (my Loue) for when those sacred bands Of wedlock shall conjoyne our promis'd hands, I'll come, and quit thee from this redious* 1.61 place, Where thou art forc'd to sojourne for a space; No forrein Angle of the vtmost Lands, Nor seas Abysse shall hide thee from my hands; No night shall shade thee from my curious eye, I'll rowze the graues, although grim Death stand by.

9.

ILlustrious beames shot from thy flaming* 1.62 eye, Made fierce with zeale, and soueraigne Majestie Haue scorcht my soule, and like a fierie dart Transfixt the Center of my wounded heart; The Virgin sweetnesse of thy heauenly grace Hath made mine eyes glad pris'ners to thy face; The beautie of thine eye-balls hath bereft Me of my heart: O sweet, ô sacred theft!

10.

O Thou, the deare Inflamer of mine eyes, Life of my soule, and hearts eternall prize, How delectable is thy loue! How pure! How apt to rauish, able to allure A frozen soule, and with thy secret fire, T' affect dull spirits with extreame desire! How doe thy ioyes (though in their greatest dearth) Transcend the proudest pleasures of the earth!

11.

THy lips (my dearest Spouse) are the full treasures Of sacred* 1.63 Poesie, whose heauenly measures Rauish with joy the willing heart, that heares, But strike a deafnesse in rebellious eares: Thy wordes, like Milke and Honie, doe requite The season'd soule, with profit and delight: Heauens higher Palace, and those lower places Of dungeon-earth are sweetned with thy graces.

12.

MY Loue is like a Garden, full of flowres, Whose sunny bankes, and choice of shadie bowres Giue change of pleasures, pleasures wall'd about With armed Angels, to keepe Ruine out; And fromm 1.64 her Brestsn 1.65 (enclosed from the ill Of looser eyes) pureo 1.66 Crystall drops distill, The fruitfull sweetnesse of whose gentle showres Inrich her flowres with beautie', and banks with flowres.

13.

MY loue is like a Paradise, a beset With rarest grifts, whose fruits (but tender yet) The world nere tasted, dainties farre more rare Then Edens tempting Apple, and more faire: Myrhe, Alloes, Incese, and the Cypresse tree Can boast no sweetnesse, but is breath'd from thee; Dainties, for taste; and flowers, for the smell Spring all from Thee, whose sweets, all sweets excell.

BRIDE. SONET. XIII.

O Thou (my deare) whose sweets, all sweets excell, Frō whom my fruits receiue their tast, their smel, How can my thriuingp 1.67 Plants refuse to grow, Thus quickned with so sweet aq 1.68 Sun as thou? How can my flowers, which thy Ewers nourish With showers of liuing waters, choose but flourish? O thou, the Spring, from whence these waters burst, Did euer any taste thy streames, and thurst?

2.

AM I a Garden? May my Flowers be So highly honour'd to bee smelt by Thee, Inspire them with thy sacred breath, and then Receiue from them, thy borrowed breath agen; Frequent thy Garden, whose rare fruit inuites Thy welcome presence, to his choise Delights; Taste where thou list, and take thy full repaste, Here's that will please thy smell, thine eye, thy taste.

BRIDEGROOME. SONET XIIII.

THou sacred Center of my soule,* 1.69 in whome I rest, behold thy wisht-for Loue is come; Refresht with thy delights, I haue repasted Vpon thyr 1.70 pleasures, my full soule hath tasted Thys 1.71 rip'ned dainties, and hath freely beene Pleas'd with those Fruits, that are (as yet) butt 1.72 greene: All you that loue the honour of my Bride, Come taste her Vyands, and bee diefide.

BRIDE. SONET XV.

IT was au 1.73 night, a night as darke, as foule As that blacke Errour, that entraunc'd my Soule, When as my best beloued came and knoct At my* 1.74 dull gates, too too securely lockt; Vnbolt (said hee) these churlish doores (my Doue,) Let not falsex 1.75 slumbers bribe thee from thy loue; Heare him, that for thy gentle sake came hither, Long iniur'd by thisy 1.76 nights vngentle wether.

2.

I Heard the voice, but the perfidious pleasure Of my sweet slumbers, could not finde the leasure To ope my drowsie doores; My Spirit could speake Words faire enough; but ah, my flesh was weake, And fond excuses taught me to betray My sacred vowes to a secure delay: Perfidious slumbers, how haue you the might To blind true Pleasures, with a false delight!

3.

WHen as my Loue, with oft repeated knocks Could not auaile, shaking his dewie locks, Highly displeas'd, he could no longer bide My sleight neglect, but went away denyde; No sooner gone, but my dull soule discern'd Her drowzie error; my grieu'd spirit* 1.77 yearn'd To finde him out; these seiled eyes that slept So soundly fast, awak'd, much faster wept.

4.

THus rays'd, and rowz'd from my deceitfull rest, I op'd my doores, where my departed Guest Had beene; I thrust the churlish Portalls from me That so denyde my dearest Bridegroome to me; But when I smelt of my returned hand, My soule was rapt, my powers all did stand Amazed as the* 1.78 sweetnesse they did finde, Which my neglected Loue had left behinde.

5.

I Op'd my doore, my Myrrhe-distilling doore, But ah, my Guest was gone, had giuen me o're: What curious Pen, what Artist can define A matelesse sorrow; Such, ah, such was mine; Doubts and despaire had of my life depriu'd mee Had not strong hopes of his returne reuiu'd mee, I sought, but he refused to appeare, I call'd but he would nor be heard, nor heare.

6.

THus, with the Tyrannie of griefe distraught, I rang'd around, no place I left vnsought, No eare vnask'd; The* 1.79 Watchmen of the Citie a 1.80 Wounded my soule, without remorse or pitie To Virgin teares; They taught my feet to stay, Whose steps were apt enough to lose their way, With taunts and scornes they check me, and derided, And call'd me Whoore, because I walkt, vnguided.

7.

YOu hallowed Virgins, you, whose tender hearts Ere felt th'impression of* 1.81 loues secret darts, I charge you all, by the deare faith you owe To Virgin purenesse, and your Vestall vow, Commend me to my Loue, if ere you meet him, O tell him, that his loue-sicke Spouse doth greet him, O let him know, I languish with desire T' enjoy that heart, that sets this heart on fire.

VIRGINS. SONET XVI.

O Thou the fairest flowre of mortall birth, If such a beautie may be borne of earth, Angell or Virgin, which? or both in one, Angell by beautie, Virgin by the mone, Say, who is Hee that may deserue these teares, These precious drops? Who is't can stop his eares At these faire lips? Speake Lady, speake at large, Who is't? For whom giu'st thou so strict a Charge?

BRIDE. SONET XVII.

MY Loue is the perfection of delight, Roses, and Doues are not so red, so white, Vnpattern'd beautie summon'd euery grace To the composure of so sweet a face; His body is Heauen, for in his brest, The perfect Essence of a God doth rest; The brighter eye of heauen did neuer shine Vpon an other glorie, so diuine.

2.

HIs* 1.82 Head is farre more glorious, to behold, Then fruitfull Ophyres oft refined gold, 'Tis the rich Magazen of secret treasure, Whence Graces spring in vnconfined measure; His curl'd and dangling* 1.83 Tresses doe proclaime A Nazarite, on whom ne're Rasor came, Whose Rauen-black colour giues a curious rellish To that, which beautie did so much imbellish.

3.

LIke to the eyes of Doues are his faire* 1.84 Eyes, Wherein sterne Iustice, mixt with Mercy, lyes; His eyes are simple, yet Majesticall, In motion nimble, and yet chaste withall, Flaming like fire, and yet burne they not, Vnblemisht, vndistayned with a spot, Blazing with pretious beames, and to behold, Like two rich Diamonds in a frame of gold.

4.

HIs* 1.85 Cheeks are like two fruitfull beds, o're-growne With Aromatick flowers newly blowne, Whose odours, beautie, please the smell, the sight, And doubling pleasures, double the delight: His* 1.86 lips are like a Crystall spring, from whence Flow sweetned streames of sacred Eloquence, Whose drops into the eare distill'd, doe giue Life toq 1.87 the Dead, true joyes tor 1.88 them that liue.

5.

HIsf 1.89 Hands are deckt with rings oft 1.90 gold; the rings, With costly Iewels, fitting none but Kings. Which (of themselues though glorious, yet) receiue More glorie from those fingers, then they gaue; Hisu 1.91 Breast's like Iuorie, circled round about Withx 1.92 veines, like Saphyres, winding in and out, Whose beautie is (though darkned from the eye) Full of diuine, and secret Majestie

6.

HIs* 1.93 Legs like purest Marble, strong and white, Of curious shape, (though quick) vnapt for flight: His Feet (as gold that's oft refined) are Like his vpright proceedings, pure and faire; His* 1.94 Portis Princely, and his Stature tall, And, like the Cedar, stout, yet sweet withall: O, who would not repose his life, his blisse, Vpon a Base so faire, so firme as this!

7.

HIs Mouth-But stay; What need my lips be lauish, In choice of wordes, when one alone will rauish? But shall, in briefe, my ruder tongue discouer The speaking Image of my absent Louer? Then let the curious hand of Art refine The race of Vertues morall, and diuine, From whence, by heauen let there extracted bee A perfect Quintessence; Euen such is Hee.

VIRGINS. SONET XVIII.

THrice fairer then the fairest, whose sad teares, And smiling words, haue charm'd our eies, our eares; Say, whither is this prize of beautie gone, More faire then kinde, to let thee weepe alone? Thy tempting lips haue whet our dull desire, And till wee see Him, wee are all on fire; Wee'le finde him out; if thou wilt be our guide: The next way to the Bridegroome, is the* 1.95 Bride.

BRIDE. SONET. XIX.

IF Error leade not my dull thoughts amisse,* 1.96 My Genius tells me, where my true Loue is; Hee's busie lab'ring on his flowrie* 1.97 banks, a 1.98 Inspiring sweetnesse, andb 1.99 receiuing thanks, Wat'ring those plants, whose tender rootes arec 1.100 drie, And pruning such, whose Crests aspired 1.101 too high, Transplanting, grafting, reaping fruits from some, And couering others, that are* 1.102 newly come.

2.

VVHat if the frailtie of my feebler part, Lockt vp the Portalls of my drowsie heart? He knowes the weaknesse of the flesh incumbers Th'vnwilling spirit, with sense-bereauing slumbers; My hopes assure me, in despight of this, That my Beloued's mine, and I am His; My hopes are firme, (which Time shall ne're remoue) That Hee is mine, by Faith; I, His, by loue.

BRIDEGROOME. SONET XX.

THy timely griefe, (my teares-baptized Loue) Compels mine eares to heare, thy teares, to moue; Thy blubber'd beautie, to mine eye appeares More bright then't was: Such is the* 1.103 strength of Teares: Beautie, and Terror, meeting in thine eye, Haue made thy face the Throne of Majestie, Whose awfull beames, the proudest heart will moue To loue for feare, vntill it feare for loue.

2.

REpresse those flames, that furnace from thine eye, They rauish with too bright a Tyrannie; Thy fires are too too fierce: O turne them from me, They pierce my soule, and with their rayes o'recome me, Thy curious * Tresses dangle, all vnbound With vnaffected order, to the ground: How orient is thy beautie! How diuine! How darke's the glorie of the earth, to Thine!

3.

THy Iuorie* 1.104 Teeth in whitenesse doe out-goe The downe of Swans, or Winters driuen snowe; Whose euen proportions liuely represent Th' harmonious Musicke of vnite consent; Whose perfect whitenesse, Time could neuer blot, Nor Age (the enuious Worme of Ruine) rot: How orient is thy beautie! How diuine! How darke's the glorie of the earth, to thine!

4.

THy* 1.105 Temples, are the Temples of chaste loue, Where beautie sacrifis'd her milke-white Doue, Vpon whose Azure pathes, are alwayes found The heauen-borne Graces dancing in a round: Thy maiden* 1.106 Blushes gently doe proclaime A shame of guilt, but not a guilt of shame: How orient is thy beautie! How diuine! How darke's the glorie of the earth, to thine!

5.

YOu, you braue spirits, whose emperiall hand Enforces, what your lookes cannot command, Bring forth your pamper'd Queenes, the lustfull prize, And curious wrecks of your imperious eyes; Surround the Circle of the Earth, and leuie The fairest Virgins in loues fairest beuie, Then take from each to make one perfect Grace, Yet would my Loue out shine that borrow'd face.

6.

I Thou art shee, corriuall'd with no other, Thou glorious Daughter of thy glorious Mother The new Ierusalem, whose Virgin-birth Shall Diefie, thec 1.107 Virgins of the earth: The Virgins of the Earth haue seene thy beautie, And stood amaz'd, and in a prostrate dutie Haue sued to kisse thy hand, making thine eyes Their Lampes to light them, till the Bridegroome rise.

7.

HArke, how the Virgins hallow'd with thy fire And wonder smitten with thy beames, admire. Who, who is this (say they) whose cheekes resemble Aurora's blush, whose Eye heauens lights dissemble? Whose face is brighter then the silent Lampe That lights the earth, to breathe her nightlie dampe; Vpon whose brow sits dreadfull Majestie, The frowne whereof commands a Victorie.

8.

FAire Bride, why was thy troubled soule dejected, When I was absent? was my Faith suspected Which I so firmelie plighted? Couldst thou thinke My loue could shake, or such a Vow could shrinke? I did but walke among my tender Plants, To smell their Odours, and supplie their wants, To see my Stockes, so latelie grifted, sprout, Or if my vines began to burgen out.

9.

THough gone was I,f 1.108 my heart was in thy brest, Although to thee (perchance) an vnkowne guest, 'T was that, that gaue such wings to thy desire, T' enioy thy loue, and set thy soule on fire; But my returne was quicke, and with a minde More nimble (yet more constant) then the winde, I came; and as the winged shaft doth flie With vndescerned speed; Euen so did I.

10.

REturne, (O then returne) thou childe of Peace To thy first ioyes, O let thy teares surcease; Returne thee to thy Loue; let not theg 1.109 night With flatt'ringh 1.110 slumbers, tempt thy true delight; Returne thee to my bosome, let my brest. Bee still thy Tent; Take there eternall rest; Returne, ô Thou, in whose enchaunted eye, Are Darts enough, to make an armie flie.

11.

FAire Daughter of the highest King,* 1.111 how sweet Are th' vnaffected graces of thyi 1.112 Feet! From euery step, true Maiestie doth spring, Fitting the Daughter of so high a King: Thy Waste is circled with ah 1.113 Virgin Zone, Imbellisht round with many a preciousI 1.114 Stone, Wherein the curious Workeman did fulfill The vtmost glorie of his Diuiner skill.

12.

THym 1.115 Nauell, where thy holie Embrion doth Receiue sweet nourishment, and heauenly growth, Is like a Christall spring, whose fresh supplie Of liuing waters, Sunne, nor Drought can drie: Thyn 1.116 fruitfull Wombe is like a winnow'd heape Of purest graine, which heauens blest hand did reape, With Lillies fenc'd: True Embleme of rare treasure; Whose graine denotes increase; whose Lillies, pleasure.

13.

THy daintieo 1.117 Brests, are like faire Twins, both swel∣ling In equall Maiestie; in hue excelling The new-falne Snow vpon th' vntrodden Mountaines, From whence there flowes, as frō exub'rous Fountaines, Riuers of heauenly Nectar, to allay The holy thirst of Soules: Thrice happie they, And more then thrice, whose blest affections bring Their thirstie palats to so sweet a Spring.

14.

THyp 1.118 Necke doth represent an yuorie Tower, In perfect purenesse, and munited power, Thineq 1.119 Eyes (like pooles at a frequented gate For euerie commer, to draw water at) Are common treasures, and like Christall glasses, Showes each his liuely visage, as he passes: Thyr 1.120 Nose, the curious Organ of thy Sent, Wants nothing more, for vse, for ornament.

15.

THy Tyres of gold (inricht with glorious Gemmes,s 1.121 Rare Diamonds, and Princely Diadems,) Adorne thy browes, and with their natiue worth Aduance thy glorie, and set thy beautie forth; So perfect are thy Grace, so Diuine, And full of heauen, are those faire lookes of thine. That I'm inflamed with the double fire Of thy full beautie, and my fierce desire.

16.

O Sacred Simetrie! O rare Connexion Of many perfects, to make one perfection! O heauenly Musicke, where all parts doe meete In one sweet straine, to make one perfect sweete! O glorious Members, whose each seuerall feature Diuine, compose so, so diuine a Creature! Faire soule, as all thy parts vnited, bee Entire, so summ'd are all my ioyes in thee.

17.

THy curious Fabricke, and erected stature Is like the generous Palme, whose loftie nature In spight of enuious violence, will aspire, When most supprest, the more it mounts the higher: Thy louely Brests, (whose beautie reinuites My oft remembrance to her oft delights) Are like the swelling Clusters of the vine, So full of sweetnesse are those brests of thine.

18.

ARt thou my Palme? My busie hand shall nourish Thy fruitfull roots, and make thy branches flourish: Art thou my Vine? my skilfull arme shall dresse, Thyt 1.122 dying Plants; my liuing Springs shall blesse Thyu 1.123 infant Buddes; my blasting breath shall quell * 1.124 Presumptuous weedes, and make thy Clusters swell: And all that loue thee, shall attayne the fauour To taste thy sweetnesse, and to smell thy sauour.

19.

THose Oracles that from thy lippes proceed, With sweet Euangels, shall delight and feed Th' attentiue eare, and like the Trumpets voyce Amaze faint hearts, but make braue Spirits rejoyce: Thy breath, whose Dialect is most Diuine, Incends quicke flames, where Ember'd sparkes but shine; It strikes the Pleaders Reth'ricke with derision, And makes the dullest Soule a Rethoritian.

BRIDE. SONET XXI.

MY Faith, not merites hath assur'd thee, mine, Thy Loue, not my Desert hath made me, thine: Vnworthie I, whose drowsie soule rejected Thy precious fauours, and (secure) neglected Thy glorious presence, how am I become A Bride befitting so diuine a Groome! It is no merite, no desert of mine, Thy loue, thy loue alone, hath made me thine.

2.

SInce then the bountie of thy deare election Hath styl'd me thine, ô let the sweet reflection Of thy illustrious beames, my soule inspire, And with thy Spirit, inflame my hot desire; Vnite our Soules; O let thy Spirit rest And make perpetuall home within my brest; Instruct me so, that I may gaine the skill, To suite my seruice to thy sacred will.

3.

COme, come (my Soules preseruer) thou that art Th' vnited joyes of my vnited heart, Come, let vs visit, with the morning light Our prosp'rousx 1.125 Vines; with mutuall delight Let's view those Grapes, whose Clusters beingy 1.126 prest, Shall make rich wines, to serue our Marriage feast, That by the thriuing plants it may appeare, Our joyes-perfecting Marriage draweth neere.

4

BEhold myz 1.127 new disclosed Flowres present Before thy gates, their tributarie Sent, Reserue themselues for Garlands, that they may Adorne the Bridegroome, on his Mariage day: Mya 1.128 Garden's full ofb 1.129 Trees, and euery Tree Laden withc 1.130 Fruit, which I deuote to thee, Eternall joyes betide that happie guest, That tastes the dainties of the Bridgroomes feast.

5.

O Would to God mind eyes,* 1.131 (these fainting Eyes Whose eager appetite could ne're deuise A dearer object) might but once behold My loue (as I am) clad in fleshly mold, That each may corporally conuerse with other, As friend to friend; as sister to her brother, O how mine eyes could welcome such a sight; How would my soule dissolue, with ore-delight!

6.

THen should this hand conduct my fairest Spouse To taste a Banquet at my Mothers* 1.132 House; Our fruitfull Garden should present thine eyes With sweet delights, her trees should sacrifice Their earely fruits to thee; our tender Vine Should cheare thy palate with her vnprest Wine; Thy hand should teach my liuing Plants to thriue; And such, as are a dying, to reuiue.

7.

THen should my Soule enioy within this brest, A holy Sabbath of eternall Rest; Then should my Cause that suffers through despight Of Errour, and rude Ignorance, haue right; Then should these* 1.133 streames, whose Tides so often rise, Bee ebb'd away, from my suffused eyes; Then should my spirits, fill'd with heauenly mirth, Tryumph o're Hell, and find a Heauen on Earth.

8.

ALl you, that wish the bountifull encrease Of dearest pleasures, and diuinest peace, I charge you all (if ought my charge may moue Your tender hearts)* 1.134 not to disturbe my Loue; Vexe not his gentle spirit, nor bereiue Him of his joyes, that is so apt to greiue; Dare not to breake his quiet slumbers, lest You rouze a raging Lyon from his rest.

9.

WHo euer lou'd, that euer lou'd as I That for his sake renounce my selfe, denie The worlds best Ioyes, and haue the world forgone? Who euer lou'd so deare, as I haue done? I sought my Loue, and found him* 1.135 lowly laide Beneath the tree of Loue, in whose sweet shade Hee rested; there his eye sent forth the fire, That first enflam'd my amorous desire.

10.

MY dearest Spouse, O seale me on thy heart So sure, that enuious Earth may neuer part Our joyned Soules; let not the world remoue My chaste desires, from so choise a Loue; For, O, my loue's not sleight, her flames are serious, Was neuer Death so powerfull, so imperious; My jealous zeale is a consuming fire, That burnes my soule, through feare and fierce desire.

11.

FIres may be quencht, and flames, though ne'r so great, With many drops shall faint, and lose their heat; But these quicke fires of loue, the more supprest, The more they flame, in my inflamed brest; How darke is Honour! how obscure and dimme Is earths bright glorie, but compar'd with Him! How foule is Beautie! what a toyle is Pleasure! How base is Wealth! how base a thing is Treasure?

12.

I Haue ah 1.136 Sister, which by thy diuine And bounteous Grace, our Marriage shall make thine; Shee is mine owne, myne onely Sister, whome My mother bare, the youngest of her Wombe: Shee's yet ai 1.137 Childe, her beautie may improue, Her brests and small, and yet too greene for loue; When Time and Yeares shall adde perfection to her, Say (dearest Loue) what honour wilt thou doe her?

BRIDEGROOME. SONET XXII.

IF shee be faire, and with her beautie, proue As chaste, as loyall to her virgin-Loue, As thou hast bin, then in that high degree I'le honour her, as I haue honour'd thee: Be shee as constant to her Vestall vow, And true to her deuoted Faith, as Thou, I'le Crowne her head, and fill her hand with Power, And giue a Kingdome to her for a Dower.

BRIDE. SONET XXIII.

WHen Time shall ripen these her greene desires, And holy Loue, shall breath her heauenly fires Into her Virgin brest, her heart shall bee As true to loue, as I am true to thee: O, when thy boundlesse bountie shall conjoyne Her equall-glorious Maiestie, with mine, My joyes are perfect; then, in Sacred bands Wedlocke shall couple our espoused hands.

BRIDEGROOME. SONET. XXIIII.

I Am thy Gard'ner, Thou my fruitfull. Vine, Whose rip'ned Clusters swell with richest Wine; The vines of Solomon were not so faire, His Grapes were not so precious, as thine are; His vines are subiect, to the vulgar will Of hired hands, and mercinarie skill; Corrupted Carles are merrie with his Vines, And at a price, returne their batter'd Wines.

2.

BVt mine's a Vineyard, which no ruder hand Shall touch, subjected to my sole command; My selfe, with this laborious arme, will dresse it, My presence with a busie eye shall blesse it; O Princely Solomon, thy thriuing vine Is not so faire, so bountifull as mine; Thy greedie sharers claime an earned hire, But mine's reseru'd, and to my selfe entire.

3.

O Thou, that dwellestk 1.138 where th'eternall fame Of my renowne so glorifies my name, Illustrious Bride, in whose coelestiall tongue, Are Sacred spells t'enchaunt, the ruder throng; O let thy lippes, like a perpetuall storie Diuulge my graces, and declare my glorie; Direct those hearts, that Errour leades astray, Dissolue thel 1.139 Waxe, but make obdure them 1.140 Clay.

BRIDE. SONET. XXV.

MOst glorious Loue, and honourable Lord, My heart's the vowed Seruant of thy Word, But I am weake, and as a tender Vine Shall fall, vnpropt by that deare hand of thine: Assist me therefore, that I may fulfill What thou command'st, and then command thy will; O leaue thy sacred Spirit in my brest, As earnest of an euerlasting Rest.

FINIS.

Notes

• * 1.1

  CAP. 1.
• * 1.2

  Sensible gra∣ces.
• * 1.3

  Pure in heart.
• c 1.4

  The Kingdom of Heauen.
• d 1.5

  Through ap∣parant infirmi∣ties.
• e 1.6

  Glorious in him.
• f 1.7

  Weaknesse of the flesh.
• g 1.8

  Afflictions.
• h 1.9

  Forced to I∣dolatrous super∣stitions.
• i 1.10

  By reason of my weaknesse.
• k 1.11

  Being sedu∣ced by false prophets.
• l 1.12

  Persecutions.
• m 1.13

  By Idolatrie.
• n 1.14

  Through my merits and thy sanctification.
• o 1.15

  The doctrine of the true Pro∣phets.
• p 1.16

  Teacher of my Congrega∣tions.
• q 1.17

  Thy most vi∣sable parts.
• r 1.18

  Sanctification
• f 1.19

  The riebes of his holy Spirit.
• t 1.20

  The holy Prophets.
• * 1.21

  The holy Spi∣rit.
• * 1.22

  In giuing grace and re∣ceiuing glorie.
• * 1.23

  The Congre∣gation of Saints
• * 1.24

  CAP. II.
• a 1.25

  Not in out∣ward glorie.
• b 1.26

  In inward graces.
• * 1.27

  The holy Scriptures.
• * 1.28

  Thy sweet Promises.
• * 1.29

  Vexe not his Spirit with your sinnes.
• * 1.30

  The imperfe∣ctions of my pre∣sent state.
• * 1.31

  The weaknes of my flesh.
• * 1.32

  The Elect.
• * 1.33

  Angels.
• * 1.34

  The Congre∣gation of the faithfull.
• * 1.35

  To offer vp the frist fruits of obedience.
• * 1.36

  Persecutions.
• * 1.37

  The day of Iudgement.
• * 1.38

  By sanctifica∣tion.
• * 1.39

  CAP. III.
• * 1.40

  In my soule.
• * 1.41

  By strict exa∣mination.
• * 1.42

  Amongst the wisest world∣lings.
• * 1.43

  The Ministers of the Word.
• * 1.44

  At the Re∣surrection.
• * 1.45

  Through san∣ctification by my merits.
• * 1.46

  By heauenly contemplation.
• a 1.47

  Through the gifts of my Spirit.
• * 1.48

  CAP. IIII.
• b 1.49

  The modestie and puritie of thy iudgement.
• * 1.50

  Ornaments of necessarie ceremonies.
• d 1.51

  Sincere Mi∣nisters.
• e 1.52

  Doctrine of thy holy Pre∣phets.
• f 1.53

  Modest graces of the Spirit.
• * 1.54

  Magistrates.
• * 1.55

  The old and new Testaments.
• c 1.56

  The sanctified and zealous reader.
• d 1.57

  The second Death.
• e 1.58

  I will with∣draw my bodily presence.
• f 1.59

  The day of iudgement.
• g 1.60

  Infirmities of the flesh.
• * 1.61

  This vale of miserie.
• * 1.62

  Thime eye of Faith.
• * 1.63

  Diuine har∣monie.
• m 1.64

  The two Testaments.
• n 1.65

  Riddles to prophane rea∣ders.
• o 1.66

  Celestiall comforts.
• p 1.67

  The Faithfull
• q 1.68

  The Sonne of righteousnesse.
• * 1.69

  CAP. V.
• r 1.70

  Obedience.
• s 1.71

  Strong workes of Faith.
• t 1.72

  The new born fruites of the Spirit.
• u 1.73

  Too much se∣curitie.
• * 1.74

  My heart.
• x 1.75

  The pleasures of the Flesh.
• y 1.76

  Thy hardhear∣ted vnkindnesse
• * 1.77

  Repented.
• * 1.78

  The sweetnes of his graces.
• * 1.79

  False teachers.
• a 1.80

  With their false doctrines.
• * 1.81

  Diuine loue.
• * 1.82

  His Deitie.
• * 1.83

  His Huma∣nitie.
• * 1.84

  His iudgment and care of his Church.
• * 1.85

  The discouery of him in his Word.
• * 1.86

  His promises.
• q 1.87

  Those that die to sinne.
• r 1.88

  That liue to righteousnesse.
• f 1.89

  His actions.
• t 1.90

  With purenes.
• u 1.91

  His secret counsells.
• x 1.92

  Inwardly glorious.
• * 1.93

  His wayes constant, firme, and pure.
• * 1.94

  His whole carriage.
• * 1.95

  The Church is the way to Christ
• * 1.96

  CAP. VI.
• * 1.97

  Congregation of the faithfull.
• a 1.98

  Giuing graces.
• b 1.99

  Receiuing glorie.
• c 1.100

  Despairing soules.
• d 1.101

  Not yet tho∣rowly humbled.
• * 1.102

  Strengthning the weake in spirit.
• * 1.103

  The force of Repentance.
• * 1.104

  Sincere Mi∣nisters.
• * 1.105

  Thy visible parts.
• * 1.106

  Modestie, and zeale.
• c 1.107

  The pure in heart.
• f 1.108

  My Spirit.
• g 1.109

  Securitie.
• h 1.110

  Worldly plea∣sures.
• * 1.111

  CAP. VII.
• i 1.112

  Thy wages.
• h 1.113

  The girdle of truth.
• I 1.114

  The precious guifts of the ••pirit.
• m 1.115

  Wherby there is a receit of spi∣rituall Concep∣tions.
• n 1.116

  Increase of the Faithfull.
• o 1.117

  The Old and New Testament
• p 1.118

  Magistrates.
• q 1.119

  Teachers.
• r 1.120

  Glorious in all parts.
• s 1.121

  The Ceremo∣nies of the Church.
• t 1.122

  Despairing soules.
• u 1.123

  Young Con∣uerts.
• * 1.124

  Opposers of the Truth.
• x 1.125

  Congregation of the Faithfull
• y 1.126

  By afliction.
• z 1.127

  Yong Conuerts
• a 1.128

  Assemblies.
• b 1.129

  Faithfull.
• c 1.130

  Faith and good Workes.
• * 1.131

  CAP. VIII.
• * 1.132

  The vniuersal Church.
• * 1.133

  Teares and sorrowes.
• * 1.134

  Not to vexe and grieue his holy Spirit.
• * 1.135

  In humilitie.
• h 1.136

  The Church of the Gentiles then vncalled.
• i 1.137

  Vncall'd to the Truth.
• k 1.138

  In the great Congregation.
• l 1.139

  The penitent.
• m 1.140

  The pre∣sumptious.