Devout entertainments of a Christian soule. Composed in French by the R.F. I.H. Quarre, P. of the Oratory of Jesus, and D.D. Translated in English by J.M. of W. Prisoner in the Tower of London.

Point I.

IEsus suffers in all the parts of his body, who hath nothing whole from the feet to the head; for he is covered all over with wounds, bruised with blowes, and his bloud quite exhausted. He in∣dures all these severall paines, to expiate the abuse which we make of our bodies, & to condemne the plea∣sures and volupties of the world. Offer your Soule, your body and life to Jesus, and desire strength of him to despise the delights of this life, and grace to suffer whatsoever shall happen to you.

PRAYER.

BEnigne Iesus, what compa∣rison can there be between the grandeurs of your Sove∣raigne Majesty, and the abase∣ment of the Crosse? You are life in your divine Essence, and you are life and glory to every rationall creature. Why doe you then abase your selfe (O ineffable greatnesse) even to the torment of an ignominious death? You undergoe it for me, poor and miserable sinner, and your love reduces you to a death on the Crosse, to give life to me, who am dead by sin. This state is too unworthy of your greatnesse, remaine rather

on the Throne of your glory, and leave me in the miseries and misfortunes which I have ac∣quired by my demerits: And if your goodnesse excite and in∣vite you to shew me favour, let it be at least without concerne∣ment of your greatnesse, or a∣basement of your incomprehen∣sible Majesty. But I clearly dis∣cerne (O my Iesus) that it is your infinite goodnesse that invites you to love us with an infinite love, and hath procured the communication of your selfe to our soules, in an unconceivable manner; for you exhaust your owne person, to give your selfe unto men, and you even con∣sume your selfe in the flames of Charity, to shew me your

love and oblige me to love you. You suffer and die, to the end, that having purchased me at the price of your bloud, and life, I may be no longer mine, and live no more to my selfe, but remain wholly yours, and live only for you. Alas Lord! when will this happinesse befall me? it is what I desire; for I am yours, my soulde, my body, and actions are yours. I offer and submit them entirely, and eternally to your holy will, that you may do in, and by me what you please; for I am wholly yours, as you are all mine.