This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1869 Excerpt: ... heare Gods growne enamour'd on their beauties were How they would thinke themselves worthy the bed Of their Creatour, and advance their head Above Mortality, promising their eyes To be made Stars to glorifie the Skies k She fled to AEgypt, and continu'd there To save her Infants Life, not skill to tell How much she joy'd at ev'ry Miracle. Presume not thou to number what her eyes Showre forth in teares, as on the Crosse she spies Her Sonne, and Saviour, nor what care me show'd, To gather up the drops of Bloud that flow'd Pure Balsome from His Side; nor venture on To write with what a violent Zeale she run To begge with Ioseph He a Tombe might have, By Whom we all are ransom'd from the Grave. Me thinks I see how by His Crosse she stood, How her sad eyes vide teares, as He dropt Bloud; Her eyes more sad, cause they retain'd their sight, And could not doe as Heaven did, loose their light. Her armes expresse the Crosse whereon He dide, As if she too meant to be crucifide. I see her Vaile rent; for it could not be The Temple should expresse more griefe than she. Me thinkes I heare her plaints. "0 Christ that I "Should give Thee Flejh; for else Thou could'Jl not dyes "Divinity is from all passion free, "That Thou canft suffer torments, was from mee. "Wherefore Thy Virgin Mother here vowes all "Her houres to Prayers, till Thy last Trumpet call." And here I crave no pardon, if my penne Stabbe those presumptous, and o're curious men, Whose bold Disputes dare into question call What sonnes she had, and whether Christ was all. As if a Mortall durst to Mary come, And court Gods Widdow, to prophane her Wombe; As if the Mother-Maide that stil gave ore To be a Mother, but a Maide no more; Or she that God and Man had borne, would be ..