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SANCTA MARIA DOLORVM, OR THE
MOTHER OF SORROWS.
A pathetical Descant upon the deuout Plainsong of
Stabat Mater Dolorosa.
In shade of Death's sad tree
Stood dolefull shee.
Before her eyes,
1 Appeared originally in ‘Steps' of 1648 (pp. 7-9): reprinted in 1652 and 1670. As before, our text is that of 1652 (pp. 55-61); but see Notes and Illustrations at close. The illustration, engraved by MESAGER, is reproduced in our illustrated quarto edition, G.
SINCTA MARIA DOLORVM.
What kind of marble, than,
Who can look on and see,
Sure cu'en from you
(Mly flints) some drops are que, To see so many unkind sworils contest
So fast for one soft brest : While with a faithfull, mutuall floud, llor cyes
bleed teares, IIis wounds weep bloodl.
() costly intercourse
Diuided loues. While Son and mother
25 And gather, as they come and goe : llis nailes write swords in her, which soon her heart
layes back, with more then their own smart. ller swords, still growing with His pain, Turn speares, and straight come home again.
Of borrow'd sins; and swimme In woes that were not made for Him.
Ah ! hard command
Of loue! Here must she stand,
See her life dy :
O mother turtle-doue!
That these dry lidds might borrow
45 Of thine (the noblest nest Both of Loue's fires and flouds) might I recline
This hard, cold heart of mine!
O teach those wounds to bleed
This book of loues, thus writ
With loyall cares.