CHRIST'S

TRIVMPH AFTER DEATH.

THE ARGUMENT.

Christ's triumph after death, 1-In His Resurrection, manifested by the effects in the creatures: st. 1-7.-In Himselfe st. 8-12.-In His Ascension into Heauen; whose ioyes are described: st. 13-16.-(1) By the accesse of all good, the blessed societie of saints, angels, &c. st. 17-19.-The sweete quiet and peace inioyed under God: st. 20.-Shadowed by the peace we enioy vnder our soueraigne: st. 21-26.-The beauty of the place: st. 27.-The caritie (as the Schoole calls it) of the saints bodies: st. 28-31.—The impletion of the appetite: st. 32, 33.-The ioy of the senses, &c. : st. 34.— (2) By the amotion of all euill: st. 35, 36.-By the accesse of all good againe: st. 37. In the glorie of the holie citie: st. 38.-In the beatificall vision of God: st. 39-42.-And of Christ: st. 43. [seqq

1 Query, clarity? G.

Christ's Triumph after Death.

I.

VT now the second morning, from her bowre

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Began to glister in her beames; and nowe
The roses of the Day began to flowre

In th' easterne garden; for heau'ns smiling browe
Halfe insolent for ioy begunne to showe:

The early sunne came liuely dauncing out,

And the bragge lambes ranne wantoning about,

That heau'n and earth might seeme in tryumph both to shout.

2.

Th' engladded Spring, forgetfull now to weepe,

Began t' eblazon from her leauie bed;

The waking swallowe broke her halfe-yeare's sleepe,
And euerie bush lay deepely purpurèd

With violets; the wood's late-wintry head

Wide flaming primroses set all on fire,

And his bald trees put on their greene attire,

Among whose infant leaues the ioyeous birds conspire.

3.

And now the taller sonnes (whom Titan warmes)
Of vnshorne mountaines, blowne with easie windes,
Dandled the Morning's childhood in their armes,
And if they chaunc't to slip the prouder pines,
The vnder corylets did catch the shines,

To guild their leaues; sawe neuer happier yeare
Such ioyfull triumph and triumphant cheare,
As though the aged world anew created wear.

4.

Say, Earth, why hast thou got thee new attire,

And stick'st thy habit full of dazies red?

Seems that thou doest to some high thought aspire,
And some newe-found-out bridegroome mean'st to wed:
Tell me, ye trees, so fresh apparrelled,

So neuer let the spitefull canker wast you,

So neuer let the heau'ns with lightening blast you, Why goe you now so trimly drest, or whither hast you?

5.

Answer me, Iordan, why thy crooked tide.

So often wanders from his neerest way,

As though some other way thy streame would slide,
And fain salute the place where something lay?
And you, sweete birds, that, shaded from the ray,

1 Copses. G.