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Edward Farr, ed.  Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth.  1845.
The High Way to Mount Caluarie
LIII. Samuel Rowlands
REPAIRE to Pilat’s hall,
Which place when thou hast found,
There shalt thou see a pillar stand,
To which thy Lord was bound.
’Tis easie to be knowne        5
To anie Christian eye;
The bloudie whips doe point it out
From all that stand thereby.
By it there lies a robe
Of purple, and a reed,        10
Which Pilat’s seruants vs’d t’ abuse,
In sinne’s deriding deed:
When they pronounced “All haile!
God saue thee!” with a breath,
And by the same cride presently,        15
“Let Christ be done to death.”
His person had in scorne,
His doctrine made a iest,
Their mockeries were a martirdome;
No wrongs but him opprest.        20
What courage lesse then his
Would haue indur’d like shame,
But would with greefs of such contempt
Haue dide t’ indure the same?
A little from that place,        25
Vpon the left-hand side,
There is a curious portlie dore,
Right beautifull and wide.
Leaue that in anie wise,
Forbid thy foot goe thether;        30
For out thereat did Iudas goe,
Despaire and he together.
But to the right hande turne,
Where is a narrow gate,
Forth which St Peter went to weepe        35
His poore distrest estate.
Doe immitate the like,
Goe out at Sorrowe’s dore;
Weepe bitterly as he did weepe,
That wept to sinne no more.        40
Keepe wide of Cayphas’ house,
Though couetous thoughts infence:
There bribery haunts, despair was hatcht;
False Iudas came from thence.
But goe on forward still,        45
Where Pilat’s pallace stands;
There where he first did false condemne,
Then wash his guiltie hands:
Confess’d he found no cause,
And yet condemn’d to die,        50
Fearing an earthly Cæsar more
Then God that rules on hie.
By this direction then
The way is vnderstood;
No porch, no dore, nor hal to passe,        55
Vnsprinckled with Christ’s blood.
So shall no errour put
Misguiding steppes betweene;
For euery drop sweet Iesus shed
Is freshly to be seene.        60
A crowne of piercing thornes
There lies imbru’d in gore;
The garland that thy Sauiour’s head
For thy offences wore.
Which when thou shalt behold,        65
Thinke what his loue hath binne,
Whose head was loaden with those briers
T’ vnlade thee of thy sinne:
Whose sacred flesh was torne;
Whose holie skinne was rent;        70
Whose tortures and extreamest paines
Thy paines in hell preuent.
As God from Babilon
Did turne, when they past cure
Refused helpe; whom he would heale,        75
Denying health t’ indure:
So from Hierusalem
The soule’s phisition goes,
When they forsook his sauing health,
And vow’d themselues his foes.        80
Goe with him, happie soule,
From that forsaken towne;
Vpon whose wals lies not a stone,
But ruine must throw downe.
Follow his feet that goes        85
For to redeeme thy losse,
And carries all our sinnes with him
To cansel on his crosse.
Behold what multitudes
Doe guard thy God about,        90
Who bleeding beares his dying tree
Amidst the Iewish rout.
Looke on with liquid eies,
And sigh from sorrowing mind,
To see the death’s-man goe before,        95
The murdering troupes behind:
Centurion hard at hand,
The theeues vpon the side,
The exclamations, shouts, and cries,
The shame he doth abide.        100
Then presse amongst the throng,
Thyselfe with sorrowes weed;
Get very neere to Christ, and see
What teares the women shed:
Teares that did turne him backe,—        105
They were of such a force—
Teares that did purchase daughters’ names
Of father’s kind remorse.
To whom hee said, Weepe not:
For me drop not a teare;        110
Bewaile your offspring and yourselues,
Greefe’s cause vnseene is neare.
Follow their steps in teares,
And with those women mourne,
But not for Christ; weepe for thyselfe,        115
And Christ will grace returne.
To Pilat’s bold demands
He yeelded no replie;
Although the iudge importun’d much,
Yet silence did denie.        120
Vnto his manie words
No answere Christ would make;
Yet to those women did he speake,
For teares’ and weeping’ sake.
Thinke on their force by teares—        125
Teares that obtained loue—
Where words too weak could not persuade,
How teares had power to moue.
Then looke toward Iesus’ load,
More then he could indure,        130
And how for helpe to beare the same
A hireling they procure.
Ioine thou vnto the crosse;
Beare it of loue’s desire;
Doe not as Cyranæus did,        135
That took it vp for hire.
It is a gratefull deed,
If willing vnderta’ne;
But if compulsion set aworke,
The labour’s done in vaine.        140
The voluntarie death,
That Christ did die for thee,
Giues life to none but such as ioy
Crosse-bearing friends to be.
Vp to Mount Caluerie        145
If thou desire to goe,
Then take thy crosse, and follow Christ;
Thou canst not misse it so.
When there thou art arriu’d
His glorious wounds to see,        150
Say, but as faithfull as the theefe,
O Lord, remember me.
Assure thyselfe to haue
A gift, all gifts excelling,
Once sold by sinne, once bought by Christ,        155
For saints’ eternall dwelling.
By Adam Paradise
Was sinne’s polluted shade:
By Christ the dunghill Golgotha
A Paradise was made.        160

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