Christ's Bloody Sweate

Fatt soyle, full springe, sweete olive, grape of blesse,
That yeldes, that streames, that poures, that dost distill,
Untild, undrawne, unstampde, untouchd of presse,
Deere fruit, clere brookes, fayre oyle, sweete wine at will!
Thus Christ unforcd preventes, in shedding bloode,
The whippes, the thornes, the nayles, the speare, and roode.

He pelican's, he phœnix' fate doth prove,
Whome flames consume, whome streames enforce to die:
How burneth blood, how bleedeth burninge love,
Can one in flame and streame both bathe and frye?
How coulde He joyne a phœnix' fyerye paynes
In faynting pelican's still bleeding vaynes?

Elias once, to prove God's soveraigne poure,
By praire procurd a fier of wondrous force,
That blood and wood and water did devoure,
Yea stones and dust beyonde all Nature's course:
Such fire is love, that, fedd with gory bloode,
Doth burne no lesse then in the dryest woode.

O sacred fire! come shewe thy force on me,
That sacrifice to Christe I maye retorne:
If withered wood for fuell fittest bee,
If stones and dust, yf fleshe and bloode will burne,
I withered am, and stonye to all good,
A sacke of dust, a masse of fleshe and bloode.
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