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To pray to God continually ; 
To learne to know him rightfully ; 
To honour God in Trinitie ; 
The Trinitie in Vnitic; 
The Father in his maiestie ; 
The Sonne in his humanitie ; 
The Holy Ghost s benignitie ; 
Three persons one in Deitie ; 
To serue him alvvay holily ; 
To aske him all thing needfully; 
To prayse him alway vvorthely ; 
To loue him alway stedfastly ; 
To dread him alvvay fearefully ; 
To aske him mercy hartely ; 
To trust him alvvay faithfully ; 
To obey him alvvay willingly ; 
To abide him alway patiently ; 
To thank him alvvay thankfully ; 
To line here alway vertuously ; 
To vse thy neighbour honestly ; 
To looke for death still presently ; 
To helpe the poore in misery ; 
To hope for heauen s felicity ; 
To haue faith, hope, and charitie ; 
To count this life but vanitie 
Bee points of Christianize. 

[tLIZ. POLTS.J 17 



THIS is my stedfast creede, 

My faith and al my trust, 
That in the heauens ther is a God, 

Most mighty, mild, and just; 
A God abouc all gods, 

A King abouc all Kinges, 
The Lord of lords, chief Gouernour 

Of heauen and earthly things : 


That power hath of life, 

Of death, of heauen, and hell ; 
That al thing made as pleaseth him, 

So wonderfull to tell : 
That made the hanging skies, 

So deckt with diners lights; 
Of darkenes made the chereful daies, 

And al our restfull nights : 

That clad this earth with herbc, 

With trees of sundry fruits, 
With beast, with bird, both wild and tame 

Of strange and sundry suits ; 
That intermixt the same 

With mynes like veines of ore, 
Of siluer, gold, of precious stones, 

And treasures many more: 

That joined brookes to dales, 

To hils fresh water-springes, 
With riuers sweete along the meedes, 

To profit many thinges : 
That made the hoary frostes, 

The flaky snowes so trim, 
The hony deavvs, the blustring windes, 

To serue as pleaseth him : 


That made the surging seas 

In course to ebbe and flowe, 
That skilful man with sailing ship 

Mought trauell to and fro ; 
And stored so the same 

For man s vnthankfull sake, 
That euery nation vnder lieauen 

Mought thereby profit take : 

That gaue to man a soule, 

With reason how to Hue, 
That doth to him and al things els 

His blessing daily giue : 
That is not seen, yet seeth 

How man doth run his race; 
Whose daily works, both good and bad, 

Stand knowne before his face : 

That sendeth thundering claps 

Like terrors out of hell, 
That man may know a God ther is, 

That in the heauens doth dwel : 
That sendeth threatning plagues 

To keep our Hues in awe, 
His benefites if we forget, 

Or do contempne his lawe : 

That dayly hateth sinne, 

That loueth vertue well, 
And is the God of Abraham, 

Isaac and Israel : 
That doth his pleasure take, 

When we his laws offend ; 
And yet amids his heauy wrath 

His mercy doth extend. 

This is that Lord of hosts, 
The Father of vs all. 


The maker of whatere was made, 

My God on whom I call ; 
Which for the lone of man 

Sent downe his onely Sonne, 
Begot of him hefore the worldes 

Were any whit begonne. 

This entred Marie s womb, 

As fayth affirmeth sure ; 
Conceyued by the Holy Ghost, 

Borne of that virgin pure. 
This was both God and man, 

Of Jewes the hoped King ; 
And liued here, saue only sinne, 

Like man in euery thing. 

This is that virgin s Child, 

That same most Holy Priest, 
The Lamb of God, the Prophet great, 

Whom Scripture calleth Christ : 
This that Messias was 

Of whom the prophet spake, 
That should tread down the serpent s head, 

And our atonement make. 

This Judas did betray 

To false dissembling Jewes, 
Which vnto Pilat, being iudge, 

Did falsly him accuse ; 
Who through that wicked judge, 

And of those Jewes despight, 
Condemned and tormented was 

With all the force they might. 

To lining, with more euill 

What could such wretches do ? 

More pearcing wounds, more bitter pains, 
Than they did put him to . 


They crowned him with thorne, 
That was tlie King of kings, 

That sought to sane tlic soule of man 
Aboue all worldly things. 

This was the Pasrall Lamb, 

\\ hose loue for vs so stoode, 
Tliat on the mount of C aluerine 

Did shed for vs his blond : 
Where hanging on the crosse, 

No shame he did forsake, 
Till death giuen him by pearcing speare 

An end of life did make. 

This Joseph seeing dead, 

The body thence did crane, 
And took it forthwith from the crosse, 

And layd it in his graue. 
Downe thence he went to hell, 

In vsing there his will 
His soule I meane, his flayed corps 

In tomhe remaining still. 

From death to life againe 

The third day this did rise, 
And scene on earth to his elect 

Times oft in sundry wise; 
And after into heauen 

Ascende he did in si<_ r ht, 
And sitteth on the right hand there 

Of (iod, the Father of might: 

Where for vs wretches all 

His Father he doth pray 
To haue respect vnto his death, 

And put our sinnes away. 
From thence with sounded trump, 

Which novse all fle-di shall dread. 


He shal returne with glory againe, 
To judg the quicke and dead. 

In God the Holy Ghost 

I firm el y do beleue, 
Which from the Father and the Sonne 

Proceeding, life doth giue : 
Which by the prophets spake ; 

Which doth all comfort send ; 
Which 1 do trust shal he my guide, 

When this my life shal end. 

A holy catholyke church 

On earth I graunt there is, 
And those which frame their Hues by that 

Shall neuer spede amisse : 
The head whereof is Christ, 

His woord the chiefes post ; 
Preseruer of this Temple great 

Is God the Holy Ghost. 

I do not doubt there is 

A multitude of saintes : 
More good is done resembling them 

Then showing them our plaints. 
Their faith and workes in Christ 

That glory them did giue ; 
Which glory we shal likewise haue, 

If lykewise we so Hue. 

At God of heauen there is 

Forgiueness of our sinnes 
Through Christe s death, through faith in it. 

And through none other ginnes : 
If we repentant here 

His mercy daily crane, 
Through stedfast hope and faith in Christ 

Forgiueness we shal haue. 


1 hope and trust vppon 

The rising of the flesh : 
This corps of mine, that first must dye, 

Shall rise againe afresh. 
The body and soule euen then 

In one shall ioined bee : 
As Christ did rise from death to life, 

Euen so through Christ shal we. 

As Christ is glorified, 

And neuer more shal dye ; 
As Christ ascended is to heauen, 

Through Christ euen so shall 1 : 
As Christ I compt my head, 

And I am member of his, 
So God, I trust, for Christe s sake, 

Shall settle me in blisse. 


Laudetur Domiuus in (rternum. 

OH heauenly Spirit of cspcciall power, 
That in thy hand thy praise of praises boldest ; 
And from the top of truthe s triumphant tower 
The hidden fence of fairest thoughts vnfoldest : 
Inspire this hart and humble soule of mine 
With some sweet sparkle of thy power deuine. 
Teach me to tbinck but on that onely thought, 
Wherein doth Hue the grace of vertue s glory ; 
And learae no more then what thy truth hath taught 
To those best wits that write thy worthie storie ; 
Wherein is scene in heauen and earth s preseruing 
The highest point of praises, praise deseruing. 

Let not compare come neere vnto none such : 

Heauen bee my thought, and let the world go by ; 

And say with all that, say I nere so much, 

All are but trifles to thy treasurie : 

For all no more then what thy mercie giueth, 

Who can behold wherein thy glory liueth ? 

No; I can see the shining of the sunne, 
But cannot sound the essence of the light: 
Then of thy face, in whom that faire begunne, 
How can my soule presume to haue a sight ? 
No, my deere God, thy glory hath a beeing, 
Where eie, nor heart, nor soule, may haue a seeing. 

And therefore, Lord, since such thy glory is 
As cannot bee but of thyselfe conceiued ; 


And heauen nor earth conteines that sparke of blisse 
But from thy hand of mercy is receiued ; 
What spirit can liir sweetest passion raise 
Neere to the due of thy deserued praise ? 

Vet since all glory doth belong to thee, 

Thy name in all things must bee magnified ; 

And by thy mercie thou hast made mcc sec 
I Ho\v in my soule thou maist be glorified : 
In that sweet mercy make my soule to know, 

How best I may that blessed glory show. 


Hespice finem. 

MAN S pleasures passe ; respect them not ; 
His glory glisters but a tyme; 
His famous fare is soone forgot ; 
His highest hap breedes cursed crime : 

But this to thee doth chiefly tend; 

But what thou dost, respect thy ende. 
To graft thy glory in the glose 
Of gorgeous geere and braue araie, 
Were sure to plant a vaine suppose 
On that which weares betymes away : 

The surest shroude that may thee shend, 

Is, what thou dost respect thy ende. 
Attempt no trade that tickle is, 
Or that which standes aboue thy strength ; 
For sure the path to perfect blissc 
Hath not the square for such a length : 

But when thou wouldst thyselfe defend, 

In what thou dost respect thy ende. 
For when that doubles and deepc delayes 
Can not ascertaine thy pretence, 
Presume not much, nor set assayes 
To that thou canst not well conuince : 

From hence all hap doth still descend ; 

In what thou dost respect the ende. 
Or if the thing thou maist attaine 
For present tyme hath pleasant tast, 
Returne betimes to this againe, 
To see if like it be at last ; 

And trust no stayes that eases lend, 

But what thou dost, respect the ende. 





Tln> Papist s Request. 

I pit AY thee, Protestant, bcare with me, 
To aske tliee (juestions two or three ; 
And if an answere thou canst make, 
.More of thy counsell I will take. 
If not, then must thou be content 
That I remayne, as 1 am bent, 
A Roman Catholike to be, 
Which was a Protestant once with thec ; 
But now am gone away from you, 
To those I take for Christians true. 

The Protestant s Ansirere. 
I am content, Sir C atliolikc, 
To heare, and grant the thing you seek : 
But how should I assured bee 
That you will then be rulde by mee, 
When in your lawe it is set downe, 
You may break faith with king and clowne ? 
Well yet if (iod and learned men 
Will giue me leaue to vse my pen, 
I answere will, tho simply, 
Your (juestions drawne from Popery. 

The Papist s CompUiynt* 
Many and sundry sects appeare 
Now in the world, both farre and neere ; 

268 j. RHODES. 

The Protestant, the Puritan, 

The Caluinist, and Zwinglian, 

The Brownist, and the Family of Loue, 

And many more that I can proue ; 

Beside the Romane faith truely, 

Which Protestants call Papistry. 

All these are Christ s true church, they say ; 

But now on which shall my soule stay ? 

The Protestant s Answers. 

Strange sects there are, and so will be, 
Tiie church to trye in eche degree : 
But for the most of them you name, 
They are not worthy of that blame. 
The Brownist, he is punished ; 
The Familists from vs are fled : 
If we were rid of Papists too, 
Both kingdoms 1 should haue lesse to doo. 
And you that will of sects complayne, 
Shew which by law we doe maintayne. 

The Pdpixt s further Coniplaynt. 

All these with Rome in very deede 
Rehearse all artikles of the creede, 
And euery one of them still saith, 
Theirs is the true Catholike faith. 
But how should I, amongst all these, 
Know truth from falshood, God to please ? 
This is the thing that still I seeke, 
To know the true Church Catholike, 
The fellowship and company 
Of holy men in vnity. 

England and Ireland. 


The Protestant s Answere. 
It these with Home, and thousands moe, 
Keceyue our ereede, and yet will goe 
So many hundred steppes awry 
As Willet dooth in you descry 8 ; 
They are not worthy once to beare 
The name of Christians anywhere. 
Returne agayne, therefore, I say, 
To C hri-t, and to God s word alway. 
Then you shall see that Ynity 
Is nothing without Verity. 

The Papist proceeded. 

I in your Bibles thus haue read, 

The Church must through the world be spred ; 

For Christ he his apostles sent, 

With power and with commandement, 

That to all nations they should goe, 

To preach and to baptize also. 

What company then tooke in hand 

To winne and to conuert this land, 

With other countreyes farre and neere, 

But Home, our mother Church most deere . 

The Protestant s Answere* 
Our Bibles teach all trueth indeede, 
Which euery Christian ought to reede : 
But Papists thereto will say nay ; 
Because their deedes it doth bewray. 
Christ, he the twelue apostles sent 3 ; 
But who gauc you commandement 

IJ In Sytmpfii I upismi, printed 1000; where five hundred 
heresies are found in popery. 
3 Matt, xxviii. 19, 20. 

270 J. RHODES. 

To whine and gather anywhere ? 

To bind by othe, to vowe, and sweare 

New proselytes to Popery, 

Gaynst trueth, our prince, and countrey 1 ? 

The Papist proceedes. 
Saint Paul in his Epistle sayth, 
The Romanes had the Catholike fayth, 
And was so farre fourth renowned, 
That none like it was published 
Throughout the world in places all, 
To be the trueth vniuersall. 
If yours in England had bene so, 
Then to your churches I would go ; 
But till you proue your faith thus cleere, 
To yours I will no more come neere. 

The Protestant s An.ncere. 
When Rome returnes to Christ againe, 
And be as once it did remaine ; 
I meane, when Paul to them did write 2 , 
And when that fifteene popes in fight 
Did suffer for the Gospell pure 3 ; 
England for truth, you may be sure, 
Will ioyne and ioy with Rome againc, 
With Italy, with Fraunce and Spaine ; 
And Antichrist shall be cast downe, 
Which now doth wcare the triple crowne 4 . 

The Papist proceedes. 
We reade in prophet Malachy, 
There shall be offrings farre and nye ; 
A cleane oblation sacrifice 
From place where now the sun doth rise 

1 Jesuit s doctrine. Watt, xxiii. 15. 2 Rom. i. 7, . 

* See The 1 agent of Popes, made by J. Stuaty. 
4 Rev. xviii. 


Ynto the setting of the same. 
O, wliat is that . I pray thee, name. 
It this be not the holy masse, 
Tie be a Protestant as I was: 
Wherefore resolue me speedily, 
If thou-wilt haue my company. 

The Protestant s Answere. 
Saint Jerome and Tertullian, 
Or any other learned man, 
Writing on this short prophecy 
Preached by prophet Malachy 5 , 
Shall iudge in this for vs and you, 
Who giues best sence and meaning true. 
We say it speakes of pure prayer; 
Not of your masse, but Christ s supper: 
And you, to make poore soules your asse, 
Doe save its meant of popish masse. 

Tin- Papist procewles. 

In tli eighteenth Psalme there it is found, 
That all the world shall heare their sound : 
That is to say, shall vnderstand, 
In euery nation, realme, and land, 
That Rome, and eke the fayth of Rome, 
Is vniuersall without doome. 
Goe where you will the world throughout, 
And Home is famous without doubt. 
And if this marke you doe not want, 
Then presently 1 will recant. 

The Protestant s Answere. 

The Psalme for number you mistooke, 
Kighteene for nineteene in your booke : 

4 Malachi i. 2. 

272 j. RHODES. 

The sense thereof first literall 
Is meant of creatures great and small. 
And to the Romanes for the sound 1 
Is meant God s word which doth abound : 
And not for Popish doctrine taught, 
Of which in that age no man thought. 
Therefore your sound, glory, and fame, 
Is now nought else but open shame. 


The Pa j list proceed es. 
This is another marke most sure, 
The fayth of Christ must still endure; 
According as our Sauiour sayd, 
When for Saint Peter once lie prayd : 
Simon; thy faith shall neuer fayle ; 
The gates of hell shall not preuayle ; 
The Holy Ghost your Comforter, 
He shall remayne with you euer; 
And myselfe, your surest friend, 
Will be with you to the world s end. 

The Protestants Answers. 
We graunt the trueth must stil endure; 
But of this one thing let s be sure : 
And that is, whether we or you 
Doe hold the fayth of Christ most true. 
Your doctrine is a doung-hill heape 
Of man s traditions 2 , which did creepe 
Into the Church by some and some, 
Vntil you had spoyled Christ s kingdome. 
Christ s words to Peter you abuse; 
Therefore your sense we doe refuse. 

1 Rom. x. 18. 

2 Matt. xv. 10, xxiii. See Beacon s booke entituled The 
\ Rfliques of Hume. 


The Papist proceeded. 

Saint Paul doetli playnly write, and say, 
There shall he in the Church alway 
Apostles, prophets, and such like, 
That for the flocke of Christ shall seeke, 
And by their preaching bring them home, 
Of Jews and Gentiles, where they roame. 
Our Church haue those, and many moe, 
Which labour thus, and bide much woe. 
If this be false, and not at Rome, 
Then will I be conuerted soone. 

The Protestant s Ann were. 

Saint Paul in places three 3 doth showc, 

What men into the world should goe ; 

And after those, of pastours all, 

Tiiat should bring men from Sathan s thrall, 

In setled congregation stil, 

There to be taught God s word and will 4 . 

But as for munks, for priests, for fryers, 

For jestiites, and common lyers, 

They haue no warrant in God s word, 

Although they reign with fire and sword. 


The I upixt procwdes. 
This is another marke most cleare : 
The Church of God must still appcare. 
And as a city on a hill. 
So must we see it flourish still ; 
And as a candle shining bright, 
So must God s Church appeare in sight. 

8 Rom. xii.6; 1 Cor.xii.8; Eph. iv. 11. * Acts xx. 20. 

274 J. RHODES. 

Our Sauiour saith, If one offend, 
And will not by rebukes amend, 
Esteeme him as a wicked man, 
A heathen or a publican. 

The Protestant s Answere. 
How long will papists blinded be 
In that which euery eye may see ? 
The Church is called militant, 
And troubles it doth neuer want 1 : 
So that sometimes, as sunne and moone, 
It is eclips t and hath her doome, 
In man s conceit to shine no more; 
But God againe doth her restore, 
To shine and shew her beautie bright, 
To teach and censure men aright. 


The Papist proceeded. 

And is not that the Church most true, 
Wherein succeeded, still in viewe, 
Of bishops some two hundred, three, 
As thou in histories mayest see ? 
Saint Peter first, and then the rest, 
Which haue the people taught and blest 3 . 
Shew me this marke once amongst you, 
And I will say your faith is true. 
If not, it is die Church of Rome 
That I will cleaue vnto for doome. 

The Protestant s Answere. 
For trueth, this your succession 
Came from false prophets euery one, 

1 Xecli. xiii.7 ; 1 Kings xix. 14; Matt. ii. 16. 

2 Head for disproofe of this the councill of Hippo, and 
the third councill of Carthage. 


From Balaam s time vnto this day, 
With high priests and such like alway. 
And holy iScripture doth describe 
The poj)e with his condemned pride : 
And though you say he doth excell, 
Vet he and you may hurne in hell. 
John in the Reuclation 
Writes of Home s desolation. 


The Papist proceedes. 

There is another marke also, 

By which the true Church you may know ; 

And that indeedc is vnitie, 

Set out in many a similie 

By Christ our Sauiour; who foretold 

Of one shepheard, and one sheepefold ; 

One spouse ; one husband her to loue ; 

One derling deare, and OIK? fay re doue : 

One fayth, one baptisrae is heere, 

And no dissention dooth appeare. 

The Protes font s Answer e. 

The name of Church I know you seeke, 

Though euery way you he vnlike: 

By these your markes eche filth may protic 

Thomselues to he Christ s Church and done. 

Eche sinne is spred vniuersall ; 

Its visible to great and small. 

Idolaters haue vnity, 

And hypocrites antitjuity : 

But trueth, which euery one should bring, 

They and you want in euerything. 

276 J. RHODES. 


The Papist proceedes. 
You Protestants doe daily read, 
In Nicen and Apostles creed, 
The Church of God must holy bee, 
Which we performe in each degree; 
Most holy men and sacrifice, 
Sweet seruice and fine ceremonies 1 ; 
Seuen sacraments we haue alwaies, 
Double and treble holydaies ; 
Virgins and saints, martyrs, and all, 
Be ours, and you haue none at all. 

The Protestant s Answer e. 

God s Church, we know, is sanctifide 
By Christ his Spirit, who is their guide ; 
And holy dueties still they doe 
On Sabboth dales, and other too. 
But your vaine seruice we detest, 
Your May-game pastimes, and the rest ; 
Your popish saints and votaries all ; 
Your traytrous martyrs, great and small. 
Nothing in you but holynesse, 
When none commit more wickednesse. 



The Papist proceedes, and concludes with this speach. 
Our Sauiour warnes vs to haue care, 
And of false prophets to beware ; 
Which in his name to vs will come, 
Not sent by him, and yet they rupne ; 

1 Prov. xxvii. 2, teacheth another lesson. 


Strong theeues, not entring in aright 
By Christ the (lore; but in the night 
They breake in at the window hie, 
And steale that none may them espie : 
Their com m ing is not to doe good, 
But like to wolues they thirst for blood. 

Yet in sheepe s clothing these doe goe, 
Because God s people should not knowe 
But that they are his pastors sure, 
Which Christ hath sent with doctrine pure, 
To teach, to preach, to set, and sowe, 
That Christ in th end might reap and mow: 
But when their seeds are somewhat sprung, 
They proue but tares and darnell young ; 
Thistles and thornes so are they found, 
Choking and cumbering the ground*. 

These line ene as they list truly : 
Their god we see is their belly; 
Like dogges and foxes so they range ; 
Sects they deuise, and schismes strange ; 
Heaping vpon themselues damnation, 
For liuing after such a fashion. 
These notes and marks we find in you, 
More then in any Turk or lew, 
Who doe deny the name of Christ, 
And doe not make them any priest. 

You say, that your faith did appeare 
To be the truth sixe hundred yeare: 
But tell me then, Sir, if you can, 
When Popery at first began ? 
Where were the seruants of the Lord ? 
Durst none of them then speake a word ? 

8 -Matt. xiii. 3 8. 

278 J. RHODES. 

Where were the feeders of the shecpe ? 
Were they all dead, or fast asleepe ? 
Did none of them defend the trueth, 
But was controld in age and youth? 

Did now St Peter s strong faith fayle? 

And did the gates of hell preuayle ? 

Or did the salt his sauour lose ? 

Did Christ some other spouse then choose ? 

Or was truth s piller ouerthrowne, 

By which all truth was to be knowne ? 

If this were so, Christ s word so playne, 

And promises, must be but vaine ; 

Which was that heauqn and earth should quaile, 

Before his word one iote should faile. 

Where haue you byn so long a time ? 
And vnto whom did your light shine? 
Where did your chiefest pastor sit . 
Who kept your keies, your helme, and ship ? 
Shew vs some churches you haue built, 
As we can shew where you haue spilt. 
What, were all damned eternally, 
That were not of your company 1 ? 
How might a man haue found you out, 
To heare and helpe in things of doubt? 

When Luther, like a lying fryer, 
One whom the diuell did inspire, 
Did breake his vow to wed a nun, 
Euen then your heresie begun, 
And fauouered was in Saxony 
By dukes that loued liberty ; 
And in king Edward s time agayne 
It gan to growe and spread amayne 9 . 

1 We are not judges in this matter: we leave them to 

9 Note this his impudency and slaunder. 


A thousand yeeres, you write and sav, 
That papistry did beare the sway. 

And during all that time and space 
We say you durst not shew your face. 
Who kept the holy Scriptures then 
From hands of vilde and wicked men 3 ? 
\\ ho had authority to ordaine 
Bishops, doctors, and priests, againe ? 
For he that came in without order, 
Comes as a theefe to steale and murder: 
He is a wolfe, and not a priest ; 
An enemy, no friend to Christ 4 . 

And one thing more dootli make me muse, 

That our priests you did not refuse 

To say your seruice, and to sing 

A psalme of Dauid. Note that thing. 

This man a benefice might haue, 

If he at any time did craue. 

Like lereboam, so dealt yee, 

And tooke all sorts of eche degree: 

A worthy mingle-mangle then 

Was made of you, for lacke of men. 

How may your Church make any priest, 

If she be not the Church of Christ . 

Answere these questions, if you can, 

And I will be a Protestan. 

JJut while your answere you demise, 

I counsell all men that are wise 

To hold the fayth mayntayned hcere 

The space of fifteene hundred ycere, 

Or of one thousand at the least; 

From which who turnes shall prone a beast. 

8 God did preserve his word at all times. Jer. nvii. 
4 John x. 



Saint Austin our apostle was, 

Who came from Rome and here said masse 1 : 

He first arriued here in Kent, 

And so to other places went. 

His fay tli came from pope Gregory 2 , 

Which fayth was kept successiuely 

By many bishops, as we read, 

From Peter s time, who was the head : 

Who learn d his fayth of Christ, I say, 

To whom be prayse now and alway. 

Amen. Amend. Papist, amend. 

The Protestant s Answers to the Papist s large 

By this time you are out of breath ; 

Such periods may breede your death. 

But I will set out with such pace, 

As shall, and may, I hope, winne grace 

With God, with Christ, and all good men 

That eucr wrote with inke and pen : 

The goale I trust to winne at last, 

And when I haue it, holde it fast, 

Unto the honour of his name, 

That gaue me power to winne the same. 

The most of these I might reuert 
Vpou your selues, which can peruert 
Both word and history of times, 
To cloke your lewd and open crimes. 
But something briefly I will say, 
For that which you cast in our way, 
As stumblingblocks for euery one 
To stumble at, where you make mone. 

1 It is more than ever he did challenge. 

3 Faith is the, gift of God : no man can give it. Jamesi.17. 


Consider well that you, therefore, 
Are euen those men whom ye abliore. 

Ye are false prophets teaching lies 3 ; 
You weare sheepe s clothing to disguise ; 
You runne and range not being sent 4 , 
For which you ought still to repent. 
You are those theeues that enter in 
To Christ his Church, and neuer lyn ; 
While you haue stor d yourselues with good, 
And fil d yourselues like wolues with blood 5 . 
You enter not by Christ the doore, 
But by the pope, the Romish whoore. 

You blind men s eies with outward showes, 
And say that you are no man s foes : 
You fast from flesh to eat good fish, 
With fruites and many a costly dish . 
You pray on beades, and prey on men ; 
You doe deuoure maids and women. 
You scldome preach, and that but lies, 
The pope and popelings to suffice : 
Your doctrine comes from the pope s schoole, 
Where many a wise man proues a foole. 

Your doctrine comes not from God s booke, 

But you on lyes and legends looke ; 

On fcstiuals and Hues of saints, 

Which you haue made with your owne paints. 

God s word you count of little force, 

And to the same haue small recor^e : 

Your people from it you disswade, 

Because that, like two-edged blade, 

It doth deuidc, and eke descry 

Man s sinne and popish treachery. 

1 Matt. vii. ]. r ). * Jcr. xxiii. 21 ; John x. 8. 

* .Matt, xxiii. 14 ;2 Tim. iii. 6. Matt, xxiii. 2.0. 

282 J. RHODES. 

Your doctrine is but darncll sure 
Vnto this graine, God s word so pure. 
What is the chaff vnto the wheat ! 
Wliat is man s wit to wisdome great? 
Your gold is brasse; your siluer tinne ; 
Your teaching drosse; your deeds but sinne. 
Remember what you taught and did, 
Before that your bad tricks were spi d : 
Remember persons, time and place, 
And so repent and call for grace. 

Whereas you charge our lines for bad, 

We grieue thereat : we are not glad : 

If you did rule, it would be so, 

And ten times worse, full well I knowe. 

This realme is very populous, 

And you, like night-birds, hinder vs. 

Christ said, you know, that in each land, 

Sinne, it would get the vpper hand 1 : 

Let all men striue, therefore, say I, 

Against all sinne and popery. 

You line at ease, and as you will ; 

Like epicures yourselues you fill : 

Your belly is your god, indeede 2 ; 

Your puffed cheekes your hands doe feede. 

The best of all things in eche land 

By slights you got into your hand 3 . 

Thus did you fast, thus did you prey 

On men and women night and day. 

A thousand waies your gaines come in 

Through Antichrist, that man of sinne. 

You would no wines, for that was ill 4 ; 
But whoores and harlots at your will : 

1 Matt. xxiv. 12. 2 Phil. iii. 19. 

Amosvi. 1,2. 4 1 Cor. vii. 1,2. 


No woman must come in your sight, 

Vnlessc it wore some nun by night. 

Your common stewes you still maintains ; 

For why . they bring tlie pope much gaine. 

When manasteries brake vp here, 

Then did your filthinesse appeare : 

Thousands of infants heads were found 

In punds and places, which you drown d". 

Like dogges and foxes therefore you 6 

Did lead your Hues: it is your due: 

Like swine 7 , like wolues, like Sathan s brood, 

That neuer did God s people good. 

Like hypocrites 8 in euery place 

You lined, and doe, without God s grace: 

You make poore people to beleeue, 

That you can all their sinnes forgiue. 

It were too long to make relation, 

How you and yours descrue damnation. 

But where you say that we doe write 

Of this our faith, which you despite, 

That it was found and did appeare 

To be the trueth sixe hundred yeare : 

We say, that from Christ his assension 

For our fayth was no such contention, 

As papists make now at this day, 

Nor in that apace of yeeres, we say : 

Hut this our faith it euer stood, 

Euen since that Abel lost his blood. 

On God s sweet word we doc depend 9 , 

For it shall iudge vs in the end : 

It is our wisdome and our ioy, 

And man s tradition 10 are a toy. 

5 Set: Synopsis I apismi. 8 Cant. ii. 15. 3. 

T 2 I t-t. ii. 22. 8 Luke xi. 39 42. 

" John vi. 68 ; xii.48. 10 .Matt, xxiii. 

284 J. RHODES. 

Though some things hard doe there appeare, 

The rest we read in all the yeare, 

And find that it sufficient is 

To guide all men to heauenly blisse 1 . 

What would you more, but that you stand 

For popish trash in euery land ? 

Now where you ask of popery, 

When it begun and to sit hie ; 

I ansvvere will to your demand 

Both readily and out of hand. 

It bred in the Apostles time, 

And so increaste by many a signe : 

Great strife then grew three hundred yeres, 

As in Church stories it appeares, 

For many things ; but chiefly, one 

Who should be supreme head alone 2 . 

All bishops wrote against this thing : 

No emperour would euer bring 

Any one bishop to the same, 

Till wicked Phocas time by name : 

But he, a wicked murtherer, 

Vnto this act was furtherer, 

That none might checke him for that deedc 

Of killing father, mother, and seede. 

Thus did proud bishop Boniface, 

Third of that name, set in highest place 3 . 

And now the other bishops three, 
That made vp foure of one degree, 
Were first made vassal vnto Rome, 
From whence all popish trash doth come. 
When Boniface was thus aloft, 
He play d his part, and wonders wrought: 

1 Ps. xix. 7 ; 2 Tim. ili. 1517. 

2 Read the Acts and Monuments, and other stories. 

3 See Beda, Eusebeius, Jewel, and Foxe s book. 


Ami so did all of Rome beside, 
Untill they grew to their full pride ; 
And were of late unhorst agayne 
By Christian kings that them disdayne 4 . 

The true Church was eclipsed then, 

And had in scorne of carnall men : 

The prophesies fulfilled were 

Of Dan it ll, who pray d in feare 5 ; 

And those in Reuelation, 

Which God did giue vnto St John . 

A thousand yeeres this held out so, 

That Christ s true flock you could not know, 

JJut by their persecution sharpe, 

Which they endur d with willing hart. 

Vet still Christ and his Gospell stood, 

In persecution and in blood. 

The popes left off to preach and teach, 

And after worldly things to reach. 

In time they grew so fierce and fell, 

That no good man with them could dwell. 

They put down kings and princes hie, 

Abusing them to slauery. 

And what they said or did was lawe : 

Thus euery one was kept in awe. 

In all your popes true faith did faile, 
And hell itselfe did much preuaile 7 : 
The Milt his sauor lost in them ; 
Christ was in truth rejected then. 
Yea, all his death and glorious passion 
Was turn d into another fashion. 
Kach pope a new toy did deuise 
To blind ami bleare the people s eyes: 

4 2 Tim. iii.9. s Dan. ix. 

" Kev.xii. 2Thcss.ii. 4. 

286 J. RHODES. 

Fooles, apes, and asses still they made 

Of God s poore people by this trade 1 . 

The second question that you make, 

I ansvvere will for each man s sake, 

That cannot ansvvere readily 

Your arguments and sophistry. 

Where was our Church, you say, that time ? 

Where did the beauty of it shine ? 

Where did our chiefest pastour sit ? 

Who kept our keyes? who rulde our ship? 

You bid vs shew you churches built, 

As you can shew those we haue spilt. 

To these, in order as they lye, 

I will in few words now reply: 

Where is the sunne, the moone, the stars, 

When cloudes and darknes make them wars ? 

Doe they not shine still, where they be, 

Vnder those cloudes ? euen so did we. 

Our chiefest pastour, he is Christ ; 

And he sits in the heauens highest. 

He hath the keyes, and guides our ship, 

And laughes to scorne our little wit 3 . 

For churches, first we answere you 

By churches of another hiewe : 

How many churches hath Christ built, 

And you the blood of them haue spilt . 

Of other churches that you speake, 

God in his Judgement doth them breake, 

Euen as he did Hierusalem 

For killing of his prophets then ; 

And as he did the hill-altars 

And groues of all idolaters 3 . 

1 See Beacon s booke Of the Retinues of Rome. 

3 Isa.ix.7; Rev.ii.27; ICor.v. 25; John x. 16 ; Ps. ii. 9. 

8 Deut. vii. 5; 1 Kings xviii.4 ; Luke xiii. 34. 


You aske what are become alway 

Of all that dyed to this day ? 

We are no judges in this case; 

We leaue them to the throne of grace. 

Idolaters may aske you so, 

Of those that haue died long agoe: 

Wliat answere can you make therein 

But this ? that God tor all their sinne 

May iustly damn them if he will, 

Or sane, where he likes not to kill. 

When Ahram was with Tera, he, 
His father dean 1 , as children he, 
And God cald Abraham away, 
What, should he not God s call ohay . 
Or should he answere as you doe, 
u As my friends did, I will doe too?" 
But you will say, you he none such, 
When yet you vse like things too much 
Try by the Scriptures well, and see 
Who comes neer st idoles, you or me. 

You aske, how you might find vs out, 
To answere things that were in doubt. 
I say, that euen as wolues by kinde 
The; sheep and lam be* in field can finde. 
So did you find vs to our cost; 
Or else how were our hues so lost, 
First in the persecutions ten, 
And in the rest succeeding them, 
In England, Scotland, and in Fraunce, 
And euery place you taught that daunce ? 

But when the day of count shall come, 
That you shall answere all, and some; 
When Christ, the Master of the sheepe, 
Shall reckon vs, as it is meet ; 

288 J. RHODES. 

Then from the blood of Abel s time, 

Vnto the last of such like crime, 

You and the rest shall answere all, 

Vnto your sorrovve, griefe, and thrall. 

Vnlesse you doe repent with speed, 

Your count will fearefull be indeed 1 . 

Till Luther s time you say that we 

Heard not of Christ; but you shall see 

That we, not you, haue heard of him, 

As onely pardoner of our sinne. 

Thrise happy Luther, and the rest, 

(Except some faults which we detest;) 

And ten times happy euery land, 

That hath receiued with strong hand 

The Gospell pure of Christ on hie, 

And haue put downe all popery ! 

You aske, Who kept all Scripture then? 

Who made our priests, and all church-men ? 

We answere, that our God of loue 

Did sane and keepe it from aboue, 

As in the time of Jeremy, 

When it was burnt by Jehudy 3 ; 

And as the arke deliuered was 

From Philistins, as came to passe 3 ; 

And finally, as God can make 

All creatures serue his Church, and quake. 

Now for our Churche s ordination, 
We know the Scripture s good relation ; 
And so were made our bishops all, 
Our ministers both great and small 4 . 
Salamon made Sadock he 
Priest in Abiathar s room to be : 

1 Luke xi.47 52 ; Matt, xxv ; Rev. ii. 4 20; iii. 1619 : 
vi.9, 10; xx. 2 Jer. xxxvi. 27. 

3 1 Sam. v. 4 Acts xx. ; Tit. i. 5. 


So that, insteed of popish priests, 
Our queen sent ministers for Christ ; 
And though a time some were but weake, 
Vet now a number can well speake. 

And when you say, you marvell how 
We did receyue such as did vow 
Themselues your priests of popish order, 
To serue with vs in any border ; 
My answere is, that you might see 
What men of mercy protestants be ; 
Which would receiue all to saluation, 
And not condemne them in your fashion. 
You did deuise and striue to keepe 
All heere from feeding of our sheepe. 

An ordination may be good, 
Though some men guilty of soule s blood 
Unworthy be in Church to serue, 
For punishment that they deserue. 
Some things took ill in hand also 
At first, may yet in time, we know, 
Proue good againe ; and so may this : 
The churchman s calling is for blisse. 
If yours not so, or be not right, 
Amend your fault: beare vs no spight. 

And to conclude: you bragge and say, 

That Austin first did here bewray 

The trueth of Christ: but it s not so; 

True histories does name vs moe. 

Hut graunt that hee first taught this land : 

Were all things good come from his hand . 

No, no ; he taught much popery, 

But not so much as now doth fly. 

Simon Zelotes, and Saint Paul, 

Are said to teach vs first of all. 

f I.LIZ. POKT8.1 19 

290 J. RHODES. 

Till you these things doe well disproue, 

I wish all men in tender loue 

To note what I haue sayd herein, 

To turne to God, and leaue their sinne ; 

To trust no popish Jesuite, 

Nor yet in masse-priests to delight. 

For certainely their hierarchy, 

Their kingdome and their policy, 

Shall, will, and must of force fall downe, 

For Christ abhorres the triple crowne. 

This Christ in mercy, therefore, saue 
Our queene and vs with that we haue ; 
Our children and posterity, 
And keepe vs from all popery : 
His holy gospell graunt vs still, 
And frame vs to his holy will ; 
That we may know and lone the same 
Vnto the glory of his name : 
Pray, heare, and reade continually, 
That from his truth we neuer flye ! 




Jteioyre, Jtcinyce, icith hart and voice, 
In Christe s byrth this day reioyce. 

FROM Virgin s womb this day did spring 
The precious Seede that onely sailed man : 
This day let man reioyce and sweetly sing, 
Since on this day saluation first began. 

This day did Christe man s soule from death 

With glorious saintes to dwell in heaven aboue. 

This day to man came pledge of perfect peace ; 

This day to man came loue and unitie ; 

This day man s greefe began for to surcease ; 

This day did man receaue a remedie 

For each offence, and euery deadly sinne, 
With gillie hart that erst he wandred in. 

In Christe s flock let loue be surely plaste ; 

From C hriste s flock let concord hate expell ; 

Of Christe s flock let loue be so embraste, 

As we in Christe, and Christe in vs may dwell. 
Christe is the author of all unitie, 
From whence proceedeth all felicitie. 

O sing vnto this glittering glorious King ; 

() praise his name let euery lining thing : 

Let heart and voice, like belles of siluer, ring 

The comfort that this day did bring. 

Let lute, let shalme, with sound of sweet delight, 
The ioy of Christe s birth this day resight. 

19 2~ 



COME, Holy Ghost, Eternall God, 

And ease the wofull greefe, 

That through the heapes of heauy sinne 

Can noevvhere find releefe : 

Do thou, O God, redresse 

The great distresse 
Of sinfull heauiness. 

Come, comfort the afflicted though tes 
Of my consumed heart: 
O rid the pearcing pricking paines 
Of my tormenting smart. 

Holy Ghost, graunt me 
That" I by thee 

From sinne may purged be. 

Thou art my God : to thee alone 

1 will commend my cause : 

Nor glittering golde, nor precious stone, 
Shall make me leaue thy lawes. 
O teach me then the way 

Whereby I may 
Make thee my oneiy stay. 

My lippes, my tung, my heart, and all, 
Shall spread thy mightie name : 
My voice shall neuer cease to sound 
The praises of the same. 
Yea, euerie liuing thing 

Shall sweetly sing 
To thee, O heauenlie King. 



ALTHOUGH the purple morning bragges 

In brightncs of tlie sunne, 
As though he had of chased night 

A glorious conquest wonne : 
The time by day gives place againe 

To force of drousie night; 
And euerie creature is constrain de 

To change his lustie plight. 
Of pleasures all that here we taste, 
We feele the contrarie at last. 

In Spryng though pleasant Zephirus 

Hath frutefull earth inspired, 
And nature hath ech bush, ech branch, 

With blossomes braue attired : 
Yet fruites and flowers, as buds and bloomes, 

Full quickly witbered be, 
When stormy Winter comes to kill 

The Soinmer s jollitie. 
By time are got, by time are lost, 
AH thinges wherein we pleasure most. 

Although the seas so calmely glide, 

As daungers none appeare, 
And dout of atomies in skie is none, 

King Pha bus shines so cleere : 
Yet when the boystrous windes breake out, 

And niging waues do swell, 
The seely barke now heaues to heauen, 

Now sinckes againe to hell. 
Thus change in euerie thing we see, 
And nothing constant seeines to bee. 


Who floweth most in worldly wealth, 

Of wealth is most vnsure ; 
And he that cheefely tastes of ioy, 

Doo sometime woe indure : 
Who vaunteth most of numbred freendes, 

Forgoe them all he must : 
The fairest flesh and liuelest bloud 

Is turn d at length to dust. 
Experience giues a certain ground, 
That certaine here is nothing found. 

Then trust to that which aye remaines, 

The hlisse of hcauens ahoue ; 
Which Time, nor Fate, nor Winde, nor Storine, 

Is able to remoue. 
Trust to that sure celestiall rocke, 

That restes in glorious throne; 
That hath been, is, and must be stil 

Our anker-holde alone. 
The world is all a vanitie; 
In heauen seeke we our suretie. 



WHOSO will be accounted wise, 

And truly clairne the same, 
By ioyning verttie to his deedes 

He must atcliiue the same. 
But few there he that seeke thereby 

True wisdome to attaine : 
() God, so rule our hearts therefore, 

Such fomlnesse to relraine. 

The wisedome which we most esteeme 

In this tiling- dooth consist; 
With glorious talke to shovve in wordes 

Our wisedome when we list. 
Vet not in talke, hut seemely deedes, 

Our wisedome we should place : 
To speake so faire, and doo but ill, 

Dooth wisedome quite disgrace. 

To hardline well, and shunne the losse, 

A wisedome counted is, 
And thereby through the greedy coyne 

No hope of grace to misse. 
To seeke by honour to aduanco 

His name to brittle praise, 
Is wisedome which we dayly see 

Increase til in our dales. 

JJut heauenly wisedome sower Beemes, 
Too hard for them to win ; 


And weary of the sute they seeine 
When they do once begin. 

It teacheth vs to frame our life, 
While vitall breath we haue ; 

When it dissolueth earthly masse 
The soule from death to saue. 

By feare of God to rule our steppes 

From sliding into vice, 
A wisedome is which we neglect, 

Although of greater price. 
A point of wisedome also this 

We commonly esteeme 
That euery man should be indeede 

That he desires to seeme. 

To bridle that desire of gaine 

Which forceth vs to ill, 
Our haughtie stomackes, Lord, rcpresse, 

To tame presuming will. 
This is the wisedome that we should 

Aboue each thing desire : 
O heauenly God, from sacred throne 

That grace in vs inspire. 

And print in our repugnant harts 

The rules of wisedome true, 
That all our deeds in worldly life 

May like thereof insue. 
Thou onely art the liuing spring 

From whom this wisedome Howes : 
O wash therwith our sinfull harts 

From vice that therein growes. 



PERHAPS you thinke me boldc 
That dare presume to teach, 
As one that runs beyonde his race, 
And rowes beyond his reach. 
Sometime the blinde doo goe 
Where perfect sights do fall; 
The simple may sometimes instruct 
The wisest heads of all. 

If needfull notes I giue 

That vnto vertue tend, 

iMethinkes you should of right vouchsafe 

Your listning eares to lend. 

A whetstone cannot cut, 

Vet sharpes it wel, we see ; 

And I, though blunt, may whet your wit, 

If you attentiue be. 

First, these among the rest, 

I wish you warely heede, 

That God be serued, your prince obayed, 

And freendea releeu d at neede : 

Then looke to honest thrift, 

Botli what and how to haue: 

At night examine so the day, 

That bed be thought a graue. 


Seeke not for other s goods, 

Be iust in woord and deede ; 

For " got with shifts" are spent with shame 

Beleeue this as thy creede. 

Boast not of nature s gifts, 

Nor yet of parent s name ; 

For vertue is the onely meane 

To win a woorthie fame. 

Ere thou doost promise make, 
Consider well the end ; 
But promise past be sure thou kcepe 
Both with thy foe and freende. 
Threat nor reuenge too much 
It shewes a crauen s kinde ; 
But to preuaile, and then forgiue, 
Declares a noble minde. 
Forget not friendship s debt ; 
Wish to requite at least ; 
For God and man, yea, all the world, 
Condemnes the vngratefull bea^t. 
Beare not a friendly face 
With harte of Judas kisse : 
It shewes a base and vile conceit, 
And not where valure is. 

The motions of the flesh 

And choler s heate restraine; 

For hcapes of harmes doo daily hap, 

Where lust or rage dooth raigne. 

In diet, deed, and wordes, 

A modest meane is best : 

Enough sufficeth for a feast, 

But riot findes no rest. 



THE life is long which lothsomely dooth last, 

The doli-full dayes draw slowly to their date ; 

The present pangues, and painefull plagues fore- 

Veeldes greef aye greene, to stahlish this estate: 
So that I feele in this great storme and strife 
That death is sweet that shorteneth such a life. 

And hy the stroke of this strange ouerthrowe, 
At which conflict in thraldome I was thrust, 
The Lord he praised, I am well taught to knowe 
From whence man came, and eke wherto he must: 
And hy the way vpon how feeble force 
His tenne doth stand, till death doth end his 

The pleasant ycares that seemes so swiftly runne, 
The merrie daies to ende so fast that fleete, 
The ioyfull nightes of which dayes dmwes so soone, 
The happie howres which more doo misse than 


Doo all consume as snow against the sunne, 
And death makes ende of all that life begunne. 

Since death shall (hire till all the worlds he waste, 
What meaneth man to dread death then so sore ? 
As man might make that life should alwaies last 
Without regarde, the Lord hath led before 



The daunce of death, which all must runne on 

The howre wherein, onely himselfe doth knowe. 

If man would minde what burdens life doth bring ; 

What greeuous crimes to God he doth commit ; 

What plagues, what pangues, what perill thereby 

With no sure howre in all his daics to sit ; 

He would sure thinke, as with great cause I doo, 
The day of death is happier of the two. 

Death is the doore whereby we draw to ioy ; 

Life is the lack that drowneth all in paine ; 

Death is so dole, it seaseth all annoy ; 

Life is so lewd, that all it yeeldes is vaine : 
And as by life in bondage man is brought, 
Euen so by death is freedome likewise wrought. 

W T herefore with Paule let all men wish and pray 
To be dissolued of this foule fleshly masse ; 
Or at the least be arm d against the day, 
That they be found good soldiers ; prest to passe 
From life to death, from death to life againe, 
And such a life as euer shall remaine. 


BEHOLD the blast which blowes 
The blossomes from the tree, 
The end whereof consumes 
And comes to nought, we see. 
Ere thou therefore be blowen 
From life that may not last, 
Begin for grace to call 
For time mispent and past. 


Haue mind on brittle life, 
Whose pleasures are but vayne ; 
On death likewyse bethinke, 
How thou inaiest not remaine. 
And feare thy Lord to greeue, 
Which sought thy soule to saue ; 
To synne no more be bent, 
But niercie aske and haue. 

For death, who dooth not spare 
The kinges on eartli to kill, 
Shall reape also from thee 
Thy pleasure, life, and will. 
That lyfe which yet remaynes, 
And in thy brest appeares, 
Hath sowne in thee sutch seedes, 
You ought to weede with teares. 

And life that shall succeede, 

When death is worne and past, 

Shall spring for euer then 

In ioy or paine to last. 

Where death on life hath power, 

Ye see that life also 

Huth mowen the fruites of death, 

Which ncuer more shall growe. 



WHEN I looke back, and in myselfe behold 
The wandring \vaies that youth could not descry, 
And Clarke the fearful course that youth did hold, 
And mete in minde ech step youth strayed awry ; 
My knees I bow, and from my heart I call, 

Lord, forget these faultes and follies all. 

For now I see how voide youth is of skill, 

1 also see his prime-time and his end ; 

I doo confesse my faultes and all my ill, 
And sorrow sore for that I did offend ; 
And with a minde repentant of all crimes 
Pardon I aske for youth ten thousand times. 

The humble hart hath daunted the proud minde ; 
Eke vvisdome hath giuen ignorance a fall ; 
And wit hath taught that folly could not finde ; 
And age hath youth her subiect and her thrall : 
Therefore I pray, O Lord of life and trueth, 
Pardon the faultes committed in my youth. 

Thou, that didst graunt the wise king his request; 
Thou, that in whale the prophet didst preserue ; 
Thou, that forgauest the woundings of thy brest ; 
Thou, that didst saue the theefe in state to sterue; 
Thou, onely God, the giuer of all grace, 
Wipe out of minde the path of youthe s vaine race. 


Thou, that to life by power didst raise the dead ; 
Thou, that restordst the blind to perfect sight ; 
Thou, that for lone thy life and loue outblead ; 
Thou, that of fauour modest the lame go right ; 
Thou, that canst heale and helpe in all assayes, 
Forgiue the guilt that grew in youth s vaine waies. 

And now, since I, with faith and doubtlesse minde, 
Do file to Thee, by praier to appease thy ire; 
And since that Thee I onely seeke to finde, 
And hope by faith to attaint: my just desire ; 
Lord, minde no more youth s errour and unskill, 
And able age to doo thy holy will. 


WHEN I behold the baier, 
My last and posting horse, 
That bare shall to the grave 
My vile and carren corse; 
Then say I, Seely wretche, 
Why doest thou put thy trust 
In things eiche made of clay, 
That soone will turn to dust ? 

Doest thou not see the yong, 
The hardy and the fayre, 
That now are past and gone 
As though they never were ? 
Doest thou not see thyselfe 
Draw howerly to thy last, 
As shaftes which that is bhotte 
At byrdes that flieth fast. 


Doest thou not see how death 
Through smyteth with his launce, 
Some by warre, some by plague, 
And some by worldly chaunce ( 
What thing is there on earth, 
For pleasure that was made, 
But goeth more swift away 
Than doth the sommer shade? 

Loe here the sommer-flower, 
That sprong this other day, 
But wynter weareth as fast, 
And bloweth cleane away : 
Euen so shalt thou consume 
From youth to lothsome age; 
For death he doth not spare 
The prince more than the page. 

Thy house shall be of clay, 
A clotte under thy head, 
Untill the latter day 
The grave shall be thy bed; 
Untill the blowing tromp 
Doth say to all and some, 
" Rise up out of your graue, 
For now the Judge is come." 



YE stately wights, that line in quiet rest 
Through worldly wealth which God hath giuen to 


Lament with teares and sighes from dolefull brest 
The shame and power that vice obtaineth now : 
Behold how God dooth daylie profi er grace, 
Yet we disdaine repentance to imhrace. 

The suddes of sinne doo soke into the minde, 
And cancred vice dooth vertuc quite expell ; 
No change to good, alas ! can resting finde, 
Our wicked hartes so stoutly do rebel!. 
Not one there is that hasteth to amend, 
Though God from heauen his daylie threats 
downe send. 

We are so slow to change our blamefull life ; 

We are so prest to snatch a luring vice ; 

Such greedy hartes on euerie side be rife ; 

So few that guide their will by counsell wise, 
To let our teares lament the wretched case, 
And call to God for vndeserued grace. 

You worldly wights, that haue your fancies fixt 
On slipper ioy of terraine pleasures here ; 
Let some remorse in all your deeds be mixt ; 
Whiles you haue time, let some redresse appeare. 

Of sodaine death the hower you shall not know ; 

And looke for death, although it seemeth slow. 

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Oh, be no iudge in other men s offence, 
But purge thyselfe and seek to make thee free : 
Let euerie one apply his diligence, 
A chaunge to good within himselfe to see. 
O God, direct our feete in such a stay, 
From canckred vice to shun the hatefull way. 




MAN is a little world, and bears the face 

And picture of the vniuersitie : 

All but resembleth God, all but his glasse, 

All but the picture of his maiestie : 

Man is the little world, (so we him call,) 
The world the little god, God the Great All. 



WHITEGIFT, whom gratious honour entertaines, 
Welcome as to the yeare the gladsome May ; 
Welcome as is the morning to the day; 

Welcome as sleepe vnto the weary swaynes : 
The fayre Elisa white with heauenly praises 
The God s white church adorned doth set forth, 
The all white meaning and excellent worth : 
The vertue white aboue all honour raises. 
Yet let my pen present this little storie 
Vnto the endlesse volume of thy glorie. 



WHAT is the worlde ? A net to snare the soule ; 
A masse of shine ; a desert of deceipt ; 
A moment s ioy ; an age of wretched dole ; 
A lure from grace ; for flesh a lothsome baite; 
Unto the minde a canker-worme of care, 
Unsure, vnitist, in rendring man liis sliare : 

A place where pride orerunnes the honest minde ; 
Where rich men ioynes to roh the shiftlesse wretch ; 
Where bribing mistes doo blinde the judges eyen ; 
Where j)arasites the fattest crummes doo catch ; 
Where good deserts, which chalenge like reward, 
Are ouerblowne with blastes of light regard. 

And what is man ? Dust; slime; a pufe of winde; 
Conceiud in sinne,plaste in the world witli gricfe; 
Brought vp with care, till care hath caught his 


And then, till death vouchesafe him some relief e, 
Day, yea, nor night, his care doth take no end, 
To gather goodes for other men to spend. 

Oh foolish man, that art in office plaste, 

Thinke whence thou camst and whether thou shall 

goe ! 

The hautie okes small winds haue ouercast, 
When slender weedes in roughest weather growe. 
Euen so pale death oft spares the wretched wight, 
And woundeth you who wallowe in delight. 

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IN loothsome race, pursued by slipperie life, 
Whose sugred guile with glittering ioy present, 
The carefull ghoast, oppressed sore with strife, 
Yeeldes ghastly grones from j)ainefull passions sent. 
The sinfull flesh, that beares him here in viewe, 
Insteed of life dooth dreadful death pursue. 

The way he seeth by touch of merit s grace, 
Wherein to runne, alas ! he gladly would ; 
But filthy flesh, his wretched dwelling-place, 
Dooth so rebell at that which doo he should, 
That sillie soule, who feeles his heauie need, 
Can onely will, but nought performe in deed. 

The will through grace doth oft desire the good, 
But all in vaine ; for that the fleshly foe 
Yeeldes forth such fruites as sinnes hath bred in bud, 
And blindly suckes the sap of deadly woe ; 
Esteeming shewes of fickle fancies knowne, 
And scorning fruite by grace eternall sowne. 

Though eye doth see that death doth swallow all, 
Both life and lust, and euerie sound delight; 
Yet wretched flesh through sinne is made so thrall, 
That nought it markes apparent thinges in sight, 
That might him traine to care of better grace 
Both doth his bale with greedy lust imbrace. 


Then since desert, and all thinges weare away, 
That nought remaine but fruite of grace or sinnc ; 
God build in vs such conscience as can say, 
This frtiite s not mine, but sinne that dwell me in. 
For why ? to sinne I dayly doo in sight, 
That vnto Christ I may reuiue my spright. 




WHEN man is sickc, then doth he seeke 

His sicknesse to eschew: 
When health is got, God is forgot, 

And griefes do grow anew. 
In wealth we wallow wickedly, 

Forgetting God most wretchedly ; 
In woe we waile, flesh is so fraile, 

That nought is life but miserie. 
Long though we Hue, strong though we be, 

Though stomack do not faile, 
Lose yet we must life, and to dust; 

To this port must we saile. 
Life is a leafe, death comes aloofe, 

Common to me with all : 
Life is a blast, age comes at last, 

Then death to great and small. 

In God therefore, leaning the world, 

See that you fit your ioy ; 
In death seek life, that dying once 

Auoide you may annoy. 



THE sturdy rock, for all his strength, 
By raging seas is rent in tvvaine ; 
The marble stone is pearst at length 
With littel drops of drizzling raine ; 
The ox doth yield unto the yoke, 
The steele obeyeth the hammer-stroke. 

The stately stagge, that seemes so stout, 
By yalping houndes at bay is set; 
The swiftest bird, that flies about, 
Is caught at length in fowler s net: 
The greatest fish, in deepest brooke, 
Is soon deceived by subtill hooke. 

Yea, man himselfe, unto whose will 
All thinges are bounden to obey, 
For all his wit and worthie skill, 
Doth fade at length and fall away : 
There nothing is, but Time doth waste ; 
The heauens, the earthe, consume at last. 

But Vertue sits triumphing still 
Upon the throne of glorious fame ; 
Though spiteful death man s body kill, 
Yet hurts he not his vertuous name: 
By life or death what so betides, 
The state of vertue never slides. 



To die, Dame Nature man did frame ; 
Death is a tiling most perfect sure : 
We ought not nature s workes to blame, 
Shee made nothing still to endure. 
That lawe shee made, when we were home, 
That hence we should retourne againe : 
To render right we must not scorne ; 
Death is due debt, it is no paine. 

The civill lawe doth hidde restore 

That thou hast taken up of trust : 

Thy life is lent; thou must therfore 

Repay, except thou be uniust. 

This life is like a poynted race, 

To the ende whereof when man hath trode, 

He must returne to former place, 

He may not still remaine abrode. 

Death hath in the earth a right; 

His power is great, it stretcheth farre : 

No lord, no prince can scape his might ; 

No creature can his duetie barrc. 

The wise, the iust, the strong, the hie, 

The chaste, the meeke, the free of hart, 

The rich, the poore, (who can dcnie ?) 

Haue yeelded all unto his dart. 

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Seeing no man then can death escape, 
Nor hire him hence for any gaine ; 
\Ve ought not feare his carraine shape ; 
He onely brings evell men to paine. 
If thou haue ledde thy life aright, 
Death is the ende of miserie : 
If thou in God hast thy delight, 
Thou diest to live eternal lie. 


Eache wight therefore, while he Hues heere, 

Let him thinke on his dying day: 

In midst of wealth, in midst of cheere, 

Let him accompt he must away. 

This thought makes man to God a frend, 

This thought doth banish pride and sinne ; 

This thought doth bring a man in th end, 

Where he of Death the field shall win. 




To the intent the mighty power 

Of God might well be waid, 
The heauens and might of light aboue, 

By them he is displaid. 
Besides all this, his sacred word, 

And law that is so pure, 
He dooth set out as perfect guide 

To walke thereby ful sure. 

Go on cur dayes we doo on earth 

As shadowes, or as clouds, 
And sudenly we leaue behinde 

Our emptie framed shrouds. 
Both night and day they haue their toyl 

With work and dreames itost : 
Wherefore, if God did not vs keep, 

So were we surely lost. 




IN terrour s trapp with thraldomc thrust, 
Their thomie thouglits to cast and trie, 
In conscience cleare from case uniust, 
With carpyng cares did call and crie, 
And saied, () God, yet thou art he 
That can and will deliuer me ! 

Thus tremblyng there with teares I trodd, 
To totter tide in truthe s defence : 
With sighes and sohhs I saied, O God, 
Let right not have this recompence ; 
Lest that my foes might laugh to see, 
That thou wouldest not deliuer me. 

My soule then to repentaunce ranne, 
My ragged clothes herent and tome, 
And did bewaile the losse it wanne 
With lothsome life so long forlorne ; 
And saied, O God, yet thou art he 
That can and will deliuer me! 

Then comfort came with clothes of ioye, 
Whose semes were faithfull stedfastnesse ; 
And did hedecke that naked boye, 
Which erst was full of wretchednesse ; 
And saied, Be glad, for God is he 
That shortly will deliuer thee. 



WHO shall profoundly way or scan 
The assured state of man, 
Shall well perceiue by reason than, 
That where is no stabilitie, 
Remaineth nought but vanitie. 

For what estate is there, think ye, 
Throughly content with his degre ? 
Wherby we maie right clerely see 
That in this vale of miserie 
Remaineth nought but vanitie. 

The great men wishe the meane estate, 
Meane men again their state doe hate; 
Old men thinke children fortunate, 
A boy a man would fainest be : 
Thus wandreth man in vanitie. 

The countrey man doth daily swell 
With great desire in court to dwel ; 
The courtier thinks hym nothyng well, 
Till he from court in countrey be, 
He wandreth so in vanitie. 

If thou haue lands or goods great store, 
Consider thou thy charge the more, 
Since thou must make account therefore: 
Thei are not thine, but lent to thee, 
And yet thci are but vanitie. 


If tliou be strong or faire of face, 
Sicknes or age doth both disgrace ; 
Then be not proude in any case : 
For how can there more folly be, 
Then for to bost of vanitie ? 

Now finally, be not infect 

\\ ith worldly cares ; but haue respect 

How God rewardeth his true electe 

With glorious felicitie, 

Free from all worldly vanitie. 



O ART, not much vnlikc the fowler s glasse, 
Wherein thy silly soule delights to looke 
For nouelties, vntill the net doth passe 
Aboue hir head, and she vn wares be tooke : 
Thou common curtizan, thou bawd to sin, 
Painted without, but Icporous within. 

Thou art a companion for all company; 
| A garment made for euery one to weare ; 
i A golden coffer wherein hurt doth lie ; 

A hackney horse all sortes of men to beare : 
: What art thou not? Faith, thou art nought at all; 

For he that knowes thee best, knowes nought at all. 



O HEAUENLY God ! Father dcre ! 

Cast doune thy tender eye 
Upon a vvretche, that prostrate here 

Before thy trone doeth lye. 

powre thy precious oyle of grace 

Into my wounded harte : 
O let the dropps of mercie swage 

The rigour of my smarte. 

My fainting soule, suppressed sore 
With carefull clogge of sinne, 

In humble sort submitts itself 
Thy mercie for to winne. 

Graunt mercie then, O Saviour swete, 

To me moste wofull thrall, 
Whose mornfull crie to thee, O Lorde, 

Doeth still for mercie call. 

Thy blessed will I haue despised 

Vpon a stubborne minde, 
And to the swaie of worldly thyngs 

Myself I haue ericlinde. 

Forgettyng heauen and heauenly powers, 
Where God and saincts do dwel, 

My life had likt to tread the path 
That leads the waie to hell. 


But no\ve, my Lorcle, my lodestarre bright, 

I will no more doe so : 
To thinke vpon my former life 

My liarte doeth melt for woe. 

Alas ! I sigh, alas ! I sobbe, 

Alas! I doe repent, 
That euer my licencious will 

So wickedly was bent. 

Sith thus therefore with yernfull plain 

I doe thy mercie crane, 
O Lorde, for thy great mercies sake 

Let me thy mercie haue. 

Restore to life the wretched soule 

That els is like to dye; 
So shall my voyce vnto thy name 

Syng praise eternally. 

Now blessed be the Father first, 

And blessed be the Sonne; 
And blessed be the Holie Ghoste, 

By whom all thyngs are doen. 

Blesse me, O blessed Trinitie, 

With thy eternall grace, 
That after death my soule maie haue 

In heauen a dwellyng- place. 



LORD, how long, how long wilt thou 
Quight forget, and quight neglect me? 

How long, with a frowning brow, 
Wilt thou from thy sight reject me ? 

How long shall I seeke a way 

Forth this maze of thoughts perplexed, 

Where my griev d mind, night and day, 
Is with thinking tried and vexed? 

How long shall my scornful foe 
(On my fall his greatness placing) 

Build upon my overthrowe, 

And be grac d by my disgracing ? 

Heare, O Lord and God, my cries ; 

Mark my foe s unjust abusing ; 
And illuminate mine eies, 

Heavenly beams in them infusing : 

Lest my woes, too great to beare, 

And too infinite to nomber, 
Rocke me soone, twixt hope and fear, 

Into Death s eternal slomber: 

Lest my foes their boasting make, 

" Spight of right on him we trample;" 

And in pride of mischief take, 
Heartned by my sad example. 


As for me, I ll ride secure 

At thy mercies sacred anchor, 

And undaunted will endure 

Fiercest storms of wrong and rancour. 

These blacke clowdes will overflowe, 
Sun-shine shall have his returning; 

And my grief-dull d heart, I knowe, 
Into mirth shall change his mourning. 

Therefore I ll rejoyce, and sing 

Hymnes to God in sacred measure, 

Who to happie passe will bring 

My just hopes, at his good pleasure ! 


GOD, who the universe doth hold 

In his fold, 

Is my shepherd kind and heedful, 
Is my shepherd, and doth keepe 

Me his sheepe 
Still supplied with all things needfull. 

He feedes me in fieldes which beene 
Fresh and greene, 

Mottled with Spring s flowry painting; 

Through which creepe with murmuring crookes 
Chris tall brookes, 

To refresh my spirit s fainting. 

When my soule from heauen s way 

Went astray, 

With carthe s vanities seduced, 
For his name sake kindly he 

Wandering me 
To his holy fold reduced. 


Yea, should I stray throughe deatlie s vale, 
Where his pale 

Shades did on each side enfold me ; 

Dreadles, hauing thee for guide, 
Should I bide, 

For thy rod and staff vpholde me. 

Thou my board with messes large 
Dost surcharge; 

My bovvles full of wine thou powrest, 

And before myne enemies 

Enuious eies 

Balme vpon my head thou showerest. 

Neither dures thy bounteous grace 

For a space; 

But it knowes nor bound nor measure. 
So my daies to my Hue s end 

I shall spend 
In thy courtes with heauenly pleasure. 


I AFPEALE, oil God! to tllCC J 

Oh, give sentence, Lord, with me, 
And defend my helples cause 
Gainst such men as hate thy lawes : 
Oh deliuer me from those 
That deceitfully can gloze. 

For thou art the God of whom 
All my strength and help doth come 
Why, oh why hast thou from thee 
So estrang d and parted me ? 
And why doth my pace, so slowe, 
Me deiected, hearties, showe, 
While insulting enemies 
Prest me with their iniuries? 


Oli send out thy truth and light 
To instruct and lead me right, 
To conduct me to thy hill 
And thy dwelling, holy still. 

Then vnto thyne altar I 
With oblations will live, 
OfTring these to thee, who art 
Joy and gladnes to my heart; 
And vpon my harp will sing 
Praise to thee, O God my King ! 

() my soule, oh, why art thou 
So cast downe I so lieauy now ( 
And why art thou in my breast 
So disturbed of thy rest ? 
Wayt on God, be patient, 
And in him be confident. 
Vet I will remaine the same, 
To give thankes to his great name ; 
For he is my God of might, 
Who my countenance setts right. 


CALME thy tempestuous thoughts, my mind! 
Leaue nmtyniing, and rest secure, 
That God, being goodness selfe, is kind, 
And kind will still endure 
To them whose heartes are pure. 

Without the stafT of heauenly grace, 
How prone to fall is feeble man ! 
My feet tript in my heedles race, 

And so to slide began, 

As I could hardly stand ; 

When I saw fooles advaunc d so high, 
And dazzling height did make them mad, 


And grieving saw with envious eie, 
That they who were most had 
Most happy fortunes had. 

For their lives thrid so well is spun, 
And with good fortunes so well wound, 
As lives and fortunes web doth run 

From end to end so sound 

As knot nor brack is found. 

From svveatting toyle, and eating care, 
The wreck of bodie, rack of mind 
Of other mortalls, free they are : 

A priveledge they find, 

Of woe to tast no kind. 


To myne humble supplication, 
Lord, give eare and acceptation : 
Heare me now so weake, so poore, 
That, ah! I can beare no more. 

Save my soule which thou didst cherish 
Vntill now, now like to perish ; 
Save thy seruant, that hath none 
Help nor hope but thee alone. 
After thy sweet wonted fashion, 
Shower downe mercie and compassion 
On me, sinfull wretch, that crie 
Vnto thee vncessantly. 

Send, oh send relieuing gladnes 
To my soule opprest with sadnes; 
Which, from clog of earth set free, 
Wing d with zeale flyes vp to thee : 

To thee, rich in mercies treasure, 
And in goodnes without measure, 


Nener fay I ing help to those 

Who on thy sure help repose. 

Let thine eares, which long haue tarried 

Barred up, be now vn barred, 

That my cries may entraunce gayne, 

And being entred, grace obtayne. 

As I haue, so will I ever, 

In my stormy times persever 

Vnto thee to pray and crie, 

For thou hear st me instantly : 

No God els is comparable 

Vnto thee; none els is able 

Once to counterfeyt but one 

Of the workes which thou hast done. 

Nations all thy hands did fashion ; 
And of this round globe each nation 
With bow d knees shall come before 
Thee, and thy great name adore. 
For, thou darter of dread thunders, 
Thou art great, and workest wonders : 
Other gods are wood and stone, 
Thou the living God alone. 
Heauenly tutor, of thy kindnes, 
Teach my dulnes, guid my blindnes, 
That my steps thy pathes may tread. 
Which to endles blisse doe lead. 
In knotts, to be loosed never, 
Knitt my heart to thee for ever, 
That I to thy name may beare 
Fearfull loue and louing feare. 
Lord, my God, thou shall be praised. 
With my heart to heauen raised; 
And whilst I haue breath to liue, 
Thancks to thee my breath shall pine. 


For when justice I deserued, 
Thy sweet mercie me presented, 
Rescuing me from death s sharp clawes, 
And the grave s all-swallowing jawes. 

Mightie men, with mallice endles, 
Band against me, helples, friendles ; 
Vsing, without feare of thee, 
Force and fraud to ruyne me. 
But thy might their mallice passes, 
And thy grace thy might surpasses; 
Swift to mercie, slow to wrath, 
Bound nor end thy goodnes hath. 

Thy kind looke no more deny me, 
But with eies of mercie eie me : 
Oh give me, thy slave, at length 
Easing aid, or bearing strength. 
And some gratious token show me, 
That my foes, that watch to orethrow me, 
May he sham d and vex d to see 
Thee to help and comfort me. 


WITH miserie enclos d, 

By all the world oppos d, 
To thee I lift mine eie, 
Oh thou that dwell st on high: 

Assur d that thou wilt heare, 

And me, deiected, cheere. 

Lo ! as a seruant s eie 

Still lookes regardful ly 
Vpon his master s hand, 
For gyftes, more than command; 

And as a hand-maid still 

Attends her mistris will; 


So \ve, with sorrow fraight, 

Ne er sunck, vpon thee waite ; 
Our hupefull eie and heart, 
Fix d on tliee neuer start, 

Till thou, for thine owne sake, 

Some pittie on vs take. 

Oli Lord ! we doe resort 

To thee, our safest port : 
With help compassionate 
Our healthles, hopeles state ; 

For we, and we alone, 

Are scornd and trampled on. 

Our soules are fill d with vaunts, 

And with reproachfull taunts, 
From them that wealthie he, 
And hate hoth vs and thee ; 

And with derisions 

From prowd and mightie ones. 


THEY that their faithe s foundation lay 
On God the Lord, vnmou d shall stand, 
Like Sion s hill, which by Time s hand 

Can neuer be brought to decay. 

As mountaines great on euery side 
Engirdle faire Jerusalem, 
So will the Lord be vnto them 

That pure and vpright doe abide. 

For though it sometimes pleaseth God 
T afllict the righteous, he will not 
Let it be evermore their lot 

To be scourg d with th vngodlie s rod ; 

Lest they should to in ujuitie 

Their owne ungiiiltie hands extend. 


Lord, vpon them thy blessings send 
That loue truth in integritie : 

But such as crooked bypaths tread, 
Leaning the straight to goe astray, 
With wicked men shall goe the way, 

Whose tract shall to destruction lead. 

But happie peace, joy-bringing peace 
And plentie shall for euer dwell 
With God s ovvne chosen Israeli ; 

Whose joyes I pray may neuer cease. 


FROM deepe gulphes of misfortune, 
Orevvhelm d with miseries, 
Lord, I thine aid importune 
With neuer-ceasing cries. 

Oh heare my lamentation, 
Oh view my restles teares, 
And to my supplication 
Bow downe attentiue eares. 

My manifold abuses 
If thou behold in ire, 
Lord, I haue no excuses 
To scape eternall fire. 

But since with true contrition 
My sins I wayle and blame, 
Lord, sane me from perdition, 
To feare and praise thy name. 

Lord, thou art all my comfort, 
My soule s sure prop and sheild ; 
My hopes in my discomfort 
Still on thy word I build. 


My soule, base earth despising, 
More longs with God to be. 
Than rosie morning s rising 
Tyr d watchmen watch to see. 

Lay thy hope s sure foundation 
On God, O Israeli; 
On God, in whom saluation 
And boundles mercie dwell. 

The leaprous spots that stayn thee 
He then will purifie; 
Syn s fetters, that enchayn thee, 
He gently will vntie. 


WifAT is so sweete, so amiable, 

As brother s love vnfeyn d ? 
Whose hearts in bands inviolable 

Of concord are enchayn d ? 
Its like vnto that pretious oyntment 

\\ hose odour far did spread, 
Vs d to embalme, by God s appoyntment. 

The high priest Aron s head : 
\\ hence in a fragrant shower descending, 

It deaw d his beard and face; 
Then to his robes his sweetnes lending, 

About his skirts did trace. 

Or to the deawe wherewith gray morning 

Kmpearles mount Hermon s head, 
His greenes with peckled flowers adorning, 

Artlessly diap red ; 
From Ilennon to mount Sion powring 

His fertill riuolets, 
And all engreening and enflowering 

Those pleasant mountaynets. 



Where this love-knot remaines vnbroken, 
God heapes of blisse doth send ; 

Yea, hcauenly blisse it doth betoken, 
Exempt from change or end. 


BY Euphrates flowry side 

We did bide, 

From deare Judah far absented, 
Tearing th aire with mournful cries, 

And our eies 

With their streames the streame augmented : 
When poore Sion s doleful state, 


Sacked, burned, and enthralled, 
And thy temple spoil d, which we 

Ne er should see, 
To our mirthles mindes we called. 

Our mute harpes, vntun d, vnstrung, 

Vp we hoong 

On greene willowes neare beside vs, 
When, we sitting so forlorne, 

Thus in scorne 
Our prowd spoilers gun deride vs : 

Come, sad captives, leaue your groans, 
And your moanes 

Vnder Sion s ruynes bury ; 

To your harps sing vs some layes 
In the praise 

Of our God, and let s be merry. 

Can, ah! can we leaue our groanes, 

And our moanes 
Vndcr Sion s ruynes bury ? 



Can we in this land sing laies 

To the praise 
Of our God, and here be merry? 

No, deare Salem ! if I faile 

To bewaile 

Thine affliction miserable, 
Let my nimble joynts become 

Stifle and nombe, 
To touch warbling harp vnable. 

Let my tongue lose sinking skill ; 

Let it still 

To my parched rootle be glewed, 
If in either harpe or voice 

I re Joyce, 
Till thy joyes shall be renewed. 

Lord, plague Edom s traitrous kind ; 

Beare in mind 

In our ruyne how they revell d : 
Kill, sack, bunie ! they cride out still, 

Sack, burne, kill ; 
Downe with all, let all be levelled ! 

And thou, Babel, when the tide 

Of thy pride, 

Now a flowing, falls to turning, 
Victor now, shalt then be thrall, 

And shalt fall 
To as lowe an ebb of mourning. 

liappie man, who shall thee wast 

As thou hast 

Vs without all mercie wasted, 
And shall make thee tast and see 

What by thee, 
\\ ee, poor woe, haue scene and tasted ! 


Happie, who thy tender barnes 
From the armes 

Of their wayling mothers tearing, 

Gainst the walls shall dash their bones, 
Rutheles stones 

With their braynes and blood besmearing. 


WITH sobbing voice, with drowned eies, 
With ioyned hands raised to the skies, 
With humble soule, and bended knee, 
I crie, O Lord, 1 pray to thee. 

As my dym eies a bryney showre 
Of teares into my bosom e powre, 
So I into thy sacred eares 
Poure out my heart, vnload my feares. 

Though clangers, me besieging round, 

My mazed senses quight confound, 

Thou canst giue me a thrid, wherby 

I from this labourinth may fly. 

My harmeles feete can walke no way, 

But priuy snares my foes fore-lay : 

And looking round about for aid, 

My frends to know me are afraid. 

No humane succour now is left 

To me, of help and hope bereft : 

My life is sought by many a one, 

But, ah ! protected is by none. 

To thee, O Lord, my cries I send, 

My certaine hope, my surest frend; 

I haue, in this false worlde s wide scope, 

None other helpe, none other hope. 


Oil lieare my cries ; for faint I grow, 

Opprest with endlcs waight of woe : 

Me from my persecutors free, 

Too great, too strong, for poore weake me. 

Jiring me from out this hell-black caue, 
My prison, nay, my lining graue; 
Whose rocks and rocky-hearted foes 
My flight on euery side enclose. 

So shall my thankful mouth alwaies 
Powre fourth a fountaine of thy praise ; 
And this thine aid shall teach the just 
On thee, their rock, to build their trust. 



LORD, in thy house who sliall for ever bide ? 
To whom shall rest in sacred mount betide ? 
Ev n unto him that leades a life vnstained, 
Doth good, and speakes the truth from heart vn- 
fayned : 

Who with his tongue deceipt hath never vsed, 
Nor neighbour hurt, nor slaundered, nor accus d : 
Who, loving good men, is from bad estranged; 
Who keepes his word (though to his losse) vn- 

To vsvrie who hath no money lent, 
Nor taken bribes against the innocent. 
Who in this course doth constantly persever, 
In holy hill unmou d shall dwell for ever. 





() GOD, from tliem that grudge me 

Prescrue me by thy name ; 

And by thy power iiulge me, 

And put my foes to shame. 

Oli hearc my supplication, 
For I am poore and weake ; 

Hearc, heare with acceptation 
The teare-dew d words I speake. 

For strangers haue insulted 
In pride on my poore state; 

Fell tyrants haue consulted 
My soule to ruynate. 

Those tyrants haue not placed 
Thy feare before their face, 

But would haue me defaced 
Me, me, that thee embrace. 

Behold, yee godly-liuers, 
(Jod help to me doth send, 

And to my succour-giuers 
Is an assisting friend. 

With plagues he shall repay them 
That causeles are my foes : 

O cut them off and slay them ; 
Thy truth is my repose. 


My fallings then I ll tender, 

And offrings to thee make, 
And praise to thee I ll render 

For thy great mercies sake. 
Thou hast freed me from troble, 

And my long teare-fraught eies 
I Jane scene thy plagues redoble 

Vpon mine enemies. 


EXCEPT the Lord himselfe will daigne 

To buyld the house, the work to guide, 

The builder s labour is in vaine; 

Like Babell s builders haughtie pride. 

Nor watch, nor guard, nor centinell, 

Can batteld, scourg d, fenced townes defend, 

Vnles the God of Israel 

Doo guard and guide, and his help send. 

It is not early rising vp, 

Nor going very late to bed, 

Nor drinking of a strengthles cup, 

Nor sweatting, eating carefull bread, 

That aught availes: tis all in vaine; 

Carking is naught worth approu d ; 

But God giues rest, and without paine 

All needful things to his belou d. 

Children, the staff and crowne of age, 

Is sure for to succeed their sires, 

Are the Almightie s heritage, 

Wherewith he crovvnes his saints desires. 

As shafts are in an archer s hand, 

Who dravves a stiff-bent synnovvy bow ; 

Euen so are children in thy hand, 

Which vp in strength and vertue grow : 

PSALM cxxvu. :;:;."> 

Straight, shaft-like sprowts in shape and mind, 
Strong but to vertue, not to vice, 
Straight bent to glorious deeds by kind. 
And to no braue acheiuements nice. 

O happie sire, whose aged wings 
Are ympt with plumes of this airount ! 
lie neede not feare the face of kings, 
But eagle-like his fame shall mount. 


FROM out the depth of miserie I crie, 
To thre, () Lord, and that most earnestlye ; 
Praiers intermixed with sighes and teares 
My soule sends vp into thine eares ; 
I pour out all my moane 
Before thee, thee alone, 
And for reliefe 
Shew thee my griefe. 

Lord, when my troubled spirit could not rest 
For anguish of my mind, thou knewest best 
What way to help me, and didst see 
A path, through all, to set me free. 
Thy foes and mine doe lay 
Snares for me in my way, 
And privilie 
In ambush lie. 

I look d on euerie side, but I could see 
None that would know, and much lesse succour me; 
My fronds revolted totally, 
On whom I vsed to rely : 

All waics to scape by flight 
Were stoj/d and shut vp (juight, 
And none did care 
My soule to spare. 


Thus troubled, laid in wayt for, desolate, 
Enclosed round, and thus disconsolate, 
I cride to thee, O Lord, and said, 
Thou art my hope, my help, my aid, 
The rock I build vpon, 
My lot, my portion 
Jn this life and 
A better land. 

O therefore heare my praiers attentively : 
For with contempt and waight of misery 
My soule doth cleave vnto the dust ; 
Yet thou, Lord, art all my trust. 
O free me by thy might 
From them, against whose spight 
And violence 
I have no fence. 

Lord, bring my soule out of the streights and 


Wherein my foes haue her imprisoned : 
Lord, loose her bands, that for the same 
I may give thancks to thy great name; 
And that the righteous men 
May flock to me agen, 
And they with me 
Sing praise to thee. 




DOE not correct me in thy wrath, O God, 
Nor in thy fury let me feele thy rod. 

For I am weake, Lord, pittie me therefore ; 
Lord, heale me, for my very bones are sore. 

My soule is troubled, and hath much dismai d me; 
But, Lord, how long wilt thou forbeare to aid me . 

O turne againe, and me for pitty save, 
And my poore soule deliver from the grave. 

Shall dead men s bones to future ages blaze thee . 
Or hath the grave s wide mouth a tongue to 
praise thee ? 

Each night with mourning I bedew my bed, 
And with salt teares my couch is watered. 

My sight growes dym: mine eies are sunck, to see 
My foes reioyce, and work my miserie. 

But now, ye workers of iniquitie, 

The Lord hath heard my crie ; depart from me : 

He heares my mournfull lamentation, 
And will receive my supplication : 
He will confound my foes, and vex then\ all ; 
Shame and confusion shall them befall. 



MAKE the great God thy fort, and dwell 
In him by faith, and doe not care, 

So shaded, for the fires of hell, 
Or for the cuning fowler s snare, 
Or poison of th infected aire. 

His plumes shall make a downy bed, 
Where thou shalt rest; he shall display 

His wings of truth ouer thy head, 

Which, like a shield, shall driue away 
The feares of night, the darts of day. 

The winged plague that flies by night, 
The murdering sword that kills by day, 

Shall not thy quiet power affright, 

Though on thy left and right hand thay 
A thousand and ten thousand slay. 

Onely thine eies shall see the fall 
Of sinners; but because thy heart 

Dwells with the Lord, not one of all 
These ills, nor yet the plaguie dart, 
Shall dare approach near where thou art. 

His angells shall direct thy leggs, 
And guard them in the stony streete : 

On lions whelpes and adders eggs 

Thy steps shall march ; and if thou meete 
With dragons, they shall kisse thy feete. 

When thou art troubled, he will heare 
And help thee; for thy loue embraced 

And knew his name : therefore hee ll reare 
Thy honors high ; and when thou hast 
Enioyed them long, saue thee at last. 



BEFORE the world I here recant my life; 
I doe renounce both lingering loue and lust; 
My wanton will, with wisdome once at strife, 
Hath lost the fielde, the type of fansie s trust. 
My sugred toung, bepoudred all with teares, 
To chase mistrust from my sweet maistresse 

With simple speach from humble sprite now 

That fauour I with my sweet Christe may findc. 

My scattered sighes, which I on earth did strowe, 
I gather vp, and sende them to the starres, 
As messengers of my lamenting woe, 
Twixt sine and soule : so mortall is the warres. 

Sith I repent, no shame it is to wray 
My former life; how farre from grace it sweru d ; 
Although from truth 1, silly sheepe, did stray; 
As good men God, so I my goddesse seru d. 
Thus I, vile wretche, led on by wanton lust, 
A triumphe made within my wicked thought, 
How I by hap the harmelesse threw to dust, 
Ere I escapt, or had the mischiefe wrought. 

But oh, sweete Christ, thy grace this folly stay d; 
Thou cleardst my sight which mistes of loue did 
bleare : 



Vnto whose praise my conscience hath bevvrayd 
My former life, deuoyde of godly feare. 

Thou crau st, good Lord, no other aduocate, 
But prayer mine, to purchase heauenly grace ; 
The which thou sayst doth neuer come too late, 
If I repent, when prayer pleades my case. 

A contrite heart is the sweet sacrifice 

That thou dost seeke, ere we thy fauour winne ; 

The which, deare God, with sighes and weeping 

I offer vp in recompence of sinne : 

Attending still when triall of my fayth 
Shall treade dovvne death, and Sathan force to reele ; 
And boldly say, Till latter gaspe of breath, 
My soule, through faith, the ioyes of heauen doth 




LOE, howe that thou art fayre, 
Loe, faire thou art, my loue ; 
Thine eyes before thy lockes are like 
To the eyes of a doue. 

As of a flock of goates, 

Such also is thy heare ; 
Of those same goates which doe vpon 

The mount of Giilhad sheare. 

Thy teeth like equall flocke, 
Which come vpp from washing, 

\\ liich all doe bring foorth twinnes, whereof 
None wanteth his ofTspringe. 

Thy lipps like scarlet threede, 

So comelie is thy speach ; 
As a pomgranate peece beyonde 

Thy locks thy temples reach. 

Thy necke, like Dauid s towre, 

Buylt for an armourie, 
In which a thousand targets hang, 

All shields of men mightie. 

Resemble doe thy papps 

Two young kidds which goates breed, 
Such as are twinnes, and such as doe 

Among the lilies feede. 


Till that day shall appeare, 

And these shades shall flee hence ; 

I will go to this mount of mirrh 
And hill of frankomcense. 

Thou art all fayr, my loue, 
And no spotte found in thee : 

From Libanon returne, my loue, 
From Libanon with me. 

From Amanah toppe thou 

Shalt looke ; from Schenir see ; 

From Hermon, and from lions dennes, 
And mountes where leopards bee. 

Sister, my spouse, my heart 
Thou hast stole with one eye; 

Myne heart thou hast stole with one chayne 
Which on thy necke doeth lye. 

How fayr are those thy loues, 
My sister and spouse myne ! 

Of what goodnes are those thy loues, 
More excellent then wine ! 

Better thine oyntments smell 

Then all the spices will; 
The honycombe both of thy lips, 

O Spouse, they doe distill. 

Vnder thy tounge honye 

And milke are; and as well 

The sauour of thy garments is 
As the Libanon smell. 

Sister, my spouse, as the 

Garden inclos de thou art; 
As a spring of water enclos d, 

And a well sealed apart. 


Thy gryfts they are, as of 

A pom gran at orchard ; 
With the fruite of tilings precious, 

As cypres with spiknard. 

Spiknard, saffron, sweet canes, 

Cinomon, with the rest 
Of incense-trees, mirrh, and santall, 

With all spice which is best. 


() thou the fountayne of 

The gardens and the well 
Of liuing waters, which flowing 

Doest Libanous excell ; 
Wake, north, and come, O south, 

And on my garden blowe, 
And all the spices thereof lett 

The waters ouerflowe. 

Let com to his garden 

I Jim who is lou d of me ; 
That he may eate the fruite of his 

Things delicate which be. 


Sister, my Spouse, into 

My garden come am I; 
I gather my myrrhe with my spice, 

Also with my hony. 

I eate my honycombe ; 

With my milk drinck my wine : 
Eate, O my freendes, drinck, and be fill d, 

Ye wrll-beloued myne. 



O WHAT is man ? or whereof might he vaunt ? 
From earth and aire and ashes first he came : 
His tickle state his courage ought to daunt ; 
His life shall flit when most he trusts the same. 
Then keepe in minde thy moolde and fickle stamc: 
Thyself a naked Adam shalt thou finde ; 
A babe by birth both borne and brought forth 


A drie and withered reede, that wanteth sap, 
Whose rotten roote is refte euen at a clap ; 
A signe, a shew of greene and pleasant grasse, 
Whose glyding glorie sodeinlie doth passe: 

A lame and lothsome limping-legged wight, 
That daily doth God s frowne and furie feel ; 
A crooked cripple, voide of all delight, 
That haleth after him an haulting heele, 
And from Hieruselem on stilts doth reele : 
A wretch of wrath, a sop in sorrow sowst, 
A brused barke with billows all bedowst; 
A filthie cloth, a stinking clod of clay; 
A sacke of sinne that shall be swallowed aye 
Of thousand hels, except the Lord do lend 
His helping hand, and lowring browes vnbend. 

The prime of youth, whose greene vnmellowd yeres 
With hoised head doth check the loftie skies, 
And set vp saile, and sternlesse ships ysteares, 


With wind and wave at pleasure sure he flies: 
On euery side then glance his rolling eies, 
Vet hoary haires do cause them downe to drowp, 
And stealing steps of age do make him stoup. 
Our health that doth the web of wo begin, 
And pricketh forth our pampred flesh to sin, 
By sicknesse soakt in many maladies, 
Shall turne our mirth to mone and howling cries. 

The wreathed haire of perfect golden wire, 
The christall eies, the shining angel s face, 
That kindles coales to set the heart on fire, 
When we doe thinke to runne a royal! race, 
Shall sodeinlie he gauled with disgrace: 
Our goods, our heautie, and our hraue araie, 
That seemes to set our hearts on hoigh for aie, 
Much like the tender floure in fragrant fields, 
Whose sugred sap sweet-smelling sauour yeelds, 
Though we therein doe dailie laie our lust, 
By dint of death shall vanish vnto dust. 

Why sceke ye then this lingring life to saue, 
A hugie heape of hale and miserie ? 
Why loue we longer daies on earth to craue, 
Where carke, and care, and all calamitie, 
Where nought we finde hut bitter ioylitie ? 
The longer that we line, the more we fall ; 
The more we fall, the greater is our thrall : 
The shorter life doth make the lesse account ; 
To lesse account the reckning soone doth mount; 
And then the reckning brought to quiet end 
A ioyfull state of better life doth lend. 

Thou, God, therefore, that rules the rolling skie, 
Thou, Lord, that lends the props whereon we staie, 
And turnes the spheares, and tempers all on hie, 
Come, come in hast, to take vs hence awaie ! 


Thy goodnesse shall we then engraue for aie, 
And sing a song of endlesse thankes to thee, 
That deignest so from death to set vs free, 
Redeeming vs from depth of dark decaie : 
With foure and twentie elders shall we saie, 
" To him be glorie, power, and praise alone, 
That with the Lamhe doth sit in loftie throne. 




From " The Love of God." 

ENGLAND is blest and loued of God : 

Who can the same deny ? 
For she hath felt his louinge rod, 

Because she went awrye. 

Deserve she dyd more to be whypt; 

Her faultes they were so great: 
Who dyd not see how far she slypt 

From law and iustice seat ? 

The word so frely taught and preacht, 

As no land had it more ; 
When teachers truelye truth them teacht, 

They set by it no store. 

They kept it not in hart and minde 

To lead thereby theyr life: 
If they had ben to God so kynde, 

Then had not come the stryfe. 



COME, sharpest greefes, imploy repentant eies; 
Taske tliein as bitter drops as ere were shed : 
Send teares to eartli and sighs vp to the skies ; 
This instant houre a soule and sorrowe s wed. 
Sweet tears and sighs, at dolour s deere requests, 
Come you and yours, my hart s right welcome 

Let eies become the fountaines of my teares, 
And let my teares be flouds to moist my heart ; 
And let my heart, ful of repentant feares, 
By teares and sorrowes tunic a true conuert : 
At base objections of as base a maid 
With oths and curses I haue Christ denai d. 

The watchful! bird that centinels the morne, 
Shrill herald to Aurorae s earlie rising, 
That oft proclaimes the day ere day be borne, 
Distinguisher from pitchd-fac d night s disguising, 
Surceas d to heed why nature taught him crow, 
And did exclaime on me for sinning so. 

O haughtie vaunts, resembling skie-bred thunder, 
How farre remote your actions stand aloofe ! 
A coward heart kept words and deeds asunder, 
Stout champion brags are quailed in the proofe. 
Weake woman s breath hath ouerthrowne a rocke, 
And humane pride is daunted by a cocke. 



Harken this bird s rebuke ; and harkning, feare : 
False periur d tongue, now are thy boastings tride; 
Christ hardest fortune s part thou vovvd st to beare, 
But loe ! a cocke doth crow it, thou hast lide : 
Thy deedlesse words, words vnconfirmd by truth, 
Haue turn d mine eies to teares, my heart to ruth. 

The daie s approch, that whilome nature taskes, 

He chaunted not, nor mentblacke night s descend 
ing ; 

But foule-f ac d sinne from scarffing words vn- 

Plie, bitter teares, your suite, for wrath s suspending; 

Eies, that when Christ sweat blood, secure did 

Now shed more tears then truthles tong can num 

Lament, my soule, thy state; a state distrest; 
Thou art reuolt from true felicitie : 
Sigh sorrowes forth : let greefes weepe out the rest ; 
Weepe, wretched man, repleat with miserie : 
Let neuer eies giue cheekes a space to drie, 
Till teares regaine lost grace in mercie s eie. 

Weepe saltest brinish teares, the more the sweeter: 
Weepe satisfaction, sinne s repentant soule ; 
Weepe, fraile disciple, woman-daunted Peter; 
Weepe, weakling, subiect to a cocke s controule; 
Weepe Christ s deniall, worst of all thy crimes, 
And ouerweepe each teare tenne thousand times. 

O God, from whom all graces doe abound, 
For thy assisting aid I humblie call ; 
Lend mercie s hand to raise from sinking ground, 
And beeing on foot, protect against like fall. 
Thy fauours, Lord, I truly doe implore, 
Rising to stand, standing to fall no more. 



O SINFULL soule, the cause of lesus passion, 
Put sorrowes on, and sighing view tliy guilt ; 
Bring all thy thoughts, fix them on meditation, 
Weep drops of tears for streams of blood Christ 


Summon thy fostred shines, selfe-hatched euils, 
And cast them low as hell : they are the deuils. 

Seat vertue riuall, where vsurping vice 
Had seaz d for Sathan to possese thy hart; 
And though the traitor flesh from grace intice, 
Yet yeeld thy Sauiour his deere purchast part: 
The greatest loue that heau n or earth doth know, 
Did heau n s free loue on hel s bond-slaues bestow. 

He left his Father s glorious right-hand seat, 
To line euen where his earthly footstole stands, 
Vnmou d thereto by our submisse intreat, 
No suite of clay obtain d it at his hands ; 
No power in vs, no humane will that sought it ; 
It was his loue ; grace freely giuen wrought it. 

() loue of soules, death s victor, true life-giuer, 

What charitie did ouercome thee so, 

To die, that man might be eternall liuer, 

Being thine aduerse, disobedient foe . 

For friends if one should die were rarely much ; 

But die for foes, the world affords none such ! 

An ignominious death in shame s account, 

Of odious censure, and contempt s disgrace, 

On Caluarie, a stincking dunghill mount, 

For murderers the common fatal 1 place : 

There dide the angels brightnesse, God and man ; 

There death was vanquisht, and true life began. 


! Yet there began not lesus suffering, 
I Nor in the garden with his soule s vexation : 
There he perform d victorious conquering ; 
His life was nothing els but stintlesse passion 
From cratch to crosse he trod a paineful path 
Betwixt our guilt and God s reuengefull wrath. 

What paines their paines to lesus not impart? 
What moment tortures want did he indure ? 
What anguish addes not to his greeued heart ? 
What minute was he sorrowlesse secure ? 
What age, wherein his troubles were neglected ? 
What people, but his death cheeflie affected ? 

In eies he suffred monefull showres of teares ; 
His face had spittings and dispightfull blowes; 
Blasphemous speech vpbraid his sacred cares ; 
Most lothsome carrion stincks entred his nose ; 
Gall in his mouth ; the holiest hands were bound, 
Hands, feet, heart, head, were nailed, pierc d, and 
crown d. 

From his birth-hovver vntill his life-lost blood, 
What moment past wherein hee did not merite ? 
What minute scap d imploiment vnto good ? 
Who did implore his grace, and he deferre it ? 
How painfully his preaching spent the day ! 
How watchfully his nights were houres to pray ! 

Whom taught this truth, that him for truth be- 

leeued ? 
Though truth without his presence ne re was 


With whom did he conuerse, and was ungreeued? 
How ill intreated euen amongst his owne ! 
Though foxe and bird could find both hole and nest, 
Where found his head reposed place for rest ? 


Pouertie he injured in the manger ; 
\Varre with the tempter in the wildernesse; 
Exile in /Egypt, forcM by tirant s danger, 
And on the way o re-painfull wearinesse : 
In all his speech and actions contradictions, 
Laden with wrongs, burdned with dire afflictions. 

With hunger s sword Food-giuer was acquainted, 
And that the stone-presenting deuill saw : 
At Jacob s well with thirst he well-nie fainted, 
While pinching woman stood on tearmes to draw : 
All wants and woes impos d vpon him still, 
And his obedience suffred euery ill. 

Traitor-led troopes by night did apprehend him, 
Haling him cruell to the iudgement-hall, 
Where all inflicted torments did offend him, 
And mockeries to greeue his soule withall : 
There ludge was iudg d, King scorned, Priest 

abus d, 
And of all just, the lust vniustly vs d. 

Thence to his death with clamours, shouts, and 


Theeues at his side, the torturing hangman by him ; 
His crosse (his burden) borne before his eies, 
Hart-launcing Longius the centurion nie him; 
His friends aloofe ; inuiron d round with foes; 
Thus vnto death, soule s loue, sweet lesus goes. 

Victoriously vpon the dunghill field 
He manag d combate with the roaring lion ; 
Old serpent, death, and hell at once did yeeld, 
All vanquisht by triumphant Lambe of Sion ; 
Performing in that glorious bloodie fight 
The euer conquest of infernall might. 



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 

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, 

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, 

"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. 

What courage lesse then his 

Would haue indur d like shame, 

But would with greets of such contempt 

Haue dide t indure the same? 

A little from that place, 

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 ; 

For out thereat did ludas goe, 

Despaire and he together. 


But to the right handc turne, 
Where is a narrow gate, 
Forth which St Peter went to weepe 
His poore distrest estate. 

Doe immitate the like, 
Goe out at Sorrow e s (lore; 
Weepe bitterly as he did weepe, 
That wept to sinne no more. 

Keepe wide of Cayphas house, 

Though couetous thoughts infence : 

There bribery haunts, despair was hatcht ; 

False ludas came from thence. 

But goe on forward still, 

Where Pi kit s pallace stands ; 

There where he first did false condemn e, 

Then wash his guiltie hands : 

Confess d he found no cause, 

And yet condemn d to die, 

Fearing an earthly Cuisar more 

Then God that rules on hie. 

By this direction then 

The way is vnderstood ; 

No porch, no dore, nor hal to passe, 

\ "nsprinckled with Christ s blood. 

So shall no errour put 

Misguiding steppes betweene ; 

For euery drop sweet lesus shed 

Is freshly to be scene. 

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, 

Thinke what his loue hath binne, 


Whose head was loaden vvitli those briers 

T vnlade thee of thy sinne : 

Whose sacred flesh was torne ; 

Whose holie skinne was rent ; 

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, 

Denying health t indure: 

So from Hierusalem 

The soule s phisition goes, 

When they forsook his sailing health, 

And vow d tbemselues his foes. 

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 

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, 

Who bleeding beares his dying tree 

Amidst the Jewish rout. 

Looke on with liquid eies, 

And sigh from sorrowing mind, 

To see the death s-man goe before, 

The murdering troupes behind : 

Centurion hard at hand, 

The theeues vpon the side, 

The exclamations, shouts, and cries, 

The shame he doth abide. 


Then pressc amongst the throng, 
Thyselfe with sorrowes weed ; 
Get very neere to Christ, and see 
\\hat teares the women shed : 

Teares that did turne him backe. 
They were of such a force 
Teares that did purchase daughters name> 
Of father s kind remorse. 

To whom hee said, Weepe not : 
For me drop not a teare ; 
JJcwaile your ofl spring 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, 

And Christ will grace returne. 

To Pilat s hold demands 

He yeelded no replie ; 

Although the iudge importun d much, 

Vet silence did denie. 

Vnto his manie words 
No answere C hrist would make; 
Yet to those women did he speake, 
For teares 1 and weeping sake. 

Thinke on their force by teares 
Teares that obtained loue 
\\hrre words too weak could not persuade. 
How teares had power to moue. 

Then looke toward lesus load, 
More then he could indure, 
And how for hclpe to beare the same 
A hireling they procure. 


loine tliou vnto the crosse; 
Beare it of loue s desire ; 
Doe not as Cyranieus did, 
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. 

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 

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, 
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, 

For saints eternall dwelling. 

By Adam Paradise 
Was sinne s polluted shade : 
By Christ the dunghill Golgotha 
A Paradise was made. 



\VEKPE not, but wccpc ; stint tears, shower eies ; 
Cease sorrowes, yet begin lament : 
Weepe for your children and alies ; 
Weepe not for me, tis tears mispent : 
Bewaile the offspring of your wombe, 
Sentenc d succeeding vengeance doome. 

No cause you should my case bemone ; 
My death s tlie death of Death and Hell : 
Great cause you haue to weepe your owne, 
And rue the cittie where they dwell : 
Know how to weepe when greefes complaine, 
Or teares and sighs are meerly vaine. 

If this he done vnto the tree, 

Green in perfection s perfect prime, 

In what state shall the barren bee 

That s iuicelesse, drie, and spent by time ? 

When thus they fell downe fruitful! greenc, 

Where; shall the fruitlesse stock bee scene . 

This was reply without demand 

To tongues, eies, hearts, mute, wet, and weake, 

Ynlesse by teares we vnderstand 

That waterie eies haue power to speake : 

Their weeping spake to Icsus cares ; 

He turn d about, and answer d teares. 

Where sinne-stain d Adam first was plast, 

Three kind of trees were growing there : 

The first was for delicious tast, 

Fruitful, ordained food to beare : 

Life s arbour next, which grace did fill ; 

And knowledge-tree of good and ill. 

Where, sinne s hie ransome, lesus di de, 
Three trees vpon that dunghill stood : 


One greene with grace ; the other dri de 
Bearing two theeues, the bad and good 
In midst, the tree of life, the crosse, 
Bare Adam s guilt, restored his losse. 

Great negligence, great loue and paines, 
First gardner had, last did supplie : 
His tree was watred from his veines ; 
In Paradise they carelesse die : 
His blood for his hath moisture bin : 
His thornes a hedge to guard it in. 

E. W. 


From " Thameseidos." 

AYE, now I see that mourning followes mirth, 
That sorrow driueth pleasure from the earth ; 
That happinesse doth not long time remaine, 
But ere it is at full, begi nes to vvaine ; 
That all in vaine man striues to keepe his state, 
When dangerous stormes labour it to abate : 
That vainely men doe boast of Fortune s fauours, 
Since like a weather-cocke slice alvvayes wauers, 
Threatcningthem most, and bringing soonest vnder 
Those, at whose fortunes most the world did 


The sharpest edije iritl soonest ]>earse, 

Anil come tint if tin en/I ; 
Yet doict not, hut lie riehe in hope, 

And take, thdt I do send. 


PUT not your trust in fading earth, 

Putt v]> with fainting staies : 
Posscsc the Lord ; so shall you still 

Persist in pod lie waies. 
Exalt your eies from common shapes, 

Esteeme not of this pelfe; 
Expresse in deeds what faith you haue, 

Examine wel yourselfe. 
As windes dis|>erse the wau ring chafTe, 

And tosse it quite away, 
All worldlie j)omj)e shall so consume, 

And passe without delay. 
Repleated oft with wandring change 

Recount your life to be : 
Remember wel, no blessed fruite 

Remaines on cursed tree. 
So shal you trace the perfect pathe 

Saluation to attaine ; 
So shal you see this glittering glose 

Set out to be in vaine. 
Extinguish then the carnal course, 

Exempted from aboue ; 
Exjiell the (jtialmes of fond delights, 

Excell in tfodlir loue. 


Depart not from the liuing Lord ; 

Delight to read his word ; 
Delaie no time, for he doth still 

Defend vs with the sword. 

Giue to your God your soule and life, 

Good gain insues thereby ; 
Greieue not the Spirit, that warneth you 

Great dangers for to flie. 

Cast all your care on him alone, 

Care for no other, praie ; 
Considering he your greatest griefes 

Can quickly take awaie. 

Of all things lent vnto this life 
One thing accompt the best; 

Onelie the truth and feare of God, 
On which our soules must rest. 

Make no account of trusties trash, 

Molesting miser s mind ; 
Marke how these markers oftentimes 

Much care and sorrow finde. 

Beware betimes of bad, I wist : 
Be not these pleasures vaine ? 

Beleeue in Christ, and so you shall 
Be sure to Hue againe. 




JUDAS, that treason harbored in his brest, 
Knew well that here our Lord did oft resort 
Vnto this place : knowledge had wrought thy rest, 
If all in time tliou wouldst haue found comfort: 
But, murthcrous wretch, tin s onely did thee good; 
Thou thirstic wert after the innocent blood. 
O monstrous change, that from a friend of trust 
Thou art a fox, and wilt thy friend betray ! 
Companion once, and now mongstthieues to thrust, 
As chiefest guide, the spotlesse Lambe to fray. 
Cannot great fauours cause thee to returne, 
Thou wotull wretch, at goodnes that dost spume ? 
How many speeches tending to our health ! 
What feruent vowes he sent beyond the sky ! 
All waves were sought, still to procure our wealth; 
His grace to none that would he did deny. 

Might not his grace from treason thee rcclaime, 
Hut at his life thou, traytour, now wilt aime ? 
Ye couetous carles, that for a little gaine 
Set soule to sale, as though there were no hell, 
Looke on this ludas, thinke vpon his paine ; 
His endlesse pangs all torments far excell. 
The very fire the forged fire doth passe, 
And like hell-fire no torment euer was. 

Consider yet, while here we hauc a space, 
What griefe it is to be exilde from God ; 


What ioy it is to view his pleasant face ; 
What paine it is to feele his heauie rod. 

Thrise happie they that cleaue vnto thy grace ! 

Thrisc cursed they that will not life imbrace ! 

O wretched man, bereft of inward peace, 
Commest thou arm d with weapons and with lights ( 
A cut-throate crew serue for thy shame s increase : 
1 Are these thy mates? belike feare thee affrights. 
A guiltie conscience brings a restlesse griefe, 
Easlesse in ease, finding no sound reliefe. 

Thou stately citie of the hightest King, 
Fitting thy name that hacist the Prince of Peace, 
Whilom whose praise the virgins faire did sing, 
What time thy glory the chiefest did increace : 
, Thy famous temple, deuotion that relieues, 
Is now become a den for lothsome thieues. 

And must thy rulers now their forces bend 
i To send their seruants forth in all the haste, 
To bind this Lambe, and then his blood to spend ? i 
What, do ye long to see your land lye waste? 
All this was done the Scripture to fulfil : 
Who can dissolve what God alone doth will ? 
In these we see that brings such weapons stoare, 
; How foes with might God s children doe oppresse: , 
| They haue no truth, and as for iustice loare 
1 They likewise want, which causes should redresse : 
Trusting to flesh, this stay, as it is wurst, 
So for this fault they are of God accurst. 
Forward they march, bringing along their light, 
Their lanterns that a little light containe, 
With other helpes to guide them in the night; 
Vsing the lesse, and from the great refraine : 
To dim that light each one doth now prepare ; 
For Light of world no whit at all thev care. 


Christ, knowing well the secrets of mankind, 
This instant somewhat should to him betyde, 
Forward he goeth against the crue vnkind, 
From whom lie could haue parted cleane vnspyde : 
" Whom do ye seeke . " said he ; "to me now tell/ 
"Jesus of Nazareth," said they, and down they 


This hath the taste of his most soueraigne might, 
Who with a word could strike them to the ground 
Weake is man s power, if (unl begin to fight ; 
His only breath can all his foes confound, 

If slender touch huge mountaines make th smoke, 
How dares then man his maiestie prouoke ? 




/ rum "Sir Martin Mur-people." 

THEN let vs leaue this wretched world, 

And (leaue vnto the Lord, 
And tunic from all our wicked waies, 

In thought, in deed, and word: 
That (iod from vs may turne his plagues, 

Which we deserued haue ; 
That when our lines giue place to death, 

Then death may swallowed be 
Of life again, in heauen to dwell 

With (iod in persons three, 
In endlesse glory there to rest : 

And that it so befall, 
My heart, my mind, my tongue, and lips, 

Doo pray : Amen, say all. 


A P saline pend upon the Etimologie of the name of the right 
worshipfull Thomas Leigl>, of Adlington. 


THY mercie, Lord, my faith perswadcs, 

Although my sinnes be red, 
How I shall be made free to thee 

By Christe s blood that s shed. 

Of all my wandring wilfull dayes, 

And recklesse rudeful toys, 
My faithfull hope is for to mount 

To thee in lasting ioyes. 

And as I wickedly did sinne, 

I faithfully repent : 
Such is thy mercie that I knowe 

My teares shall thee content. 
Lo, heare my teares the witnesse is, 

My sinne doth grieue me sore : 
Esteeme, O Lord, my wofull plaintes ; 

I trust t offend no more. 
In thee my onely hope remaines ; 

On thee is all my stay; 
Geue eare vnto my wofull cries, 

When I shall passe away. 

Haue minde vpon thy mercy, Lord ; 

Forget thy wrath and yre; 
Erect my spirite into thy blisse, 

I humbly thee desire. 


Els all my tcares and grieuous plaintes 

Returne without reward e ; 
So shall I weare and wast in woe 

My cries shall not be heard. 

Seeine not therefore to tnrne thy face ; 

Accept my wot ull suite : 
Quit me from Sathan s nets and snares ; 

His traps, good Lord, confute. 

Ynto thy maiestie, () Lord, 

I dedicate my selfe : 
Veeld 1 doe vp my soule to thee, 

And leaue the world my wealth. 

Accept, therefore, thou glorious God 

Thus still on thee I crie ; 
Keuenge not, Lord, but mercy haue, 

And neucr let me die. 

All glory be vnto thy name, 

And to thy onely Sonne; 
And to the Holy Ghost, with whom 

To vs thy kingdome come. 


PHKTAUK a place aboue the skies. 

Where angels rest in ioy ; 
Out of all mundane thoughts arise, 

Which workes the soule s annoy. 
Of Time watch well the stealing steps 
Take heed of youth that age forgets. 
All thinges haue time by power deuine, 

And Time consumeth all. 
She hath cut off the mightiest kinges 

And so the rest she shall. 


Emporour, king, and kaisar, she 

Doth mount vpon the stage ; 
And all that shall aduaunced be 

Time raiseth in ech age. 
So Time dismountes them all againe, 
Some from great ioy to shame and paine. 
Thus rich and poore she euermore 

Cuts off, both great and small : 
The captaine stout, and all his rout, 

She spoyles, and euer shall. 
Therefore watch well this hastie dame, 

That makes thys mortall speede : 
As all our parents felt the same, 

With vs she will proceede. 
Time flies apace; she tarries not; 
She grantes no grace if men forgot. 
At first she is as sugar svveete, 

But ends like bitter gall. 
Let worldlinges watch that be asleepe, 

For time no doubt they shall. 

Remember Tyme built cities great, 

Which now is wildernes ; 
With many a costly and stately seat 

That now consumed is. 
And Tyme these dayes builds many bours 
Which shall in Time be none of ours: 
For as the seas doth ebbe and floe, 

So Tyme doth with vs all. 
Now chuse who thinks of Tyme or noe ; 

All thinges consume she shall. 
Of this beware, and marke it well, 

For Tyme is now at hand ; 
That Tyme all pleasure shall expell 

As well by sea as land. 


Not one, but all, shall tast of woe, 

Of very force it must be soe : 

Els sinne would sincke, ami vice would drinke, 

The workes of vertue all : 
So Tyme consumes those that presumes 

Loe ! thus she doth and shall. 

Such is the force of Tyme, ye see ; 

Such is the emle of all: 
Here may we see that vanitie 

Doth worke our mortal thrall. 
Quite now yourselues from worldly mucke, 
Lest Tyme vnlookt your liues do plucke. 
Undoubtedly in Tyme foresee 

To win the way to rest ; 
And help the poore, which is the store 

For which God thinkes you blest. 

If Tyme cut of all lining thinges, 

And stil bringes all to nought ; 
And shall to Judgement bring the kinges, 

As well for deede as thought ; 
Then let the meaner stats take heed 
To watch and pray with present speed: 
Ills in the shares of Tyme vnwares 

\Vc must to iudgment all. 
Remember this ; great neede it is, 

For Tvme consume vs shall. 



From " The Commemoration." 

Now blessed be these dayes of thine ; 

Thrise blessed be our God, 
By whom our Queene Elizabeth 

Those vertuous steppes hath trod. 

Not force of fleshe hath held her vp, 

Not sharp devise of man: 
Not crafte, not skill, not worldly thrifte, 

Her blessed state began. 

Before her raigne bereft of peace, 

Bereft of outwarde joy ; 
Pursued to death by Romishe beastes, 

Still seeking her annoy : 

Whose foamy, frothy, murthrous jawes, 
With stomacks stuft with guile, 

Each day devised her grace s death, 
And sacred state to foyle. 

Whom high Jehove preserved hath, 

In spite of Sathan s rage, 
To live a queen in blessed peace, 

To lyve an happy age. 

* * * * * 

No drift, devise, no devill s deede, 
No falshood fetcht from hell, 

Hath yet tane place: in safetie yet 
Her noble grace doth dwell. 

STANZAS. 36i) 

Thine luuul, Jehove, hath found them out ; 

Thine owne right hand hath brought 
Each darke deuise to oj>en view, 

And treason s guile to nought. 

Thine hand hath held her kingdome fast ; 

Thine owne right hand hath stav d 
The running rage of rancour bent, 

And made her foes afrayde. 

Of wisdome hast thou lent her store, 

To guide thy folke aright : 
\\ hat gittes of grace have princes more 

Obtayned in thy sight ? 

Graue counsaile, guiding all by truth, 
Thou, Lorde, with her hast plaste : 

Whose careful workes for commonwealth 
Can never be defaste. 


( from " Gu/de j Kingdome, etc." ) 

DROOPING and dying in depth of dispaire; 
Wasted and wearied with sorrow and smart ; 
Pinched and pained in pencifull chaire, 
Yet dare not discouer the thoughts of my heart : 
To keepe them or shew them brings griefe alike 

to me, 
To keepe them or to shew them alike doth vndo me. 

O dayes full of dolour ! () nights of vnrest ! 
O times full of trouble ! O seasons vnkind 
If aught could be added, or aught be decreast, 
Then might there be hope some comfort to find : 
But resolute mine still standing at doore, 
Death cannot haue entrance, nor life be secure. 


God, if thou dost it to punish my sinne, 

1 am thy poore seruant, the worke of thy hand, 
All fraile and vnstable without and within, 
Vnable without thee one houre to stand : 

But sith thou hast promist to helpe where is need, 
Lord, keepe then thy promise, and helpe me with 

Thou know st what I lacke, thou know st what I 

Father of mercy, O Fountaine of grace : 

Sith none that hath sought thee did euer yet faile, 
Lord, let not me onely be thrust out of place : 
But looke thou on me as thou lookest on all, 
And helpe thy poore seruant that lyeth in thrall. 

1 graunt of my merites I may be ashamed ; 
Not mercy but iudgement doth fit my desert : 
My life hath bene loose, my thoughts all vntamed. 
And whatso was holy, that did I peruert. 

Not therefore for me, but for thy name sake, 
Vouchsaue me thy mercy, my sorrow to slake. 


From u Newes out of Pottle s Churchyard. 

O ENDLESSE powre ! O welspring, whence 

All wisdom wisely flowes; 
O God, whose grace doth guide the good, 

In whome all bounty growes : 
Thou knovvst the hearts and seest the raynes, 

Yea th inwarde thoughts of men 
Doe open lye before thy face : 

Thou knovvst how, where, and when 
Ech thing hath, is, or shall be done, 

Or else committed : thou 


Hast pcrfite, ne\ve, and insight good, 

Which way man s heart dotli bow. 
Thou, tliou, I say, sole God of might, 

JJeholdst the harts of men, 
What they pretend, what yll they worke : 

So iustly iudge me then, 
And shut thy mercy from my soule, 

If slandrotisly my lypps 
Doe oj)e at all ; or if my tongue, 

Of vaine presumtion, skypps 
From this to that, or rashly run 

More than the truth doth vrge ; 
Or more then that through extreame rage 

And force of sinfull surge. 



From " The Armour of Proofe, brought from the Tower of 

BUT wilt thou know what is the sinne of sinnes ? 

It is contempt of God s most holy worde. 
For that cast off, idolatrie heginnes ; 

False god then sought, God draweth out his 


His sword? yea, all his plagues therewith are sent, 
When on false gods the mindes of his are bent. 

Alas ! how then can we escape his hand ? 

Haue not all sortes his holy worde ofl cast ? 
Not so ; for then nought els but plagues in land, 

And it to ly both desolate and wast. 
Wast ? nay, worse : for Ohirn therein then should 

dwel ; 
Yea, Zim and lem, instead of men to tell. 

For wilt thou see, for this what God once wrought 
On his ovvne seate, Jerusalem of fame? 

In dust she lyeth, by Babel first so brought ; 
Once built againe ; yet Rome hath spoylde the 

Too greeuous were her harmes all to be tolde ; 

She lyeth in dust, that glittered so with golde. 

Euen shee, whose beautie shone so cleare and 

That all the world Perfection did her call ; 


Yea, slice, the ioy of all that were vpright ; 

None such there was, nor neuerlike there sliall : 
Yet downe she is, and neuer shall he huylt : 
Thou mayest so see in God s booke, it thou wylt. 
And so Aholah, sister hers lykewyse, 

Before her long with Asshur s rod was whypt, 
For that new goddes amongst them did aryse, 

God s worde cast off, and Omrie s laweswell kept: 
From Ahah s house their manners still they sought, 
Wherefore to dust their glorious crowne was 

And so in dayes of ludges, long before, 

The Lorde his solde to spoylers round about; 
Because their goddes they dayly did adore, 

And praysed them, whom God had bid thrust out ; 
But quite forgot the Lord, who did redeeme 
Their neckes from thrall : him did they not 

And hath not this of vs yet taken holde ? 

Not full, I hope : for though great store there be, 
Who make them gods of wealth and wedge of 

Ot lustes of flesh, and pleasures of the eye ; 
All those who loue their wealth or pleasure more 
Then they do God, to them gods they are sure : 
But yet this sinne on all hath not layde holde ; 

For though on some, yet many more there bee 
Who neuer sought to gods yet made of mould, 

Or sunne or starres ; for such ne heare nor see : 
To one they call, who can their sute well heare, 
And doth to them by worde and workes appeare. 
To God alone we seeke in hope to finde, 

By meanes of Christ, eternall Sonne of his, 
Who did our sinnes and foes to tree fast binde, 

When he on earth God s statutes none did mis: 


Yet death he tooke, the wages due for sinne, 
And so by death spoyld him that death brought 

Who after death all glorie was to haue, 

Which earst he had with God before all time, 

And there doth sit, in shape of man, to craue 
The lyke for all that are of him, true vine. 

Wherefore by him our prayers we present, 

Which are to God a sweet and pleasing scent. 

We maruell much what foolysh doults do meane, 

To fall to blockes, or call to saincts on hie ; 
Since none on earth or heauen yet doth raigne, 

But God alone, who can our thoughtes espie : 
For Abram knoweth vs not, doth Esai say, 
And lacob wanteth eares to heare vs pray. 
That virgin pure most blessed was in deede, 

In whose small wombe the Lord of lyfe did dwell ; 
Yet for to know, what time we stand in neede, 

She hath no skill, the scripture playne doth 


For God alone our prayers all doth heare ; 
Wherefore to him by Christ we still draw neare. 

We liolde them fooles, that labour so in vayne 

To call on Paul, or Peter, or on Pope : 
For had they eies, Sainct lolm hath told them 

That who now sinnes, Christ now must be his 

hope : 

For he now only Mediator is, 
Cause Aron s trade our sinnes could not dismis. 
We haue God s word to teach vs fayth and feare ; 

We learne by it all secrets meete to know. 
No writ of man to vs yet is so deare, 

Or like esteem d, God s councels vs to shew : 


\Ve are most sure that God by it must gayne 
Such wamleryng soulcs as must with Christ 
here raiue. 

We liaue tlie sacraments in perfect sort, 
As C lirist himselfe at first did tliem ordayne. 

Our foes are false who fjiue vs this report, 

That we holde not that Christ doth there re- 

But how I Not really, as they do teach, 

But there by faytli, as learned heere do preach. 

Yf this be true, that all God s trtteth we holde, 
\\ hat neede we then of Spayne to be afrayde ? 

For God, I say, hath neuer yet such solde 

To sworde of foe ; but still hath sent them ayde. 

The trueth we haue, yet therein walke not wee ; 

Wherefore ofttimes God hisseth for a bee. 

Indeede . then must we all looke for the same; 

For few there be that will of God do seeke ; 
But all decrees contemne his holy name : 

Few, rich or poore, one saboth true do keepe : 
And all are bent their owne willes to obey, 
But wille of God we seeke it no one day. 

For whereas we should spend our lyucs and time 
In God s owne booke, his will to see therein ; 

Great store there be, that neuer sought one lyne 
To write in hart, that so they mi^ht know him : 

And so, God s will of vs not bein<j knowne, 

lie castes vs off, to follow wayes our owne. 

O Kn<jlande, then consider well thy state ; 

Oft read God s worde, and let it be are chiefe 

Within thy hart : or els thou canst not scape 

The wrath of God ; for lie will surely pay. 


Yea, diuers rods the Lorde of hostes doth vse, 
To chasten such as do his worde refuse. 


Remember then thy former loue and zeale, 

Winch thou to God and to his worde didst beare, 

And let them now agayne with thee preuale : 
And so no force of forrayne shalt thou feare. 

None shall then moue thy candlesticke from thee, 

Yf thou from it a lyght wilt take to see. 



From " The Author s muse vpon this life in manner of a 

I MUSING in my carefull minde 

Of this vaine fleeting life, 
By perfect proofe this doo I finde 

Tis nothing els but strife. 
Which when I see the pinching pains 

Wherewith poore men are prest, 
I deeme him happiest that hath this gaine, 

By Christe eternall rest. 
For heer I see our cares abound 

And sorrowes stil encrease, 
And neuer until vnder ground 

Our corps doo lye at ease. 
Our labor then is ended sure; 

And blessed is that wight, 
The greatest greefs did here endure, 

And led a life most right. 



THE brooscr of the serpent s head ; 

The woman s promiz d seed ; 
The second in the Trinitie ; 

Tlie foode our soules to feed ; 
The vine, the light, the doore, the way, 

The shepheard of vs all, 
Whose manhood ioyn d to Deitie 

Did ransome vs from thrall ; 
Tliat was, and is, and euermore 

Will be the same to his ; 
That sleeps to none that wakes to him ; 

That turns our curse to blis : 
Whom yet vnscene the patriarks saw, 

The prophets had foretold ; 
The apostles preach t ; the saints ador d; 

And martyrs do behold. 
The same Augustus emperor 

In Palestine was born 
Amongst his own, and yet his own 

Did curse their blis in scorn. 

BUT human purenes none is such, 

Hut it to crre is knowne : 
Tliinke not we labour here your faults, 

And ouerleape our owne. 


For in the best of men the flesh 

And spirit combat still : 
One thing the spirit, and the flesh 

The contrarie doth will. 

We vertue praise, but practise vice ; 

Possessed weale we flye, 
And tract of woe; at heauen we ayme, 

But with a worldly eye. 

Our selues we loue, yeat than ourselues 

We haue no crosser foe ; 
For peace we warre, a peruerse war 

That doth ourselues ore-throe. 

At once we burne, and are key-cold; 

We seeme to stande, that fall ; 
To heale, that hurt : we brag of bad ; 

We dye ere death doth call. 

We triumph while we are subdude ; 

We bliss our proper baine ; 
We gladly doe subiect ourselues 

Vnto each giddy vaine. 

Our gadding thoughts conceite the clouds, 

Ourselues meanewhile forgot: 
Our nay is yea, our yea is nay ; 

\Ve will, and then "will not. 

Our soules like this, our flesh lusts that ; 

As Proteus changcth, so 
Doe our affections and our thoughts 

Be shifting to and fro. 

Euen hydra-like, we flesh our faults ; 

Our mindes doe wauer still ; 
Our selfe-conceits be winged, and 

We flie from good to ill. 


Our peace with discord breedes our woe; 

The contrarie our ease : 
We neuer do but plague ourselues, 

Whilst that ourselues we please. 

We would be we, as if not we, 

Vs plentie makcth poore ; 
We partiall blame, inable, and 

Disable vs eremore. 

All these, and wilfull sinnes besides, 

To vs and with you all 
Too common we confesse ; but of 

Our doctrine speake we shall. 

Propitious be to vs, () God, 
That faith haue practice too ; 

\\ Inch we omit as publicanes, 
As Pharisees ye doe. 



THE sinne of pride made Lucifer 

Gainst God himself rebell ; 
And through that sin he so seduc t, 

That Adam also fell. 

Then plaid he Hex ore all the earth, 

Except a faithful! fewe, 
Till Christ incarnate on the cross 

Synne s kingdome did subdue. 

Then Christ was powreful in the world, 
For faith had practice right ; 

And what more could our ghostly foe 
Than faith and practice spight ? 


His auncient stratageme, therefore, 
To plant he casts anew, 

And from the pride of only workes 
From faith a many drew. 


WHO may, but will not helpe, doth hurt, 
We know ; and curious they, 

That dribling arms by art disband, 
Wei-meant from vvel-done pay : 

And he that questions distresse, 
And doth not help endevour, 

Then he that sees, and nothing sales 
Or cares, is less deccavour. 


Tis onely faith doth justifie, 
Say we, of God s free grace 

By Christ ; nor faith is idle, but 
Doth charitie embrace. 



From " The Passions of the Spirit." 

COME all the world, 

And call your wits together 
Borrow some pennes 

Out of the angells wings ; 
Intreat the heauens 

To send their muses hether, 
To help your soules 

To write of sacred things. 
Prophane conceits 

Must all bee cast away: 
The night is past, 

And you must take the day. 

Speake not of sinne, 

It beareth no part heere ; 
Hut write of grace 

And whence hir glory grue. 
Think of the loue 

That to the life is deere, 
And of the life 

To whom all loue is due : 
And then sit downe 

In glory all to sing, 
All to the glory 

Of our glorious King. 


First make your grounds 

Of faithful holinesse; 
Then your deuisions 

Of deuine desires : 
Let all your rests 

Bee hopes of happinesse, 
Which mercies musicke 

In the soule requires : 
Let all your sharps 

Bee feares of faithfull harts 
And all your flats 

The death of your desarts. 

Yet rise and fall 

As hope and feare directs 
The nature of each note 

In space or line : 
And let your voices 

Carry such effects, 
As may approue 

Your passions are deuine. 
Then let your consorts 

All in one agree, 
To God alone 

All onely glory bee. 

Then let the dittie 

Bee the deerest thought, 
That may reuiue 

The dying hart of loue ; 
That onely mercy 

On the soule hath wrought 
The happie comfort 

Of the heauens to moue : 
Then let your sound 

Unto the heauens ascend, 


And all your closes 
All in glory end. 

Glory to Him 

That sitteth on the throne, 
With all the lioast 

Of all the heauens attended ; 
Who all tilings made, 

And governes all alone, 
Vanquisnt his foes, 

And all his flock defended ; 
And hy his power 

His chosen soules preserueth 
To sing his praise, 

That so all praise deserueth. 

And whilst all soules 

Are to him glory singing, 
Let mee, poore wretch, 

Not wholly hold my peace ; 
But let my teares, 

From mercie glory springing, 
Keepe time to that sweet song : 

May they neuer seace, 
That while my soule 

Doth my God adore, 
I may yet sing Amen, 

Although no more. 



IF euer tliou me loue, 

I ioyfull am for aie : 

If euer me tliou leaue, 

My soule doeth sorrow slaie. 

If euer thou me loue, 
Thrise happie then am I : 
If euer thou me leaue, 
Then out, alas ! I dye. 

If euer thou me loue, 
Abounde I doe in blisse : 
If euer me thou leaue, 
Then all thyng doe I misse. 

If euer thou me loue, 
Who then as I so glad ? 
If euer thou me leaue, 
Then who as I so sad? 

If euer thou me loue, 

Thou euer mak st me Hue : 

If euer thou me leaue, 

Deathe s dart thou dost me giue. 

If euer thou me loue, 
Who Hues so glad as I ? 
If euer thou me leaue, 
Who dies so bad as I ? 


If euer thou me louc, 

In heauen thou mak st me dwell : 

If euer thou me leaue, 

Thou driu st me cloune to hell. 

Wherefore, () louying Lorde, 
Loue still, to make me Hue; 
So shall I neuer leaue 
Thee laude and praise to giue. 

[RI.IZ. POMS. J 26 



creatures of the eternall God but man 

In seuerall sorts doe glorify his name : 

Things dumbe and meerely senceless, as they can, 

Yet seeme to prayse and magnify the same : 

Is it not then an ignominious shame 

That man should be to them inferiour, 

Of whom God made him lord and governour ? 

Each tree doth seeme tenne thousand tongues to 


With them to laude the Lord omnipotent ; 
Each leafe that with winde s gentle breath doth 


Seemes as a tongue to speak to this intent, 
In language admirably excellent. 
Leaues better tongues then tongues that leaue 

their duty, 
And loue to talk of nothing but of beauty. 

The sundry sorts of fragrant floures doe seeme 

Sundry discourses God to glorify : 

For sweeter volumes may we them esteeme 

Then such as handle with diuersity 

The traynes and stratagems of fantasy : 

For all these creatures in their seucral sorte 

Prayse God, and man vnto the same exhort. 




J } (inid in this j>.i(iline ilnth exhort 

To itraysr tin Lord tilictiyes, 
I nr that In did rs inn he, and j>ort 
And yuyde vs nil nur dtiyes. 

() BE ye ioyfull in the Lorde, 
Serue yc him, all ye landes : 

With gladnes cum, and with a song 
Commit you to his handes. 

The Lord our God he did vs make ; 

< )f this we may be -sure ; 
Not we our selues, we are his folke 

Ami shejie of his pasture. 

Now let vs go into his #ates, 

With thanks to gene him prayse ; 

Into his court, euen for to speake 
Good of his name alwayes. 

For why ? the Lord is gracious ; 

His mercy is full sure ; 
His truth doth euerlastyngly 

For euennore endure. 

G. B. 


From " The Shippe of Safe-gard." 

WHO seekes to tread that happie path 
That leades to pcrfitc blisse, 

And faine would finde the certayne way 
That many wandring misse ; 

Must banish ease, and bend himselfe 
To abyde both care and paine, 

And seeke to conquer eche delight 
And worldly pleasure vaine. 

For as the way but narrow is 
That leadeth straight to ioy, 

So is it all beset with thornes 
And briers that anoy. 

In euerie place are stubbles and prickes, 
That stayes the feeble feete ; 

And lothsome for the time it seemes, 
That after prooues most sweete. 

A feareful hart refuseth quite 
To walke that painefull way ; 

But carefull mindes regarde not paine, 
Such pleasure to assay. 




From " The Trauaijled Pilgrime." 

WHO woulde not trauailc all his life 

Such science tor to knoe, 
As able is to rid from strife 

This carcasse bare, and woe/ 

The state itselfe is nothing sure, 
Full soone doth vade away : 

No earthly thing doth long endure, 
But once it doth decay. 

Why then is man so loth to goe, 

This fickle life to leaue ? 
Sith he so well the state doth know, 

He doth himselfe deceaue. 

The pompeous state and worldly welth 
Doth many mindes so blinde, 

That when they should accomptes repay, 
Most farthest are behinde. 

The hirde, that in the cage doth sing 
Sometimes both shrill and cleere, 

In ayrie skye with better note, 
As doth full well appeere ; 

Because his kinde is there to be 

If IK; the cage may scape: 
Most ioyfull then beginnes his laye ; 

No more for feare doth quake. 


But man s regard is nothing so, 

The cage of sinne to flie : 
The greater plague doth oft ensue 

When that the poore doth crie. 
For many goods so well doth loue, 

They care not how they get ; 
So they may haue to serue their mindes 

Their whole desire is set. 




From "St. Peter s Path to the Joyes of Hetnu ii." 1 

RISE, sinfull man, looke on the heauenly light, 
Bee not by Satlian to hel s bondage brought ; 
Let not despairing thoughts thy soule affright 
To stroy thy treasure Christ so deerely bought : 

Say not, with Cain, The Lorde cannot forgiue ; 

His oyle of grace will thy sicke soule relieue. 
His life-preseruing mercy passeth all 
The glorious workes that euer he did make ; 
For whosoeucr faithfully doth call 
On his great Name, he neuer doth forsake ; 

Though skarlet sinnes thy soule doe ouergrow, 

Yet his sweet blood wil wash them white as snow 
Cast not thy lookes against the sullen ground. 
But looke on Christ fast naylcd to the crosse ; 
His death of life did death and hell confound, 
And therewithal redeem d thy greatest losse : 

Adam wreckt our soules : Christ was soules life- 
beginner : 

His blood sau d thee and me the vildest sinner. 



.No vayner tiling ther can be found 

Am yd this vale of stryfe, 
As auncient men report haue made, 

Then trust vncertayne lyfe. 

This trwc we dayly fynde 

By proofes of many ycares, 
And many tymes the trothe is tryed 

By losse of frendly feares. 

Hope whoso lyst in lyfe, 

Hath but vncertayne stay; 
As tayle of ele, that harder held 

Doth sooner slyde away. 

When least we thynk thereof, 

Most neare approacheth it ; 
And sodaynly i>ossess the place 

Wlier lyfe" before did sytt. 

How many haue byn seen 

In helth to go to rest; 
And yet, eare niomying tyde, haue ben 

\Vith cruell death opprest! 

How many in their meales 

Haue ioy fully been sett, 
That sodaynly in all theyr feasts 

Hath yealded earth theyr dett ! 


Syth thus the lyfe is nought 
That in this world we trust ; 

And that for all the pompe and pryde 
The bodie tournes to dust ; 

Hope for the lyfe aboue, 
Which far surmounteth all : 

With vertuous mind await the time 
When God for vs doth call. 



From " David s Ode." 

O GREAT Creator of the starrie pole 

And heauenly tilings ; 
O mighty Founder of the earthly mole, 

Chiefe King of kings ; 
Whose gentle pardon euermore is nere 
To them which crie unfaynedly with feare : 

Distrest with sin 

I now begin 
To come to thee : O Lord, giue eare. 

O Lord, look down from thy chrystallin throne 

Enuirond round 
With seraphins and angels manie one, 

Thy praise who sound : 

Such fauour, Lord, on me vouchsafe to send 
As on thy chosen flock thou doest extend : 

To thee alone 

I make my mono : 
Some pittie, Father, on me send. 

Remember, Lord, that it is more then need 

To send redresse : 
My sore will grow, vnlesse thou help with speed, 

Remedilesse : 

Therefore in mercie looke down from aboue, 
And visit me with thy heart-joying loue : 

Alas ! I see 

No cause in me 
Which vnto pittie may thee moue. 



JACOB did see a ladder hie, 

As he was laid asleepe ; 
The angels come and go thereby, 

Which doe him safely keepe. 

We learne hereby in euery way 
That God must be our guide, 

Or else we soone may go astray; 
Our foote is apt to slide. 

And as he saw this thing at rest, 

So God keepeth vs when we thinke lest. 

Ad Pastores otiosos et 

The shepheard good doth u-atche his sheepe, 
And from the wolfe them safe doth keepe : 
The hireling from his flock doth yoe, 
And is the first that Jtieth from foe. 

THE pastour which the soules doe feede, 
And alwayes teacheth heauenly reede, 
And doth not any daunger feare, 
Is like the shepheard set foorth here. 
But he that onely gaine doth minde, 
Leauing his flock and all behinde, 
Running away so he safe be, 
An idle shepheard sure is he. 

( . T. 

A furs, tttn mnrs, Christe, 
Fraux mundi, ijlnria c<cli, 
Et dolor inferni, 
Snnt mfditunda tifn. 

THAT Christ did, that thou must die, 
The worldly 1 raude, the heauenly ioy, 
The endles bitter paines of hell, 
Tosse them, as tennis-balles, in minde. 
But hereat some perhaps will sticke, 
And say, who alwaies thinkes of death 
Shall neuer looke with cheereful face, 
But swarte, and wan, and halfe as dead. 

\\ "hereby appeares, whom nature hath 
Forbidden beautie s siluer show, 
To good more prone and ready be 
Than they whom nature hath decoerd. 

The one, I will not maserate, 
Saith he, my plum-round physnomie ; 
My straight-made lims I will not crooke, 
To think of death, of deuill, or God. 

The other saith, My fauour is harde, 
My body croukte, of all despisde ; 
The world I leaue ; it loues not me ; 
I ioy to think on heauenly things. 

The happy blessed man 
Doth loth this worldly life ; 
The wicked stryues in what he can 
To whet still pleasure s knife. 

396 c. T. 

The wicked wighte bevvailes the sight 
Of deadly naked dart; 
To blessed plight it bringes delight 
Who gently yeeldes his hart. 



THE God that framde the fixed pole 
And lamps of gleaming light, 

The azure skies and twinkling starres, 
To yeeld this pleasant sight; 

In wisdom e pight this peerelesse plot, 

A rare surpassing frame; 
And so with braue and sweet delights 

Haue fraught and dect the same; 
That euery creature keepes his course, 

His compasse and his place, 
And with delightfull ioye doth runne 

His pointed time and place. 
In one consent they friendly ioyne, 

From which they cannot fall, 
As if the Lord had first ordained 

One soule to guide them all. 

In euery part there doth remaine 
Such loue and free consent ; 

That euery frame doth kisse his lot, 
And cries, " I am content." 



WEL were it with mankinde, if what the most 
Did like were best; but ignorance will Hue 
By others square, as by example lost : 
And man to man must th hand of feruour giue, 
That none can fall alone at their owne cost ; 
And al because men iudge not, but beleeue. 

For what poore bounds haue they whom but the 

earth . 

What is their end whereto their care attaines, 
When the thing got reliues not, but confounds, 
Hauing but trauell to succeed their paines ? 
What ioy hath he of liuing, that propounds 
Aflliction but his end, and griefe his gaines ? 

Gath ring, incroching, wresting, ioyning to, 
Destroying, building, decking, furnishing, 
Hepayring, altring, and so much adoe, 
To his soule s toile and bodie s trauelling: 
And all this dooth he, little knowing who 
Fortune ordainea to haue th inheriting. 

And his fa ire house, rais d hie in enuie s eie, 
Whose pillars rear d, perhaps, on bloud and 

u rong, 

The spoyles and pillage of iniquitic, 
Who can assure it to continue long ? 
If rage spar d not the walles of pietie, 
Shall the profanest piles of sinne keepe strong? 


] | 

How many prowd aspiring pallaces 

Haue we knowne made the prey of wrath and 

LeuelFd with the earth, left to forgetfulnes, 
i Whilst titlers their pretended rights deride, 
, Or ciuil tumults, or an orderlesse 
j Order, pretending change of some strong side! 

Then where is that provvde title of thy name, 
Written in yce of melting vanitie? 
Where is thine heire left to possesse the same ? 
Perhaps not so well as in beggarie : 
Something may rise to he beyond the shame 
Of vile and vnreguardcd pouerty. 


ALAS ! poore fame, in what a narrow roome 
As an incaged parrot, art thou pent 
Here amongst vs, where euen as good be dunibe 
As speake, and to be heard with no attent ? 
How can you promise of the time to come, 
When as the present are so negligent ? 

Is this the walke of all your wide renowne, 
This little point, this scarce discerned ile, 
Thrust from the world, with whome our speech 


Alade neuer any traffic of our stile ? 
And is this all, where all this care is sowne, 
T inchant your fame to last so long a while ? 
And for that happier tongues haue wonne so much, 
Thinke you to make your barbarous language 

such ? 

Poore narrow limites for so mighty paines, 
That cannot promise any forraine vent ! 


And yet if here to all your wondrous vaines 
Were generally known, it might content: 
But loe, how many reades not or disdaines 
The labours of the chief and excellent! 


K. I). 


"An Exhortation to England to ioine for defense 
true religion and their native countrie." 

AWAKK, each English wight, 

Both hi i;h and low, awake ; 
Feare not the froward boasting bragges 

That forraine foes do make; 

Conspiring your distresse 

For sticking to the troth, 
And for refourming the abuse 

Of such as lined in sloth. 

15 ut way the rightful 1 grounde 
And state wherein you stand, 

And mark the accursed cruell cause 
That they doe take in hand. 

You doe your sacred faith 
And countrie s soyle defend : 

T abolish faith and conquer you 
They surely doe intend. 

Kach cause of yours may cause 
Your hart great comfort take ; 

Kach cause of theirs may Justly cause 
Their coward heart to quake. 



SHALL clammy clay shrowd such a gallant gloze? 

Must beauty braue be shrined in dankish earth ? 

Shall crawling wormes devoure such liuely showes 

of yong delights, 

When valyant corps shall yeeld the latter breath? 
Shall pleasures vade ? must puffing pride decay ? 
Shall flesh consume? must thought resigne to 

Shall haughty hart haue hire to his desart ? 

Must deep desire die drenchd in direfull dread? 
Shall deeds lewd dun in fine reap bitter smart ? 
Must each one vade, when life shall leave us dead? 
Shall lands remayne? must wealth be left be- 

hindc ? 
Is sence depriv d, when flesh in earth is slirinde? 

Seeke then to shun the snares of vayne delight, 
Which moves the mind in youth from vertue s 


Leave of the vaunt of pride and manly might, 
Sith all must yeeld when death the flesh shall 

gore ; 

And way these wordes : as soone for to be sold 
To market cums the yonge sheepe as the olde. 

No trust in time : our dayes uncertayne bee; 
Like as the flower bedect with splendant hue, 


\\ hose Julian t show soon dride with heat wee see 
Of scorching beames, though late itbrauelygrew: 
We all must yeeld ; the hest shall not denye; 
Unsure is death; yet certayn wee shall dye. 

Although a while we vaunt in youthful yeares, 

In yonge delightes wee seeme to live at rest; 
\Ve subiect bee to griefe ; echo horror feares 
The valiaunst harts, when death dotli daunt the 


Then use thy talent here unto thee lent, 
That thou mayst well account how it is spent. 



. . CHARITIE is the only staffc and stay 
i To all estates; for where she stoutly stands, 
] She sets all free, and breaketh bondage-bands : 

i Forgiues great sinnes, and suffers many a wrong ; 
i She giues a badge that euery Christian weares; 

And in all worlds hir liurey lasteth long : 

It garded is all round about with teares, 
| And she hirselfe a branch of oliue beares, 

In signe of peace, and niercie niixt with grace, 

That pitie takes of curie rutull case. 

This charitie giues as much as men may crane, 
And soone forgets the bounties she bestowes ; 
Takes great delight the life of man to sane 
By vertue of good turnes that from hir floes, 
Whose sent is like the white and sweet red rose : 
For all hir giftes and graces beares such flovvres, 
That makes poor men to laugh when fortune lowres, 
On charitie the hungrie dailie feeds, 
As lambes and sheepe in fruitfull pastures line: 
She giues few words where she bcstoes good deeds; 
The more we neede, the sooner will she giue : 
As corn from chaffe is sifted through the sine, 
So shee tries out from dust and drosse the gold, 
As wisdome doth the woorth of men vnfold. 

This charitie is first that fauour fmdes, 

And shall be last, that wins our world s good-will, 


Begot by grace, and nurst in noble inincles. 
That stales and stands vpon tlieir honor still : 
Tis seen far otV, as torch is on an hill ; 
Felt near at hand, and found out by the light 
Which in darke daies doth glad ech good man s 

When fortune s wrath hath wounded many a wight, 
^lic brings a boxu of balm to heal ech sore, 
That makes sad mind and beanie hart so light, 
It neuer thinks on wretched chance no more. 
If charitie like victor goes before, 
( ome after hir, proud world, with all thy braues ! 
Like contjueror she triumphs on hir ^aucs. 


To bed I goe from you 
God knowes when I shall rise ; 
Night s darknes bids the day adue, 
Till morning glads the skies. 

The bed presents the graue : 
In shrowding sheetes we lie ; 
The flattring boulder that we haue 
Is stuft to please the eye. 

The blankets are greene grasse, 
That growes when we are gone ; 
The pillowcs with sun-beames do passe 
For pilgrimes to looke on. 

jui 2 


The couerlet is care, 
That clothes vs whilst we Hue ; 
The bed-staues gentill scourges are, 
That doth vs warnings giue. 

The bedstocke and the tycke, 
And all belongs to bed, 
Is but vaine pleasures that we like 
To please a wanton head. 

Sleepe is of death the shape, 
To shewe man s substance small: 
As earth doth for the body gape, 
So death will haue vs all. 

Then liue as thou shouldst die, 
When God shall please to stricke : 
The graue whereon our bodies lie, 
And bed, are both alike. 

But sure, when sences sleepe 

From labour, toyle, and paine, 

The soule for feare doe wayle and weepe, 

Till man awake againe. 

Death waites so hard at hand, 
When soundest sleepe we haue, 
That all our state doth doubtfull stand 
Till body be in graue. 

Man shortens his own dayes, 
And so doth weare and wast 
By wilful stepes and wicked wayes, 
That cuts of life in hast. 

Sleepe is a step to death, 
And time that weares full fast; 
Life waites no longer on the breath 
Then bloud and health doth last. 


When candell waxeth dimme, 
Or neere the socket clrawes, 
Man s proudly glistring glory trinime 
Declines by kindly cause. 
Then aged syres, like me, 
Small tarrying haue you he ere ; 
When faulters shall examined be, 
They buy their folly deere. 

In bed that brings no rest 
Those strange clients we find, 
When roling vj> and downe the brest, 
Sad thoughts bodes heauy mind. 

The bed breedes dreames and toys, 
That idell fancie brings ; 
More vaine than rash are earthly ioyes, 
That hinders heauenly things. 

The soundest sleepe of all 

In Abrahame s bosoine is: 

1 1 cere ioy is inixt with bitter gall, 

And there gall tunics to blisse. 

To bed goe in these bounds, 

As babes in cloutes are layd, 

To rise with Christ when trumpet sounds, 

Who hath our ransome paid. 



i SENCE thou has not, O Lord, left me to lye 
A scorn to foes in my o rwhelmed right, 

But hast exalted up my head on live, 
Of thee my songe shal be, and of thy might. 

i When I cryd for thy all-relevinge ayde, 

Thou didst restore to ioye my sade distresse : 
, When at the grave my soule for entrance stayd, 
I From grave thou didst returne my heavinesse. 

| O singe, therefore, due praises to the Lord; 
| You blessed saints, do you his praises singe : 

Do you the holynesse with thankes record, 
! Which doth belong to this our heavenly Kinge. 

i For he no long tyme doth his ire prolon^e, 
His frowninge wrath within a while is dead, 
When then, as if he d done me wretch a wronge, 
In s smilinge brow glad life is pictured. 

This did my whyninge life endure awhile, 

Whilst th earth was buried with an evening s 

shade ; 

But when the morning s light began to smile, 
My ioy did come, and all my woe did fade. 

And when things flowed to my full content, 
And blind prosperitye on me attended, 
Now shall these ioyes, quoth I, which God hath sent, 
Now shall these lastinge ioyes be never ended. 


For tliou, deere Lord, ev n tlioti of tender love, 
And of tliat goodnesse wliich dotli dwell in thee, 
As with a mountaine which can never move, 
Stand fast about the moovinge state of nice. 

Therewith he turned his milder face aside, 
And all with turned thoughts besteed was I ; 
And every thought a world of woes implyed, 
Which strayned forth from me this dolefull erye : 

All, Lord ! if to the ground downc sunck I were, 
What price is in my hloud to proH ctt thee . 
If thou di-robe me of th earthe s tyre I weare, 
(. an thy great praises then be songue by mee / 

() can the mute and the untounged dust, 
Which in th eternall house of death doth dwell, 
C oiiMini d with wormes and ever-eatinge rust, 
() can the dust of thy great gloryes tell . 

() licare me then, () Lord ! O Lord, me heare, 
And send some mercyes, Lord, some mercyes send ; 
() let thy saving health betymes appeare, 
And give my woes unto an happy end. 

But thou has turnd about my muminge songe ; 
New tuns of ioye have drowned up my sadness, 
And for the sacke which shrouded me so longe, 
Thou hast clothed my soule with never- weering 




From " The Lamentation of the Lost Sheepe." 

OH why should man, that bears the stamp of 


So much abase heauen s holy will and pleasure ? 
Or why was sence and reason to him giuen, 
That in his sinne cannot containe a measure, 
But still neglects his soule s celestiall treasure ? 
He knowes he must account for euery sinne, 
And yet committeth sins that countless bin. 

This to peruse, deare God, doth kill my soule, 
But that thy mercie quickeneth it againe : 
Oh heare me, Lorde, in bitternesse of dole, 
That of my sinnes do prostrate heere complaine, 
And for the same poure forth my teares amaine, 
And at thy feete with Marie knock for grace, 
Though wanting Marie s teares to wet my face. 

She, happy sinner, saw her life misse-led, 
At sight whereof her inward heart did bleede; 
To witnesse with her outward teares were shed : 
Oh blessed saint, and oh most blessed deed ! 
For on the teares of sinners angels feede. 

But wretched I, that see more teares than shee, 
Nor grieue within, nor yet weepe outwardly. 

When she had lost thy presence but one day, 
The want was such her hart could not sustaine ; 
But to thy tombe alone she tooke her waie, 


And there with mournful! sillies she did complain e, 
And down her face teares trickled like the raine. 
Nor from her sencc once stird or moued was she, 
Vntill againe she got a sight of thee. 

But I haue lost thy presence all my daies, 
And still am slacke to seeke thee as I should; 
My wretched soule in wicked sinne so staves, 
I am vnmeet to seeke thee, though I would ; 
I haue so strayed from thee in hy-waies. 

Yet if I could with teares thy comming tend, 
I know I should, as she, fiiule thee my friend. 

No, no ! the secret Searcher of all harts 
Both sees and knowesthe deeds that I haue done ; 
And for each deed will pay me home with smarts : 
No shew can shaddow what I haue misdone, 
No place can serue his will decreed to shunne. 
I should deceiue myselfe to think that he 
For sinne would punish others, and not me. 

Our first-borne sire, first hreeder of man s thrall, 
For one hare sinne was of perfection reft ; 
And all mankinds was hanisht hy his fall 
From paradice, and vnto sorrowe left, 
And former comfort was from him bereft. 
If he for one, and all for him feele paine, 
Then for so many what shall I sustaine ? 

The angels, made to attend on (iod in glory, 
Wen? thrust from heauen, and onely for one sinne, 
That but in thought, (for so records the story,) 
For which they still in lasting darkenesse bin, 
And cannot sunne s bright shining comfort win. 
If these once glorious thus tormented be, 
I, poor lost sheepe, what will become of me ? 

What will become of me, that not in thought, 
In thought alone, but in each word and deede 

410 G. ELLIS. 

A thousand thousand deadly sinnes liaue wrought, 
And still do vvorke, whereat my hart doth bleed, 
Being by sinne out of the right way led ? 

Which makes me thus bewailc, lament, and 

grieue ; 

For grief e and sorrow must my cares relieue. 
* # # # # 

From the green pastures, mounts, and m cades, 
And from the cristall current of heaiu-n s ioies, 
The vvoolfe hath cast me, and foule errour leades 
My soone seduced steps to such annoies, 
That where I feed my staruing food destroies. 

Seeke me, deere Shepherd ; else I shall be lost, 
From blessed vales to thornes and thistles tost. 

Oh seeke me, Christ, as once thy mercie sought 
Downe-falling Dauid from thy mountaine s lawes ; 
Oh seeke thine own, thine own whom thou hast 


And keepe me from the draggon s open iawes, 
Where sinne betraies for euerie slender cause. 
For from the treasure of thy sacred side 
Thou paidst the ransome of accursed pride. 

With shame-sick Adam haue I hid my head, 
Vnparadiz d from my angell-like state, 
And from the presence of thy Father fled, 
My soule sepultur d in my bodie s hate. 
My heape of sinnes hath bard that blessed gate 
Was op ned wide by that deep sluce was made 
Within that wound, where mercie s balm was laid. 

Paine-pearced Shepheard, master of that fold, 
Old Israeli brought into thy spatious field; 
For which thy selfe thy glorious selfe hath sold, 
Making a dearth such store of manna yeeld, 
With which the parcht and desai t plaines were fild ; 


That where thy lambs from sweet repast ueie 

They banket witli celestial! food from heauen. 

Thou drunkest freting vincirar with gall, 
To make their bitter waters hunny-sweete ; 
That spunky moysture, that in deadly thrall 
For thy pale lips the somies of men thought meete: 
From such a holy Shepheard who would fleete ? 
None hut myself*-, who, hailing lost my marke, 
\\ ander alone in shame s despised darke. 

Behold my feete intangled in the brycrs, 
And (Minions brambles teare my fleece away : 
To loose them, Lord, my gasping soule desires, 
Least to the rauens I become a praie : 
Such fruit they reape that runne so farre astraie. 
Then on thy shoulders take me to thy folde, 
The sheep whom thou hast bought, and Sathan 

Fine tallents didst thou paie, whereon was fram d 
The seale of death, imprest with crimson blond ; 
Two in thy hands, two in thy feete remainde, 
One in thy side. These bought that heauenly food, 
That feeds the soule with his eternall good. 

Oh bring UK; then, sweet Christ, where I may 

On that for which I sigh, and thou didst bleed! 



Miserere mei, Deus. 

HAVE mercy, good God, on me, 
In greatnesse of thy grace : 

O let thy mercies manifolde 
My many faults deface. 

Foule, filthy, loathsome, vgly sinne 

Hath so defiled me : 
With streames of pity wash me cleane, 

Els clean e I cannot be. 

Too well my foule uncleansed crimes 

Remembrance do renew ; 
Too plaine in anguish of my heart 

They stand before my view. 

To thee alone, O Lord, to thee, 

These euils I haue done, 
And in thy presence : woe is me 

That ere they were begun ! 

But since thou pardon promisest, 

Where heart s true ruth is showen ; 
Sheu now thy mercies vnto me, 

To make thy iustice knowen : 
That such as do infringe thy grace, 

Be made asham d and shent ; 
As rife thy mercies to beholde, 

As sinners to repent. 

PSAI.M LI. 413 

With fauour view my foule defects : 

In crimes I did beginne ; 
My nature bad ; my mother fraile ; 

t onceiu d I was in sinne. 

But since thyself aflectest trueth, 

And trueth itselfe is tliee, 
I truely hope to liaue thy grace, 

From sinne to set me free : 

Since to the faithfull thou before 

The secret science gaue, 
Whereby to know what thou wouldst spend 

The sinfull world to saue ; 
Whose heauenly hysope, sacred drops, 

Shall me besprinckle so, 
That it my sinne-defiled soule 

Shall wash more white than sno. 
O when mine cares receiue the sound 

Of such my soule s release, 
How do sinne-laden limmes reioyce 

At heart s true ioye s encrease ! 
From my misdeeds retire thy sight; 

View not so foule a staine ; 
First wipe away my spots impure, 

Then turn thy face againe. 
A cleane and vndefiled heart, 

() God, create in me ; 
Let in me, Lord, of righteousnesse 

A spirit infused be. 
From that most glorious face of thine 

( ) cast me not away ; 
Thy Holy Ghost vouchsafe, O God, 

With me that it may stay. 
The ioy of thy saluation, Lord, 

Restore to ince againe ; 


And with the spirit of graces cheefe 

Confirme it to remaine : 
That when at thy most gracious hand 

My sutes receiued be, 
The impious I may instruct, 

How they may turn to thee. 
For when, O Lord, I am releast 

From vengeance and from hloud, 
Flow ioyfull I shall speake of thee, 

So gracious and so good ! 
The Lord wilt giue me leaue to speak, 

And 1 thy praise will shew; 
For so thy graces do require, 

Thou doest on me bestow. 
If thou sinne-oflrings hast desired, 

As wonted were to be, 
How gladly those for all my illes 

I would haue yeelded thee! 
But thou accepts in sacrifice 

A sorrowing soul for sinne ; 
Despising not the heart contrite, 

And humble minde within. 

Deale graciously, O louing Lord, 

In tliy free bounty will, 
With Zion, thy deare spouse on earth. 

And fortifie it still : 

That so thou mayest thence receiue 

That soueraigne bacrificc 
From altar of all faithful hearts, 

Deuoutly where it lies. 
To thee, O Father, glorv be, 

And glory to the Sunne, 
And glory to the Holy Ghost 

Eternally be done. 




THK retchlesse race of youth s inconstant course, 
Which weeping aue with sorrowing teares behoulds; 
Their wretched will, their wofull sorrows source; 
Their wanton wits their errors manifoldes. 
Hath reanl my muse, whose springs wan can; had 

To warne them (lie the dangers I haue tried. 

From cradle s rock when childish I had crept, 
And, May-like young, of pleasure gan to taste, 
Seeing my fatal 1 course, my reason wcpte : 
TOVCHWITC my triumphes,will my woorth did waste, 
And in the seas of pleasure whilst I sayld, 
Small were my fruites, and yet my youth was 

And now Van man-like vigor fill mvne arme ; 
My harte was warmde with courage fit for lone : 
Like wanton bird, exempt from fowler s charme, 
I soard aloft ; but looking from aboue, 
I saw on earth a fowler heauenly fain;, 
That made hir nets the trammels of hir haire. 

Then, loe ! my pompous plannes were layd apart ; 
Hir eyes were loadstars in this worldlie way ; 
My thoughts hir thraule, her prisoner was my heart: 
Hut for my paines what payment but delay . 
A lingring life I liudc, to sorrow soulde, 
A foe to \vit, through follies waxing oulde. 



When chillie age had seasure of this earth, 
I felt a wound of sorrow in my brest ; 
I saw how Judgement quite was spoiled by death ; 
How vertue s seedes by errors was supprest. 
I cast the count, and see what I haue gotten : 
Time lost ; wits wast ; and limmes with surfets 

Now see I well that trauell is mispent, 
Except in vertue it be well imployed : 
What I in loue, had I in learning spent, 
Oh what a ioy had wearie age enioyed ! 
Had I forseene the wastfull course of time, 
I then had made my haruest in my prime. 

But now, when feeble footsteps are allied 
Vnto the graue, this sinfull bodie s hould ; 
I cannot practise, though I haue espyed 
The way of worth, the grace exceeding gould. 
What only rests sweete young men that shall follow, 
I know the sourse, and now will teach the shallow. 

Preuent the time, the dayes are full of danger ; 
Whilst youthfull vigor yeelds you furtherance, 
Make reason guide ; let follie be a straunger ; 
Vertue is perfected by art and vsance : 
Enritch your mindes with skill; for why ? they must 
Remaine eterne, when boddie is but dust. 

Let not your eyes infeebled he by sinne; 

Cut short presumption, for it will aspire ; 

Who takes aduice, amendment dooth begin : 

Subdue your wils, and maister your desire. 

A modest coat, chaste thoughts, and studious artes, 

Adorne the boddie, minde, and inward partes. 




KEMKMHKK, Lonlc, what hatli betyde 

To vs ; beholde and see 
Our opprobryes, and what they are. 

And eeke are lyke to be. 

Our heritaunce is cut of quyte, 
And turnde to folko prophaine : 

Our houses by the aliauntes, 
Tin; barberouse, is tayne. 

Our mothers, sillie as they be, 

Like wydowes sytt alone : 
Orphanes are we, pore orphanes we, 

And father haue we none. 

\\ e boughte the water wliiche we druncke ; 

For wood our coyne we payde ; 
Our neckes were hamperde vnder yoke. 

Restlesse, fainte, and ill stayde. 

To Kjripte and Assiria 

Our hande of league we lente ; 

That we nii^lit haue a snial of bread. 
Our carcas to contente. 

Our parentes, they transgreste thy law. 

And now they are no more; 
And we their burthynouse oflence 

And masse of trespasse bore. 

[tl.lZ. POJT8.J -J7 


Slaues ruled vs, and none woulde ryd 
Vs from their handes and gyues : 

We earnde our bread with extreme toyle, 
And hasarde of our Hues. 

Because of wastefull sworde, that from 

The deserte did issue, 
Our skinne is blacke through pauling pyne, 

And like to soote in hue. 

The wedded wyfes in Tsion tovvne 

Were wickedlie defeilde; 
And Juda s virgins were defiourde, 

All chastitie exilde. 

The princes and the potentates 

Are hanged by the handes ; 
No man in feare or reuerence 

Of elder s vysage standes. 

Our yonge men, lyke to vylaine thrawles, 

In drudgerie did grinde ; 
Our children, babes infortunate, 

To gallowes were assignde. 

The elders rauishte from the gates, 
The yonge men from their songes ; 

Our ioyful harte is gone, our daunce 
Is whyninge at our wronges. 

Our glittringe crowne, our temple braue, 

The Lorde did quyte fordoe : 
W f oe, euer woe ! and out, alas ! 

That we haue sinned so. 

Our hearte with sadnesse is surchargde, 

Our eyes can see no whit ; 
Because Mounte Tzion is forsakte, 

And foxes run on it. 


But tliuu, () Lorde, for etier standes ; 

Aye durin^e is tliy throne : 
\V liy doste thou stil forsake vs, Lorde, 

Still leauinge vs alone / 

Turne, O Lorde, turne thee vnto vs, 

That we inayc turne to thee ; 
And may our dayes, as at the firste, 

From sinne and mischiefes free. 

But thou haste clearely caste vs of, 

And inells with vs no more : 
Thou arte, no douhte, Lorde, throughlie chatte, 

And angerde verye sore. 





ALL English hearts, rejoyce and sing, 

That feares the Lord, and loues our Queene ; 
Yeeld thanks to God our heauenly King, 

Who hythcrto hir guide hath been. 
With faithfull hartes, O God ! we raue, 
Long life on earth her grace may haue ! 
We laud and prayse 
His name alhvayes, 
Who doth our Queene defend ; 
And still we pray 
God night and day, 
To keep her to the end. 
Thou, Fame, flye out, 
Send all about, 

How that with hart and voice, 
In spite of those 
That bee her foes, 
This day we doe rejoyce. 

As Dauid may, her grace may say 

If open foes an oath had sworne, 
To seeke her life with bloodie knife, 

It might the better haue been borne : 
But those to whom she bare good will, 
With spite did seeke her blood to spill. 
We laude and prayse, etc. 


A Judith just slice still hath beene ; 

A louin^ prince to subjects all ; 
She is our good and gracious queene: 

Lord, bless her that slice neuer fall 
In any danger of hir foes; 
But safely keepe her, Lord, from those. 
We laude and prayse, etc. 

Confound them all that wickedlie 

Pretend her hurt in any part ; 
() Lord, make known their villanie, 

That they may haue their due desart : 
That all the worlde may knowe and see 
That thou dost hate their treacherie. 

We laude and prayse, etc. 
Devide, O Lorde ! and make a spoyle 

Of them and all they have possesst ; 
As thou hast giuen some the foyle, 

Like guerdon graunt to all the rest, 
That wish or will to worke her woe 
Thy anger, Lorde, upon them shoe. 
\V e laude and prayse, etc. 

If on our side God had not beene, 

When traitours sought much blood to spill, 
Tliis day of joy we had not scene, 

But had been subject to their will. 
But God doth aye all those defend, 
That on him doe only depend. 

We laude and prayse, etc. 
Let belles ring out ; let joy abounde ; 

Let earth and ayre bee fild with noyse ; 
Let drommes strike vp, let trumpets sound, 

Let musickc sweete shew fourth our joys : 
And let vs all with one accord, 
To see this day, joy in the Lord. 

We laude and prayse, etc. 



THE meeke and gentle pledge of mortall peace, 
Christ Jesus had receiued the Paschall Lam be ; 
His holy trayne, vnto their ioyes encrease, 
Had reapt the fruites, and tasted of the same : 
The grace was sayd, the night approached on, 
The fatall night, the night of care and moane: 

When as kind Christ with his disciples went 
Vnto the farme-house of Gethsemane ; 
And feeling heapes of sorrow and lament 
Afflict his heart like to the troubled sea, 

Forth wends he with three followers for to pray ; 

The rest he wild them there awhile to stay. 

Along he walkes, and still his woe encreaseth, 

Whiles Peter weepes to see his Master sory ; 

Yet matchlesse Christ his sorrow nere surceaseth ; 

So feruent griefe engirts the King of Glory : 
The sonnes of Zebede with teares bewaile him, 
Yet more and more his moanes doe still assaile 

Oh rouerent browes with agony perplexed, 

Loe bloud and gastly sweate together mixed ; 

The heart with horrour, care, and griefe is vexed ; 

The flesh is frayle, the eyes with feare is fixed : 
() rent my soule in thought of his distresse, 
Who dain d these griefes thy dangers to redresse. 


But wiien lie felt no measure of his inoanc, 

" My soule," saith he, " is lieauy vnto death ; 

Then stay my friends, for I will walk alone; 

Hut watch and pray, whiles you inioy your hreath." 
So foorth he went, and flat vpon his face 
With |)ittious plaints implor d his Father s 

And thus lie prayed : " () Father, God of light, 
If it may be, let this vnseasoned cup 
Of sorrow passe, that doth my soule affright : 
For why . in griefe my heart is swallowed vp : 
Yet not my will, but euen thy will be done, 
Through whom by me this worke was first 

Long lay he feeding on his wofull languish, 
And in hi* cryes redoubled oft the same : 
At last, forgetting of his baleful anguish, 
He rose, and straight to his disciples came ; 

Who, through their cares and pittious teares 
there wept, 

Without suspect of harmes securely slept. 

Hut he, the carefull Shepheard of his flocke, 
Seeing the day of daungers neere at hand, 
The foe of man prepar d his sheep to yoake, 
With tender care their mischiefs did withstand : 
And waking them, he sayd vpon that stowre : 
41 What ! can you not keep watch with me one 
houre . 

O watch and pray ; temptations are too nye ; 
The spirit willes, and yet tin? flesh saies, nay." 
With that the teares of pitty foorth did five : 
O words and tears which mercy did bewrav ! 
And now the second charge approacheth on, 
And, pensiue, Christ alone to pray is gone. 


As sturdy trees with murmuring noyse lament 
Thenortherne wiudes outragious blasts that s gone: 
As tlovvers doe waile when sommer daies are spent, 
To see theyr pride by nipping frostes vndone ; 

As day doth lovvre, depriu d of sunne s delight. 

And night complaines, when moone reflects no 

light ; 

As he laments who neuer hopes for grace ; 
As lookes the man that loathes his eyes haue sight; 
As sighes the wofulsts braunch of mortall race, 
Compare their paines, their hope, their small de 
light ; 

Yea, thinke more woes than we haue wayes to 

And thinke by them what cares did Jesus sting. 
His browes, the tables where our peace is written, 
With purple blond and amber svveate were stain d ; 
His heauy lookes disclosed the heart was bitten ; 
His weeping eyes his vvofull state com plain d ; 

His folded armes, his reuerent knees that bended, 

His hydious harmesand endlcsse care intended. 
Here stands dispaire, that shold haue swallowed 


And threatneth him with death for our offences ; 
Sinne with recountlesse shapes afllictes him, than 
Hell shewes the horrour, Sathan his pretences : 

Meanwhile our Lord, that neuer thought on ill, 

Endurde those threatening plagues to saue vs still. 
O were each thought transformed to a pen ; 
And euery pen of power to write an age ; 
And euery age could take his forme agen ; 
And euery forme did serue but for a page ; 

All would not serue then sigh, and say thou 

Quid relribuam Domino pro omnibus beneficiis ? 


The hostes of heauen were moued with his nioanc, 
Whilst he with teares his Father s grace implores; 
And euery period was a bitter groane 
Euen thus the Sonne of God his Lord adores : 
Father, it thou wilt now remooue from me 
This cup : if not, thy will fulfilled be." 

Heerewith tli imperiull gates of heauen began 
To open wide, and from the brightsome throane 
Of Him who ruled the world, and fashion d man, 
An angell bright with waning wings is gone, 
And there alights, where as the God of light 
Lay quite dismayed, and rob d of all delight. 

As seamen smiles when after stormy blasts 
The radiant sunne commaunds the warring windes, 
And trimmes his tackles, and repayres his masts, 
And mends each leake that he by searching fmdes; 
So fares distressed Christ, when he did view 
The lip of heauen, his onely sorrow s dew. 

lie gathered his distempered sprites in one, 
\\ hilst that the angels whispered in his eare 
His Father s will: then lifts he vp anonn 
His reuerend head, and gan his eyes to clcare ; 
And foorth he walkes, and at the becke againe 
The angell parts, and hasteth thence amaine. 

Arriucd there where his disciples lay, 
He found them sleeping through their cares fore- 
And thus bespake : " Why sleep you . rise and 


For why . temptations doe approach vs fast." 
His pensiue traine were whist, and could not 

How to excuse the slouth in them did dwell. 


Againe from them vnto his prayer lie goes, 
Loosing the fountain es of his eyes at large ; 
His restles limbes vpon the earth he throwes, 
And thus with sighes his prayers he doth dis 
charge : 
" O Father, looke, looke, Father, on my 


That thou hast lent thy pensiue Sonne to 
keep : 

O loue them, Lord ; for why? the world disdain es 

them ; 

And why ? because they are not worldly-minded : 
Th hard-hearted wolucs hereafter oft will ])aine 

them ; 
Oh helpe their wants ; Lord, let them not he 

Winded : 

For them I weep, for them I shed my teares ; 
Father, regard my suite with open eares. 

Let them whose sinnes exceede the sandy seas, 
Whose hope is drown d, whose heart is stain d 

with feares, 

Euen by my death thy bitter wrath appease ; 
Father, for them I shed these brinish teares 
O let my weeping wound thine eares diuine, 
And mooue compassion for these flockes of 

II cere ceast his teares and prayers: for why? the 

ho ure 

Of griefe and death approached neere at hand ; 
So forth he hastes vpon that helpless stoure, 
And found his followers sleeping on the land : 
"Sleep hardly," saith he, "take your ease at 

The houro is come of sorrow and of ill. 


The Sonne of man already is betrayed 
To sinners hands : arise, and let vs goe." 
With that, with hearts appal d and quite dismayed, 
They all arose to tend the houre of woe ; 

Whilst traiterous .Judas with his traine appeares, 
Armed with staues, with clubs, and warlike 


The cursed out-cast of the twelue betray d 
His heauenly .Master by a eur>ed kisse : 
His foes to touch his person wen; afl raide 
Short tale to tell, our Lord supprised is, 

And bound with bonds, unto the place is led, 
Where all the high priests dwelt vpon that sted. 


MY thirsty soule desires her drought 

At heauenly fountaines to refresh ; 
My prysoned mindc would fayne be out 

Of chaynes and fetters of the flesh. 
She looketh vp vnto the state 

From whence she downe by sin did slide ; 
She mournes the more the good she lost, 

For present euill she doth abide. 

She longs from rough and dangerous seas 
To harbour in the hauen of blisse ; 

Where safely anchor at her ease, 
And store of sweet contentment is. 

From banishment she more and more 
Desires to see her countrey deare ; 

She sits and sends her sighes before 
Her ioves and treasures all be there. 


From Babilon she would returne 

Vnto her home and towne of peace, 
lerusalem, where ioyes abound, 

Continue still, and neuer cease. 
There blustering winter neuer blowes, 

Nor sommer s parching heate doth harme; 
It neuer freezeth there, nor snowes ; 

The weather s euer temperate vvarme. 

The trees doe blossome, bud, and beare ; 

The birds doe euer chirpe and sing ; 
The fruit is mellow all the yeare : 

They haue an euerlasting spring. 

The pleasant gardens euer keep 

Their hearbes and flowers fresh and greene; 
All sorts of dainty plants and fruites 

At all times there are to be scene. 

The riuer, wine most perfect flowes, 
More pleasant than the hormycombe ; 

Vpon whose bankes the sugar growes, 
Enclosed in reedes of sinamon. 

Her walles of jasper stones be built, 
Most rich and fayre that euer was ; 

Her streetes and houses pau d and gilt 

With gold more cleare then christall glasse. 

Her gates in equall distance be, 
And each a glistering margarite, 

Which commers in farre oft may see 
A gladsome and a glorious sight. 

Her sunne doth neuer clipse nor cloudc ; 

Her moone doth neuer wax nor wane : 
The Lambe with light hath her endued, 

Whose glory pen cannot explaine. 


The glorious saintes her dwellers be, 

In numbers more then men can thinke ; 

So many in a company 

As loue in likeness doth them linke. 

The starres in brightnes they surpasse ; 

In swiftnes, arrowes from a bowe ; 
In strength, in fi mines, steele or brasse ; 

In brightnes, fire; in wliitnes, snow. 

Theyr cloathing are more softe then silke, 
With girdles gilt of beaten golde ; 

They in their hands, as white as milke, 
Of palme triumphant branches holde. 

Theyr faces, shining like the sunne, 

Shoot forth their glorious gladsome beames : 
The field is fought ; the battle won ; 

Their heads be crown d with diademes. 
Reward as vertuc different is ; 

Distinct their ioyes and happines; 
But each in ioy of otlier s blisse 

Doth as his owne the same possesse. 

So each in glory doe abound, 
And all their glories doe excell : 

Hut where as all to each redound, 
Who can th exceeding glory tell . 

Triumphant warriers you may hcarc 

Recount their daungers which doe cease ; 

And noble citizens euerywhere 

Their happy gaines of ioy and peace. 

The King that heauenly pallace rules 
Doth beare vpon his golden shield 

A crosse in signe of tryumph, gules 
Erected in a ucnlant field. 

430 A X O X Y M O U 

His glory such as doth behoue 
Him in his manhood for to take, 

Whose Godhead earth and heauen aboue, 
And all that dwell therein, did make. 

Like friends, all partners are in blisse, 

With Christ their Lord and Master deare; 

Like spouses they the bridegroome kisse, 
Who feasteth them with heauenly cheare ; 

With tree of life, and manna sweete, 
Which taste doth such a pleasure bring, 

As none to iudge thereof be meete, 

But they which banquet with the King. 

With cherubins their wings they mooue, 
And mount in contemplation hye ; 

With seraphins they burne in loue, 
The beames of glory be so nygh. 

O sweet aspect ; vision of peace ; 

Happy regard and heauenly sight ; 
O endlesse ioy without surcease ; 

Perpetuall day which hath no night ! 

O well of weale ; fountaine of life ; 

A spring of euerlasting blisse ; 
Eternal sunne ; resplendant light ; 

And eminent cause of all that is! 

River of pleasure; sea of delight; 

Garden of glory euer greene ; 
O glorious glasse, and mirrour bright, 

Wherein all truth is clearly scene ! 

O princely pallace, royall court ; 

Monarchall seate ; emperiall throne ! 
Where King of kings, and Soueraigne Lord, 

For euer ruleth all alone : 


When: all the glorious saints doe see 

The secrets of the Deity ; 
The (iodhead one, in persons three, 

The super-blessed Trinity. 

The depth of \\isdoine most profound, 

All puisunt high sublimity; 
The breadth of loue without all bound, 

In endlesse long eternity. 

The heauy earth belowe by kinde 
Alone ascends the mounting fire : 

lie this the centor of my minde, 
And lofty spheare of her des>ire. 

The chafed deare doth take the foyle ; 

The tyred hare the thickes and wood : 
lie this the comfort of my toyle, 

My refuge, hope, and soueraigne good. 

The merchant cuts the seas for gaine ; 

The soldier serueth for renowne ; 
The tyllman plowes tin; ground for graine : 

lie this my ioy and lasting crowne. 

The fatilkner seekes to see a flight ; 

The hunter beates to view the game : 
Long tliou, my soule, to see this sight, 

And labour to enjoy the same. 

No one s without some one delight, 
Which he endeauours to attaine: 

Seeke thou, my soule, both day and night, 
This one, which euer shall remaine. 

This one containes all pleasures true 
All other pleasures be but vaine : 

Hid thou the rest, my soule, adue, 
And seeke this one alone to gaine. 


To count the grass vpon the ground, 
Or sandes that lye vpon the shore ; 

And when yee haue the number found. 
The ioyes heereof be many more. 

More thousand, thousand yeares they last, 
And lodge within the happy mynde ; 

And when so many yeares be past, 
Yet more and more be still behinde. 

Farre more they be than we can weene ; 

They doe our iudgment much excell : 
No ear hath heard, or eye hath scene ; 

No pen can write, no tongue can tell. 

An angel s tongue cannot recyte 
The endlesse ioy of heauenly blisse ; 

Which, being wholly infinite, 

Beyond all speach and writing is. 

We can imagine but a shade ; 

It neuer entred into thought, 
What ioyes he hath enioyed, that made 

All ioyes, and them that ioy, of nought. 

My soule cannot those ioyes contayne : 
Let her, Lord, enter into them, 

For euer with thee to remayne, 
Within thy towne, Jerusalem. 

A HEAVENLY I ll AY KH. 43 ) 



HEAUENLY God, that goucrncs cuery tiling, 
Whose power in lieauen and in the earth we know; 
Thou God, from whom the giftes of grace doe 


Attend my suites, who am opprest with woe: 
O pitty, God, sweet God, some pitty take, 
And dense my soule for Jesus Christ his sake. 

1 waile the life that I haue led before ; 

The daies ill-spent, that come into my minde, 
Incense my soule with horrour very sore, 
And threaten death vnless I fauour fmde : 
() pitty, God, sweet God, some pitty take, 
And dense my soule for .Jesus Christ his sake. 

My graceless oathes now fade before mine eyes, 
My youth ill-spent, and worne by women s guile, 
My hidden shines, my wofull soule s surprise, 
My want of grace once had; and in the while 
Cry mercy, Lord, that thou wouldst pitty take, 
And dense my soule for Jesus Christ his sake. 

() wayward world, that flatterest earthly man 
With heauenly ioyes, and bringst him down to hell, 
I loath this life : doe thou whatso thou can, 
My longing is with God my Lord to dwell, 
Who will repent, surely some pitty take, 
To dense my soule for Jesus Christ his sake. 




(For the lusse of the bodie which shee came to anoint.) 

BUT stay, my Muse, I feare my Maister*s loue ; 
The only portion that my fortune left nice, 
i Would languish in my brest, and childish prone, 
Sith warmth to cherish it was quite bereft mee, 
His words, his presence gone, which fed my 

And not the ashes left to rake the same. 

My spice and ointment shall be then prepar d, 

To pay last tribute of externall duty ; 

Though others haue thereto deuoutly card, 

And brought the best in worth, in worke, in 

beauty ; 

Yet such desire my duty doth inherit, 
That I must yield my loue my latest merit. 

My loue each quantitic too little deem d, 
Vnlesse that mine were added thereunto ; 
Best quantitie too meane, and not esteem d, 
Except with mine it somewhat haue to doe ; 
No dilligence enough for to applie, 
Vnlesse my soruice be unployed by. 

Nor doe I thus sharp censure other s deeds, 
But cause loue makes me couetous of doing : 
Though Joseph s worke no reprehension needs, 
Though to my wish his balme he was bestowing, 


Vet all he did cannot my loue suffice, 
But I must actor be to please mine eyes. 

Such is the force of true affection s loue, 

To be as eager in effects t appeare, 

As it is zealous feruently to moue 

Affections firine to what it holdeth deere : 
This loue deuout sets my poore hart on fire, 
To shew some deede of my most deepe desire. 

And to imbalme his breathlesse corps I came, 
As once afore I did annoynt his feete ; 
And to preserue the rellicks of the same, 
The only renmaunt that my blis did meete ; 
To weep afresh for him in depth of dole, 
That lately wept to him for mine owne soule. 

Hut loe, alas ! I find the graue wide ope, 
The body gone, the empty sindon left ; 
The hollow tombe I euerywhere doe grope, 
To be assurd of what I am sure bereft : 
The labour of imbalming is preuented, 
But cause of endlesse weeping is augmented. 

II ee wanting is vnto my obsequies, 

That was not wanting to my ceaselesse teares : 

I find a cause to mouc my miseries ; 

To ease my woe no wisht-for ioy appcares. 

Though thus I misse whom to annoynt I meant, 
Yet haue I found a matter to lament : 

I bailing setled all my sole desires 
On Christ my loue, who all my loue posscst; 
In whose rare goodnes my affection fires; 
Whom to enioy I other ioyes supprest ; 

Whose peerelesse worth s vnmatclit of all that 

Being had, all ioyes, and lost, all sorrowes giue. 



The life of lines, thus murthering in his death, 
Doth leaue behind him, lasting to endure, 
A generall deatli to each thing hailing breath, 
And his decease our nature hath made pure : 
Yet am poore I of ornament bereft, 
And all the world without perfection left. 

What maruell then if my hart s hot desire 
And vehement loue to such a louely Lord 
To see life s wrack with scalding sighes aspire, 
And for his bodie s losse such woe afl ord ; 
And feele like tast of sorrowe in his misse, 
As in his presence I enioyed blisse ? 

And though my teares distill d from moisted eyes 
Are rather oyle then water to my flame ; 
More apt to nourish sorrowe in such wise, 
Then to diminish or abate the same ; 

Yet, silly soule, I, plung d in depth of paine, 
Doe yield myselfe a captiue to complaine. 

Most, true it is that Peter came and John 

With me vnto the tombe, to try report ; 

They came in hast, and hastily were gone ; 

They, hauing searcht, dare make no more resort : 
And what gain d I ? two witne^se of my losse, 
Dismaiers of my hope, cause of more crosse. 

i Loue made them come, but loue was quickly 

quail d 

With such a fearc as call d them soone away : 
I, poore I, hoping, in dispaire assail d 
Without all feare, perseuering still to stay ; 
Because I thought no cause of feare was left, 
Sith whom I fear d was from my sight bereft. 

For I, poore soule, haue lost my Maister deere, 
To whom my thoughts deuoutly were combin d ; 


The totall of my loue, ray cheefest cheere, 
The height of hope, in whom ray glory shin d ; 
My finall ieare ; and therefore, him exceptecl, 
No other hope, nor loue, nor losse, respected. 

Worse feare behind was death, which I desired, 
And feared not, my soule s life being gone ; 
Without which I no other life required, 
i And in which deatli had beene delight alone : 

And thus, uli ! thus, 1 liue a dyinu: life; 

Vet neither death nor life can end ray strife. 

Vet now, methinks, tis better die then liue, 
; For haply dying I ray loue may finde ; 
Whom, while 1 liue, no hope at all can giue, 
And, he not had, to liue I haue no minde : 
Tor nothing in myself e but Christ I lou d, 
And nothing ioyes, my lesus so remou d. 

If any thing aliue to keepe me striu d, 
It is his image, cause it should not die 
With me, whose likenes loue in me contriu d, 
And treasur d vp in sweetest memory ; 

I roin which my loue by no way can depart, 
Vnlesse I rippe the center of my hart: 

Which had beene done, but that 1 fear d to burst 
The worthies trunck which my deere Lord in 
closed ; 

In which the relliques of lost ioy was trust, 
And all the remnant of ray life imposed : 

Kls griffe had chang d ray bait to bleeding teares, 
And fatal) end had past from pitteous cares. 

Vet pitteous I, in so imperfect sort, 

Doe sceme to drawe my vndesired breath, 

That true I proue this often-heard report, 

11 Loue is more strong then life-destroying death :" 


For what more could pale Death in me haue 

Then in my loue performed playne is shovvne ? 

My wits distraught, and all my sence amaz d ; 

My thoughts let lose and fled, I know not where; 

Of vnderstanding rob d, I stand agaz d, 

Not able to conceit what I doe heare : 
That in the end, finding I did not know, 
And seeing, could not well discerne the show. 

I am not where I am, but with my loue ; 

And where he is, poore soule, I cannot tell : 

Yet from his sight nothing my hart can mouc ; 

I more in him than in my life doe dwell : 

And, missing whom I looke for with sad seeking, 
Poore wo-worne woman, at the tombe stay 


("Jesus sayd vnto her, Muri/ : she turning sayd into 
him, Rabboni.") 

CH louing Lord, thou only didst defere 

My consolation to increase it more ; 

That thy delightfull presence might preferre 
j The better welcome, being wisht so sore ; 
In that thy absence little hope had left 
Vnto my hart so long of blisse bereft. 

It may be that I knew not former blisse, 
Till I a time was from the sweetnes weaned ; 
Nor what it was such treasures rich to misse, 
Which in thy presence I of late attained ; 
Vntill my pouerty had made it cleere, 
Of what inestimable rate they were. 


Hut now thou shewst me by a proofe most sweete, , 
That though 1 pay d thee with my deerest loue, 
With water of my teares to wash thy feete, 
\\"ith my best breath, which all desire could moue; 
Vet small the price was that I did bestowe, 
\\ aying the worth, which now thou let st me 

I sought thee dead, pind in a stony gaill, 
But find thee lining, and at liberty; 
Shrinde in a shroud, thy visage wan and pale, 
Left as the modell of all misery ; 

But now inuest in glorious robes I finde thee, 

And as the president of blisse 1 minde thee. 


As all this while I sought, but could not finde ; 
Wept without comfort ; cald, vnanswerd too : 
So now thy comming satisfies my minde, 
Thy tryumphes please my teares, which long did 


And all my ioyes are husht with this one word, 
k4 .Mary," cause sweetly spoken from my Lord. 

For when I heard thee call in wonted sort, 
And with thy vsuall voyce, my only name 
Issuing from that thy heauenly mouth s report, 
So strange an alteration it did frame, 
As if 1 had beene wholly made anew, 
Being only nam d by thee, whose voyce I knew : I 

Whereas before my griefe benum d me so, 
My body seem d the hearce of my dead hart ; 
My hart, soule s cotVin, kil d with care and woe; 
And my whole selfe did seeme in euery part 
A double funerall presented plaine, 
Of Thee, and of myselfe, together slaine. 
But now this one word hath my sence restored, 
Lightened my minde, and quickened my hart ; 


And in my soule a liuing spirit powred, 
Yea, with sweete comfort strengthened eucry part : 
For well this word a spirit dead may raise, 
Which only word made heauen, world, and seas. 

Mary I was, when sinne possest me whole, 
Mary I am, being now in a state of grace; 
Mary did worke the ill that damn d her soule, 
Mary did good in giuing euill place : 

And now I showe both what I was and am ; 

This word alone displaics my ioy and shame. 

For by his vertues that did speakc the same, 

An epitome of all his mercies sweete, 

A repetition of my miseries came, 

And all good haps I did together meete ; 
Which so my sences rauished with ioy, 
I soone forgot my sorrowes and annoy. 

And thus my hart a troope of ioyes did leade ; 

Mustred in rancks to mutiny they fell, 

Conspiring which might worthiest bee made ; 

With them my owne vnworthies doe rebell, 
And long in doubtfull issue they contend, 
Till view of highest blis the strife did end. 

He was my Sun, whose going downe did leaue 
A dumpish night with fearefull fancies fill d ; 
And did each starre of glistering shines bereaue, 
And all the world with misty horror hill d ; 
And euery planet raigning erst so bright 
Were chaung d to dismall signes in this darke 

Yet now the clcarenes of his lonely face, 

His word s authority which all obey, 

This foggy darknes cleane away doth chace, 

And brings a calme and bright well-tempred day ; 


And cloth depurple clouds of melancholy, 
A \vnks my scnce, and cures in ye lethargy. 

I\apt with his voyce, impatient of delay, 
Out of his mouth his talke I gredily take, 
And to this first and only word I say, 
And with one other word this answeare make : 
" Hubboni then my ioy my speech did choke, 
1 could no more proceede, nor more heare spoke. 

Loue would haue spoke, hut feare concealde the 

clause ; 

Hope framed words, but doubt their passage staies: 
When I should speake, I then stood in a pawse ; 
My sodaine ioy my inward thoughts quite slaves : 
My voyce doth tremble, and my tongue doth 

My breath doth faile, and all my sences alter. 

Lastly, in lieu of words issue my teares; 

i)eepe sighes instead of sentences are spent ; 

Their mother s want they fill with sobbes and feares, 

And from the hart half-vttered words they sent; 
Which in so passion s conflict disagree, 
To sounds perceau d they cannot sorted bee. 

So fares the hart that s sick for sodaine ioy, 
Attayning that for which it long did fire : 
For euen as feare is loue s still seruile boy, 
And hope an vsher vnto hot desire ; 

So lone is hard a firme beliefe in gaining, 
And credulous coniectures entertayning. 

And though desire be apt for to admit 
Of wisht-for comfort any smallest shade ; 
The hotter yet it burnes in hauing it, 
The more it cares to haue it perfit made ; 

And while least hope i- wanting, which is sought, 
The best assurances auanta^e nought. 



| And cuen as hope doth still the best presume, 
, limiting ioy to welcome good successe; 
j So feare suspects true blisse can hardly come, 
And calls vp sorrovve, making it seem lesse ; 
With griet e bewailing the incertainty 
Of that which should be sole felicity. 

And while as these doe mutually contend, 
Feare sometimes falleth into deepe dispaire ; 
Hope rising vp, his fiery darts doth send 
Of wrath, repining to the empty ayre ; 

Making a doubtfull skirmish dead they stand, 
Till euidence of proofe the strife haue scand. 

! For though poore I so suddainly reply d, 
I Vpon the notice of his voyce well knowne, 
Yet for because so rare a chaunce I spide, 
His person chang d, himselfe vnlookt for showne, 
The sight my thoughts into sedition drew, 
Till they were purg d from doubts by stricter view. 

And then, though speeches would haue issued faine, 
And my poore hart to his hand duty sent, 
Yet euery thought, for vtterance taking paine, 
Which first might be receau d, so hastly went, 
That I was forst, indifferent iudge to all, 
To act by signes, and let my speeches fall. 

And riming to the haunt of my delight, 
My chiefest blis, I straight fall at his feete, 
And kindly offer in my Sauiour s sight 
To bath them now with teares of ioy most sweete ; 
To sanctifie my lippes witli kissing his 
Once grieuous, but now glorious wounds of blis. 

To heare more words I listed not to stay, 
Beeing with the word itself now happy made ; 
But deem d a greater blisse for to assay 
To haue at once my wishes full apaid, 


In honouring and kissing of his feete, 

Then in the hearing of his speeche lesse swecte. 

For euen as loue in nature coueteth 

To he vnited, yea, transformed whole 

Out of itselfe into the thing it loueth; 

So what vnits loue most affecteth sole, 
And still preferreth least conjunction euer 
Before hest ioyes which distance seemes to seuer. 

To see him, therefore, doth not me suffice ; 

To heare him doth not quiet whole my mind; 

To speake with him in so familiar wise 

Is not enough my loose let soule to hind : 
No, nothing can my vehement loue appease, 
Least by his touch my wo-worne hart I please. 


(" lesus met them, saying, All hailt, etc.") 

OH how profound are all thy iudgments, Lord ! 
How dost thou take my sorrowe to thy hart! 
How doth thy eyes such bleeding drops afford, 
To see my wounded loue and grieuous smart, 

That thy refusall late requited is 

With such a grauut so free and full of hlisse ! 

Oh milde phisition, how well didst thou know 
Thy corrasiue so sharp did grieue my wound, 
Which did by ignorance, not errour, growe, 
Therefore no sooner felt, but helpe was found ; 
Thy lenitiue applidc did ease my paine, 
For though thou didst forbid, twas no restraint 1 . 

And now, to shew that thy denial! late, 
Was but a check to my vnsettled faith, 


And no rejecting of my fault with hate, 
Thou let st me wash thy feete in my teare-bath ; 
I kisse them too, the scales of our redemption, 
My loue renevv d with endless consolation. 

Thus hast thou, Lord, full finished my teares, 
Assured my hopes, contented my desires, 
Repayd my loues, extirped quite my feares, 
Perfected ioyes with all that hart requires ; 
And made the period of expiring griefes 
The preamble to euer-fresh reliefes. 

How mercifull a Father art thou, Lord, 
To poore forsaken orphans in distresse ! 
How soft a ludge, that iudegment doth afford 
With mildest grace to sinners comfortlesse ! 
How sure a friend vnto a sincere louer, 
Whose pure and faithful! loue doth alter neuer ! 

Tistrue, good Lord, thou leanest none that loue thee, 

And such as trust in thee thou lou st againe ; 

Yea, they shall find that liberall thou wilt he 

Aboue desert, and bountifull remaine 

Beyond all hope : thy gifts hestow d we see, 
Not by our merits, but by thy mercy. 

Oh Christian soule, take Mary for thy mirrhor ; 
And if thou wilt the like effects obtaine, 
Then follow her in like affection s feruour, 
And so with her like mercy shalt thou gaine : 
Lcarne, sinfull man, of this one sinfull woman, 
That sinners may find Christ which sin abandon ; 

That loue recouereth him whom sin did lose ; 
That firm beliefe recalleth that againe, 
Which fainting faith did quite forsake to chose ; 
That what nor force nor fauour can afford 1 , 

1 Qu. ohtuin ? 


Nor pollicie by mortall means bring in, 
Continued teares of constant loue can win. 

Learne thou of her for Christ no force to feare, 

And out of Christ no comfort to desire ; 

With Christ his loue all loue, though ne re so 

To oner-rule, to quencli fond fancie s fire : 

Hise early, soule, in thy goode motion s morne ; 
Sleepe not in sloth, when dilligence may per- 

Runne with repentance to thy sinfull hart, 
Which should the temple vndefil d haue been ; 
But though thy fault deserues no better part, 
, Then be the tombe for Christ to bury in ; 

For wanting life to last this heauenly broad, 
lie seem d to tlice as if lie had been dead. 

I Remoue the leads that pressc thee downe in sin ; 
, The stone of former hardnes rouleaway : 

Looke to thy souie, if Christ be lodg d therein ; 
; And if thou find that tliere he doe not stay, 

Then weepe without : in other creatures mind 

Sith, had in all, in any thou maist find him. 

Make faith thine eye, hope guide, and loue thy 

light ; 

I Seeke him, not his ; for himselfe, not his meeds ; 
It faith haue found him in a cloudy night, 
Let hope seeke for him when the day-spring 

breeds : 

If hope to see him haue thee luckly led, 
Let loue seeke further in him to be fed. 

To moue thee in a hot desire to finde, 

His goods are pretious ; and when he is found, 


To seeke him still thy good desire to binde, 
His treasures infmit doe still abound : 

Seeke him alone, he is thy soule s pure health ; 

Seeke him, he is thy hart s contented wealth ; 

Seeke him alone, and nothing els beside ; 

Though at the first not found, persist in teares ; 

Stand on the earth, suppressing sinne and pride ; 

Preuent each vice which in this world appeares : 
Eschuing it, thou maist auoid that fall, 
Which, following it, thou canst not shun at all. 

To looke thee better in the tombe, bow downe 
Thy stubborn necke to beare humility; 
And stooping from each proud and lofty frowne, 
With lowly looks obtaine sweete clemency: 

An humble soule that sincks in selfe-contempt, 
Soone winneth heauen, and hell doth best pre- 

i If he vouchsafe thee with his glorious sight, 
! Offering himselfe vnto thy inward eyes, 
Presume not of thyselfe to know his light, 
But as vnworthy still, thyselfe despise ; 
Prostrate thyselfe all lowly at his feete, 
That lie to know him right will make thee 

And being thus with dilligence prepared, 
Going with speede, standing with hopes lift hie ; 
Humbling thy hart, thy haughty will impaired, 
If thou with Alary none but Christ would see; 
Himselfe will to thy teares an answeare giue, 
And his owne words assure thee he doth line : 
That sweetly bee vnto thee being showne, 
To others thou maist runne, and make him 



IMAGINARIE .Muses, get you gone, 

And you of idea s idle companie, 
That place your paradise in Cetheron, 

And call vpon the nymphes of Thessalie ; 
Restrain e your haughtie metaphoricke lines ; 
For reuerent Truth your glory vnderniines. 

The throne of Heatien is her holy hill, 

Whence flowes the spring of sailing health ; 

Instead of hirdes, archangels sing her will ; 
The temple is her lone, and peace her wealth. 

() sacred sweete, and sweetest sacred substance, 

Vnloose the springes of Peter s poore repentance. 

And thou, () Holy Ghost, and sacred Spirit, 
Faire milke-white Doue, vnto the meekest Lambe 

The minister of heaven, the Lord of merit, 
The gladdest messenger that euer came ; 

Infuse thy grace so sweetly in mine eares, 

That 1 may truly write Saint Peter s Teares. 


Where is thy mercic, which exceeds thy power, 
Great Intercessor for the shines of man . 

The one thy arme oppresseth eueryhower; 
() let the other fall as thick as sand. 

Our sinnes abound so much, thy mercie more; 

Els shall I thinke thou wilt not me restore. 


The wicked flourish like the freshest baye, 
And they are counted for the happiest men; 

But I am laught at, who do daily pray : 

If Peter should dispaire, sweete Lord, how then! 

To see that they which neuer thinke on thee 

Spend out their dayes in chiefe prosperitie. 

But, Lord, I do forsee the end of those : 

Thou wilt be deafe when they shall call to thee ; 

I shall be heard before mine eyes do close ; 
O gracious God, that is enough for mee 

But they, when as they helpe shall most require, 

Shall dye with blindnesse of their ill desire. 

Their heauen is earth ; my earth is onely hell ; 

Their ioy is riches, mine thy sailing health : 
That which all ioy and gladnesse dooth excell, 

The bodie s treasure, and the soule s rich wealth: 
let me once possesse that ioyfull place, 

And separate me from their sinfull race. 

Here is nothing but the deadly sinnes of shame, 
That like a serpent spitteth venome foorth : 

They which comes ncare them haue the like de 
So are thy chosen held like them in worth : 

Wipe, Lord, this wicked slaundcr from thine owne, 

And hast vs quickly to thy heauenly throne. 

Then shall we looke on earthly vanities, 
And loath that we did euer Hue therein ; 

Pitty the world s accurst calamities : 

When we are chang d from that we once had 

Then shall thy scruant Peter weepe no more, 

Because of heauenly things he tastes such store. 




The vertue of God s Blessing. The vaine conceipt of world 
lings. Children are God s gift. 

EXCEPT the Lord the house doe build, 

The builders worke in vaine ; 
Except the Lord the citie keepe, 

The watchman wakes in vain. 

It s vaine for you to rise betyme ; 

To sitt vp late ; to eate 
The bread of greefes : for so he giues 

To his beloved sleepe. 

Loe, children are a heritage, 

Proceeding of the Lord ; 
And fruit descended of the wombe 

Is onely his reward. 

As arrowes strong are in the hand 

Of anie myghtie man, 
So youth well taught lyke helpfull are, 

(irownc up of yong children. 

O happie is that man, that hath 

His quiuer full of those: 
They shall not be ashamde to speake 

In gate with all their foes. 

(U.IZ. FOf.TS.] 29 




Yet not preuailing, 
In sorrow sayling, 

7\.las ! I mourne. 
Such is the spiglit 
To dimme delight 


most forlorne. 

But, God of grace, 
Graunt me solace, 
Within short space, 

To ease my griefe, 
And send release: 
When woes increase, 
I cannot cease 

To craue reliefe. 

For if the heart 
Feclcs inward smart, 
Without desert, 

Death it desires. 
The griefe of minde, 
Which woe doth finde, 
Their life resign d, 

So some requires. 








OF all the plagues that rainc on mortall wightes, 
Yet is tliere none like to a slaunderous tongue ; 
Which brings debate, and filles eacli heart with 


And enemy is as well to old as young. 
In my conceipt they doe more hurte, I sweare, 
Then stinking toades, that loathsome are to sighte. 
For why ? Such tongues cannot conceale and 


But vtter forth that which workes most despite. 
They do more hurt then casting pooles in meade, 
Which doe turne up the blacke earth on the greene: 
Their poysoned speach doth serue in little steade ; 
They practise spite, as dayly it is scene. 
O Lorde, I pray from singlenesse of heart, 
Such slanderous tongues re forme, and eke conuert. 


A. W. 


HATRED eternall, furious reuenging, 
Mercilesse raging, bloody persecuting, 
Scandalous speeches, odious reuilings, 
Causelesse abhorring ; 

Impious scoffings by the very abiects, 
Dangerous threatening by the priests anointed, 
Death full of torment in a shamefull order, 
Christ did abide here. 

He that in glory was aboue the angels, 
Changed his glory for an earthly carkasse, 
Yeelded his glory to a sinfull outcast, 
Glory refusing. 

Me, that in bondage many sinnes retained, 
He for his goodnesse for his onely goodnesse 
Brought from hell-torments to the ioyes of heauen, 
Not to be numbred : 

Dead in offences, by his aide reuiued, 
Quickned in spirit, by the grace he yeeldeth. 
I Sound then his praises, to the world s amazement, 
Thankfully singing. 



ETKRNALL Time, that wastest without wast, 
That art, and art not diest, and liuest still ; 
Most slow of all, and yet of greatest hast ; 
Both ill and good, and neither good nor ill : 

How can I iustly praise thee or dispraise? 

Darke are thy nights, but bright and cleare thy 

Both free and scarce, thou giu stand tak st againe; 

Thy wombe, that all doth breede, is tombe to all : 

Whatso by thee hath life, by thee is slaine; 

From thee do all things rise, to thee they fall : 
Constant, inconstant ; mouing, standing still : 
Was, is, shall be, doe thee both breede and kill. 

I lose thee, while I seek to find thee out; 

The farther off, the more I follow thee ; 

The faster hold, the greater cause of doubt ; 

Was, *.v, I know ; but shall I cannot see : 

All things by thee are measured, thou by none; \ 
All are in thee, thou in thy selfe alone. 


I THOUGH late, my heart, yet turne at last, 
! And shape thy course another way ; 

Tis hetter lose thy labour past, 
i Then follow on to sure decay : 

What though thou long haue straid awry ? 
In hope of grace for mercy cry. 
Though weight of sinne doth presse thee downe, 
j And keepe thee grou ling on the ground ; 
Though blacke dispaire with angry frowne 
Thy wit and judgment quite confound; 
Though time and wit haue beene mispent, 
Yet grace is left, if thou repent. 
Weepe then, my heart, weepe still, and still ; 
I Nay, melt to floods of flowing teares ; 
j Send out such shrikes as heauen may fill, 
| And pierce thine angry Judge s eares : 
And let thy soule, that harbours sin, 
Bleed streames of blond to drowne it in. 
Then shall thine angry Judge s face 
, To cheereful lookes itselfe apply ; 
Then shall thy soule be fild with grace, 
And feare of death constraind to fly : 

Eiien so, my God ! oh, when ! how long ? 
I would, but sinne is too, too strong. 
I striue to rise, sinne keepes me downe ; 
I fly from sinne, sinne followes me : 
My will doth reach at glorie s crowne ; 
Weake is my strength, it will not be : 
See how my fainting soule doth pant ! 
O let thy strength supply my want. 




Faith shews a good man s fruits ; preserues the suule ; 
Ami zeale doth best yiitt euidence of faith. 

FAITIIK S best is triall, then it sliineth most; 

The faithfull stands, the faultie man wil flye : 

Zeale is but cold where louelesse law restraines 
j This hastie rashncs, where true faith doth flye ; 

In deepe distress true faith doth best auaile. 
When once man s faith is spotted and defamd, 
The bodie had been better neuer framd. 

\ Zeale and good courage best become a prince ; 

Faith hides no perfit triall but by time ; 
1 Shijjw rack of faith is made where conscience dyes ; 
: Friends haue no priueledge to breake their faith ; 
The iiift deserueth most is giuen in /eale. 

False fainting zeale, shadowed with good pre 

Can find a cloakc to couer each offence, 
i False faith is ouer-poizde with weakest weight, 
The ballance yeelds vnto the lightest feather ; 
An easie yeelding /eale is quickly (juaild ; 
Faith violated is most detestable; ; 
Faith once resolued treads fortune vnder foot ; 
1 The man that holds no faith shall find no trust. 
Where faith doth fearlesse dwell in bra/en tower, 
There spotlesse pleasure builds her sacred bower. 
A zealous heart is alwaies bountiful! ; 
The faith of knighthood is by vertue tryed ; 


Euery occasion quailes a hireling faith ; 

A prince s greatest fault is breach of faith ; 

The faith of pagans ought not be belieu d. 
Faith is a fortress gainst all fainting feare, 
And zeale the walles doth euermore vpreare. 

Take faith from iustice, all things runne to spoile ; 
Authoritie is strengthened best by zeale : 
Who binds himself by faith had need beware ; 
Faith to rash oathes no credit giues at all : 
The greater faith, the greater sufferance. 
Faith is the true foundation of the soule, 
And soonest doth redeeme the same from sinne. 

Zeale makes opinion stand inuincible ; 

A good man s wish is substance, faith, and fame. 

Selfe-wille doth frown when earnest zeale re- 

prooues ; 

Faith mounteth to the cloudes on golden wings : 
Faith brings forth workes, and vvorkes declare our 

faith ; 
No faith too firme, no trust can be too strong. 


As raine makes euery ground bring forth encrease, ; 

So faith of euery soule doth shew the fruites. 

As honour s fire doth kindle high desires, 

So zealous faith lifts vp the lowest soule. 

As night doth best the diamond s glory shew, 

So sharp affliction best makes faith to grow. 

As wisdome is the only way to vveale, 

So true discretion best directeth zeale. 

As loue and hate cannot agree in one, 

So without zeale faith thinkes herselfe alone. 

OF LIFE. 457 


Life is a frost of cold felicitie, 
And death a thaw of all our miserie. 

LIFE is a wandring course to doubtfull rest ; 

Life is but losse, where death is counted gaine: 
When vertue s daies doe end, they are not done, 
JJut Hue too Hues where others haue but one. 

The death of sinne is life vnto the soule ; 

Man s life still endeth with the end of life : 
In vanitie of Hie and wandring wayes 
The wicked run, and weare out all their daies. 
* * * * * 

The longer life, the greater is our guilt ; 

Life must with life, and blood with blood be paid. 
Hate not thy life, but loathe captiuitie, 
Where rests no hope to purchase victorie. 

Men must haue griefe so long as life remaines ; 

Life is not that which should be much desir d : 
We often see, who on a king relyes, 
Finds death aline ; while lining yet he dyes. 


That dead things can giue life we sildome find ; 

Contrition doth reformed life begin : 

To Hue, or dye, which of the two is better, 
When life is sham d, and death reproches debtor? 

First doe we bud, then blow, next seed, last fall ; 

We aske death s aid to end life s wretchednesse : 
God guides man s life, and when he list to 

haue it, 
Wit, wealth, nor any thing beside can saue it. 

Our life is death, if we doe Hue in sinne ; 

A dying life all kind of death exceeds : 
Contented mean estate true life doth giue, 
Resting secure, not rising vp to grieue. 


That life is death, where men do liue alone ; 

A good life doth beget as good a death : 
No wise man likes in such a life to dwell, 
Whose waies are strait to heauen, and wide to 

They liue but ill who always thinke to liue : 
To men in miserie life seemes too long; 

Long life hath commonly long cares anncxt ; 
The breath that life maintaines doth finish life. 


As falls the tree, so prostrate still it lies, 
; So speed eth life in lining as it dyes. 

As men by life in bondage soone are brought, 

Euen so by death is freedome soonest wrought. 
; As fire burnes fiercely, being still supplyed, 

So life postes swiftly when it least is spyed. 

As sharp frosts easily nip foreward springs, 
1 So life to end it hath too many things. 

As easterne winds doth towardly blossoms blast, 

So inward cares makes life to finish fast. 

As life is onely by the gift of grace, 
i So death by nature taketh time and place. 




WHO doth not see the state of fickle man, 
His changing courses and his diuers turnes 
Tweene aged yecres and time he first began? 
His time his termes from time to time adiurnes : 
Time tries him still, to triumph him he wurnes, 
And will not let him glorie long in hlisse, 
In this short progresse where no glorie is. 

Before his birth hee lies as in a cane, 
Inclos d with gore; an vgly shape hee beares ; 
Then by degrees hee gins some forme to liauc, 
And represent what after hee appeares, 
A humane body : then hee comes with teares 

From cell of darknesse, and partakes the light, 

A silly creature and of silly might. 

Then hoe forthwith Hues, and forthwith he dies, 
Though liuing long hee lingers and decayes; 
From youth to age hee pining mortifies, 
Although he seeme to glorie in his dayes : 
His day to die comes stealing, though it stayes ; 
And when he seemeth to haue constant state, 
A change chops in of more inconstant rate. 

Man ix. uer standeth, but like waning tyde, 

That comes and goes, now calme, then full of ire ; 

Now sings he swoetc, all sorrowes layd aside ; 

Then groweth griefe, welcome to no desire; 

Heau d vp, hurl d downe, dismay d, or in aspire; 
Grac d now, then in disdaine ; now in the sunne 
Of sweetest fauour ; then eclips d, vndonne. 




WHAT shall we doo to thec, O God, 
For all that thou hast done ; 

Whose loue from vs remoues the rod 
Which our offences woune? 

Thy Sonne hath brought vs peace againe, 

And made vs one with thee; 
Although our sinnes deserued payne, 
| His crosse hath made vs free. 

O how shall we requite thy loue ? 

What recompence is due 
To thee or him? Helpe from aboue, 

Our sinfull liues renew. 

The best reward that we can giue 

It helpes not thee at all; 
Yet thou in bountie doest releeue 

Vs wretched wightes in thrall. 

Great is thy glory, loue, and might ; 

Thy mercies haue no ende: 
All thanks and praise to thee in right 

Each heart should still extend. 

But we poore sinners may cry out 

Against ourselues, and say, 
Our purest deedes, like filthy clout, 

Our grosse conceytes bewray. 

No stay is in our crooked will; 

A rash consent we giue 
To each delight that seekes to kill 

Our soules, therein we Hue. 


But now thy sauing health extend, 

Thy mercies sweete prepare, 
And salue our sores : let vs amend, 

And breake thou Sathan s snare. 


THE God of blis, 

Who faithfull is, 
His sacred word doth send, 

To teach vs all 

On him to call, 
And to his lawes attend. 

His kingdom pure, 

Which shall indure 
For euer, doth begin 

In those that know 

How here below 
To mortifie their sinne. 

And they that will 

Imhrace with skill 
The way that traines to blis, 

Shall quickly see 

That they shall be 
Reformde from things amis. 

O God aboue, 

Looke thou in loue 
On all that long to see 

Thy sauing health, 

Thy heauenly wealth, 
And glorious kingdom free. 


Thy kingdom show 

To vs below 
That wander here awry ; 

Direct our feet ; 

Thy statutes sweet 
To vs thy folke descry. 

Oh be not slacke, 

But what we lacke 
With speed let vs obteine ; 

For thou dost feed 

Such as haue need: 
Thou dost no poore disdaine. 


O GOD, that guidst thy faithfull ilock, 

And leadst it by thine hand; 
That gaust it water of the rock 

In dry Arabia land : 
Giue grace to vs to flye the men 

That teacli thy word awry, 
Of whom thy Son forewarnd vs, when 

He did their slights espye. 

He did foresee hypocrisie 

Should lurke in godly weede, 
And wolues in sheepe-lyke tire to lye, 

And on thy sheepe to feede. 
The subtile serpent shrowdes his wiles, 

Attirde like angell bright ; 
And false apostles, fraught with guiles, 

Do counterfeite the liirht. 


The man of shine, that sits on hye 

With triple crowne on pate, 
And lifts his lewdnes to the skie, 

Holds sailing Christ in hate, 
lie sends his subtile sots by swarraes 

Through all the world, to win 
Thy children pure by wicked charmes, 

To draw their soules to shine. 

Keepe vs thy children, Lord, therefore ; 

Direct vs by thy grace, 
That their inchantments may no more 

Our zeale sincere deface: 
And let thy truth be still our guide, 

That we thereby may knowe 
Their falshood, who doo start aside, 

And live the subtile foe. 


The Lord will yraunt his louing hindnes in tin- day, and 
in the niyht icill wee. simj iff him, euen a prayer vntu the God 
of our life. PSAL. 42. H. 

On Father full of might and loue, 

Our castle and our stay, 
Who rulest with thy power aboue 

The darkesome night and day. 

The day is thine, the night also 

Thou rulest with thy hand ; 
Both which were made for man, we know, 

And so was sea and land. 


The sea and land, and all the things 

Therein which thou hast plast, 
Thou gauest vs, and made vs kings, 

To vse them till the last. 

Which blessings, Lord, this day we haue 

Most richly had from thee : 
Blesse eke this night, good Lord, wee craue; 

Keepe vs from danger free. 

Preserue vs when our drovvsie sleepe 

Our bodies shall possesse, 
And let not Sathan creepe into, 

Nor our poore soules oppresse. 

But let thy grace preuent his ire ; 

Let nothing vs annoy ; 
Let faith preuaile, let him retire, 

And we good rest enjoy. 

Tremble, and sin not, examine your oicne hearts vpon your 
bed, and be still. Ps. 4. 4. 




THE roaring sea doth fret and fume, 
Her wanes she flings ahoue the land ; 
She shewes all things are out of tune; 
She cries, God s day is nigh at hand. 

The eartli of late hatk shakt herself, 
As wearie of her sinfull hurne ; 
Which is ourselues with worldly pelfe; 
Hut oh ! thereby we are forlorne. 

Of late she swallowed in her gulfe 
Twelue thousand out of London towne 
By sudden plague, like rauening wolfe ; 
Vet are our hearts not once pluckt downe. 

() man! to thee now must I call, 

The end where first I did hegin, 

That joyes, that hlisse, that paine and thrall 

May keep thy soule and mind from sin. 

Thy heart will melt on them to thinke, 

If any grace in thee remaine ; 

And from all filthy sinfull sinkc 

Thy heart and hand thoti wilt refraine. 

When grisly death doth thee assault, 
It is too late for to amend : 
Wherefore in time con fosse thy fault. 
And God to please see tliou intend. 

For when this life is gone and past, 
There is no cure for any sinne : 
Then as we are, so shall we last, 
In joy, or paine, as we begin. 



THE apostles haue for help euangelists ; 
And so the churches by them planted be. 
Th apostles dead, there riseth hellish mists, 
Which with the light at no hand cold agree. 
Sun darks, stars fal, the moone doth change her hue; 
Heauen rols away, as they before did shew. 

First, order gone, and doores not being kept, 
By baptisme heapes of prophane do rush. 
With them, at length, a ministry in crept, 
That with the horn God s ordinance did push. 
So antichrist is stept vp to the throne, 
Who by his lawes would gouern euery one. 

But prophets God he stirreth vp sometime, 
To cal the people from such worship fowle. 
The beast he chargeth such with deadly crime, 
And killes the man that puls away a soule. 
Right much adoe shall persons haue to line, 
To whom the beast doth not his symbole giue. 

The Gentiles, once got to the height of sinne, 
And fulnesse of the saued come to light: 
The elder brother, lew, shal straight come in, 
And mourne for that he had no sooner sight. 
Their comming in shal be the Gentiles light ; 
Nor til that time wil sun again be bright. 




Made hy uay of Exhortation to the frenchmen^, u-hich 

are renolted from true religion, to the end then nun/ 

retnrne to God. 

() FRENCHMEN, which were once hc-louM, 
With lone surpassing that of men, 
Of God, who had hy sundrie signes 
The same reuealed to you as then : 
But now that God you haue forsaken, 
And part with Romish idoll taken. 

What spirite, what counsaile, or what rage 
So currirth you . what hope, what feare, 
Doth make you turne ? you so reuolt 
From him that loued you so deare . 
() blockishnes which Sathan breedes, 
Not once to see whither he you leades ! 

What! will you then forsake for eartli 
The holie heauens ? what ! hazard all 
To gaine a thing that s nothing worth . 
What thing more precious can you call, 
Then God, the soule, and body neate, 
And honour, which are riches greate . 

You loose all those, if you proceed 
In course which you haue erst hegunne. 
Heturne to God. Vp ! courage take, 
And to that path full swiftlie runne, 

Which constant hath proposde to you ; 

Yp, vp ! 1 say, and enter now. 



2 SAM. xxn. 27. 

GOD is my strength ; in him I will 
Put all my hope and trust ; 

For I do fincle him vnto me 
Both mercifull and iust. 

He is my shield, the home of health, 
My tower that is so strong; 

My refuge and my Sauiour, 
From taking any wrong. 

I will on him call day and night, 
Who worthy is of prayse ; 

Not doubting then but that I shall 
Presented be alwayes. 

The pangs of death gat me about, 

And griped me full sore ; 
The flowing floods of wicked men 

Did fray me more and more. 

The sorrowes of the hell or graue 

Me compassed about ; 
The snares were set to trappe me in, 

That I should not get out. 

Then in my trouble did I call 

Unto the Lord on hye, 
Who from out of his holy place 

Gaue eare vnto my cry. 



HKHK is the spring where waters flowe, 
To quench our heate of sinne ; 

Here is tlie tree where trueth cloth grow 
To leade our lines therein. 

Here is the Judge that stintes the strife, 

When men s deuices faile ; 
Here is the bread that feedes the life 

Tliat death cannot assaile. 

The tidings of saluation dearc 
Conies to our eares from hence ; 

The fortresse of our faith is here, 
And shield of our defence. 

Then he not like the hogge, that hath 

A pcarle at his desire ; 
And takes more pleasure of the trough, 

And wallowing in the myre. 

Reade not this hooke in any case 

Hut with a single eye ; 
Reade not, hut first desire God s grace, 

To vnderstand thereby. 

IVaye still in faith with this respect, 

To fructifie therein ; 
That knowledge may bring this effect, 

To mortifie thy sinne. 

Then happie thou in all thy life, 

\Vhatso to the befallcs : 
Yea, double happie shall thou be, 

When God bv death thee calles. 

H. C. 


Prefixed to Greenham s "Comfort for an afflicted Conscience." 

THE thirstie soule, that fainteth in the way, 
Or hunger-bit, for heauenly foode doth long ; 
The wearied hart, that panteth all the way, 
Oppressed with feares,andhomebread griefs among; 
The blinded eye, that hunts the shining ray, 
Or minde enthralde through Satan s wily wrong; 
Let hither fare for comfort in their neede : 
For smothered flames a greater fire will breede. 

Here siluer streames shall quench thy boyling heat, 
And hony dewes thy hungrie stomachc fill : 
Heere sweete repose with comfort shall intreate 
Thy wounded breast to cure with busy skill : 
Hence fetch thy ransome, howsoeuer great ; 
A mine of treasures are in this faire hill ; 

From whose hye top thy scaled eies may see 
A glorious light that shall enlighten thee. 

The streames are bloud, the dew is bread from 
heaucn ; 

The rest and comfort are ccelestiall ioyes ; 

The ransome from the crosse was freely giuen ; 

The light is faith, which darknes all destroyes. 

Thrise happy man, that guides his steps so euen, 

As his pure light no gloomy darke annoyes : 
His ransom d soule internal ioyes shall win, 
When timelye death shall blessed life begin. 





TIIK poore man belou d, for virtue approu d, 

Right blessed is lie; 
Where couetuus chuff, who neuer hath enough, 

Accursed shall be. 

Who goodnesse reiecteth, and euil effecteth, 

Shall fall in the pit : 
No plenty of ])ence shall free him from thence ; 

No power, nor wit. 

Both vnespassable and vnsatiable 

That gulph will nppeare ; 
Imbogg d he shall be, where nought he shall see 

But horror and feare. 

Adam vnstable and Eve variable, 

The very first time, 
By falling from God deserued this rod ; 

Oh ! horrible crime ! 

For had they adhered to God, and him feared, 

By keeping his reede, 
Then death had not come on the man or the woman, 

Or any their seede. 

But when as the man from God s will began 

Basely to reuolt, 
For his grieuous sin death came rushing in, 

And on him laid holt. 


This was the great crime, which at the first time, 

By craft of the deuill, 
Did bring in the seed of sickness and need, 

And all other evill. 

This was the sinne, which first did begin 

Our parents to kill, 
And heauenly food, prepared for our goud, 

Did vtterly spill. 

Vnhappy the fate, which first such a state 

Such SOITOW did bring, 
To him that had lost so much to our cost, 

Our heauenly King. 

The credulous Eve, twas she that did giue 

The cause of such euill, 
Hoping that honor would come more vpon her, 

Deceiued by the deuill. 

Beleeuing of him did make her to sinne, 

To all our great losse ; 
For mankind ere sence receiued from hence 

An horrible crossc. 

For all the nations, through all generations 

Which after haue beene, 
With griefe of their heart haue tasted the smart 

Of that primitiue sinne. 




() LORD, turne not away thy face 
From him that lyeth prostrate, 

Lamenting sore his sinfull life 
Before thy mercy-gate: 

Which gate thou openest wide to those 

That doe lament their sinne : 
Shut not that gate against me, Lord, 

But let me enter in. 

And call me not to mine accounts, 

How I haue lined here; 
For then I know right well, () Lord, 

How vile I shall appeare. 

I need not to confesse my life, 

I am sure tliou canst tell: 
What I haue beene and what I am, 

I know thou knowest it well. 

O Lord, thou knowest what things be past, 
Ami eke the things that bee ; 

Thou knowest also what is to come : 
Nothing is hid from thee. 

Before the heauens and earth were made, 
Thou knowest what things were then, 

As all things else that haue been since 
Among the sonnes of men. 


And can the things that I haue done 
Be hidden from thee then ? 

Nay, nay, thou knovvest them all, O Lord, 
Where they were done, and when. 

Wherefore with teares I come to thee, 

To beg and to intreate ; 
Euen as the child that hath done euill, 

And feareth to be beate. 

So come I to thy mercy-gate, 
Where mercy doth abound ; 

Requiring mercy for my sinne, 
To heale my deadly wound. 

O Lord, I need not to repeate 

What I doe beg or crane ; 
Thou knowest, O Lord, before I aske, 

The thing that I would haue. 
Mercy, good Lord, mercie I aske, 

This is the totall summe : 
For mercy, Lord, is all my sute ; 

Lord, let thy mercy come. 




As candles light do giue 
Yntill they be consumed, 
Doing good so should men liue 
Vntill their daies be ended. 

You are, saith Christ, a light 
This darksome world to guide ; 
Although you purchase spight, 
Still let your light be tride. 

Before men let it shine, 
To glorifie my name : 
The profile shall be thine, 
Or else tliou art to blame. 

Man s vnsatiorie eartli 
To season thou art sault; 
And though it cost thy breath, 
In thee let be no fault. 

The truth be bold to speake, 
Not fearing any face ; 
The Lord thy part will take, 
And strength thee with his grace. 

Hut if for fear of gaine 
The truth thoult hide or coucr, 
That brings thy sotile to paine ; 
Thv lot can be no other. 


My candle hath no light, 
My huisncs yet vnclone ; 
So suddenly comth night, 
Before \ve looke for noone. 

I meane, death is at doore ; 
So let him be in mind, 
Least such may be his houre 
Vnready thee to finde. 

Thy readines let be 
In Christ a stedfast faith ; 
God s feare, walking rightly, 
Still trampling vertue s path. 

Then needst thou not to feare 
Death, come he late or early : 
In truth to God draw neare, 
And he will love thee dearly. 

Thy soule shall go to heauen ; 
Though bodie go to graue, 
Yet shall it rise againe, 
The self-same soule to liaue. 

And both shall go to dwell 
In heauen with the Lord; 
The ioyes no tongue can tell 
By Christ for thee prepar d. 

Which ioies I wish to thee, 
Good reader, with my hart; 
Not doubting but that I 
At length shall take thy part. 

Amen, amen, amen ; 

() Lord, so let it be! 

We shall be blessed then, 

O blessed Christ, through thee. 




PRAY thus, when yc do pray, therefore: 

Our Father, which in hcaucn art, 
Thy name he haliow d euermore ; 
Thy kingdom we desire in hart : 
Thy will in earth make vs to do 
As it in heauen is; eucn so. 

(iiuc vs this day our dayly bread; 

Our debts forgiue vs, we thee pray, 
As we our debtors do : and lead 
Vs not, () Lord ! by any way 
Into temptation ; but see 
From euill we deliu red be. 

For thine, good Lord, the kingdom sure, 

The power, and the glorie is, 
For euennore for to endure, 
Which liuest in eternal! bliss. 

Let this be done, Oh Lord ! we pray 
In heart: whereto Amen we sav. 

H. C. 


WHAT kinde of state can any choose, , 

But he therein shall fynde 
Great bitternesse and encllesse woe, 

To moouc his troubled mindc? 

In field much toyle, at home great care, 

And feare in forrein lande : 
If aught we haue by fortune lent, 

In youth dame Follye s bande 

Doth hold us fast; her we imbrace, 
And wisedome s lore do leaue : 

In age doth sicknesse us assayle, 
And so our strength bereaue. 

In marryage is unquietnesse ; 

In lacking of a wife 
All eollitary we remaine, 

And leade a loathsome lyfe. 

If God to us doe children sende, 

We haue continuall care ; 
If none, then are we halfe dismayde, 

Far worser doe we fare. 

Therefore one of these twaine is best 

Desyred for to be; 
Not to be borne, or else to dye 

Before these dayes we see. 



\VIIKN griping greefes do greeue the mimic, 
The mectest meanes that men may finde, 
Which Uod and nature hath assignde, 

Is pacience well applyde : 
For pacience puts all paine to flight ; 
Yea, pacience makes the hart delight, 
And doth revive eche dulled spright 

\}\ reason s rule and guyde. 





Diliyani te, Dom nic. 

O GOD, my strength and fortitude, 

Of force I must loue thee; 
Thou art my castle and defence 

In my necessitie : 
My God, my rock, in whom I trust, 

The worker of my wealth, 
My refuge, buckler, and my shield, 

The home of all my health. 

When I sing laud vnto the Lord, 

Most worthie to be serued, 
Then from my foes I am right sure 

That 1 shall be presented. 
The pangs of death did compasse me, 

And bound me euerie where ; 
The flowing waues of wickeclnesse 

Did put me in great feare. 

The sly and suttle snares of hell 

Were round about me set ; 
And for my death there was prepard 

A deadly trapping net. 
I, thus beset with paine and grief, 

Did pray to God for grace; 
And he forthwith did heare my plaint 

Out of his holie place. 


Such is his power, that in his wrath 

He made the earth to quake, 
Yea, the foundation of the mount 

Of Hasan for to shake. 
And from his nostrels came a smoke, 

When kindled was his ire ; 
And from his mouth came kindled coales 

Of hoat consuming fire. 

The Lord descended from aboue, 

And bowd the heaucns hie ; 
And vnderneth his feet he cast 

The darknesse of the skie. 
On cherubes and on cherubins 

Full roially he road ; 
And on the wings of all the winds 

Came flying all abroad. 


Ilrnt dic, aniinn men. 
MY soule, giue laud vnto the Lord, 

My spirite shall do the same ; 
And all the secrets of my heart, 

Praise ye his holy name. 
Giue thanks to God for all his gifts ; 

Shew not thyselfe vnkinde ; 
And suffer not his benefits 

To slip out of thy minde: 
That pane thee pardon for thy faults, 

And thee restord againe, 
For all thy weake and frail disease, 

Ami heald thee of thy paine : 
That did redeeme thy life from death, 

From which thou couldst not flee ; 
His mercy and compassion both 

He did extend to thee : 

f VI 17.. POKTrl. 1 31 


That filcl with goodnesse thy desire, 

And did prolong thy youth, 
Like as the egle casteth her bill, 

Whereby her age renevveth. 
The Lord with iustice doth repay 

All such as be opprest ; 
So that their suffering and their wrongs 

Are turned to the best. 

His wayes and his commandements 

To Moyses he did show; 
His counsels and his valiant actes 

The Israelite did know. 
The Lord is kinde and mercifull, 

When sinners do him grieue ; 
The slowest to conceiue a wrath, 

And reddiest to forgiue. 

He chides not vs continually, 

Though we be full of strife ; 
Nor keepeth our faults in memory, 

For all our sinefull life : 
Nor yet according to our sinnes 

The Lord doth vs regarde, 
Nor after our iniquities 

He doth vs not rewarde. 

But as the space is wondrous great 

Twixt earth and heauen aboue, 
So is his goodnesse much more large 

To them that do him loue. 
God doth remoue our sinnes from vs, 

And our offences all, 
As farre as is the sunne rysing 

Full distant from his fall. 

And looke, what pitty parents deare 
Vnto their children beare, 

PSALM cm. 483 

Like pitty beareth the Lord to such 

As worship him in feare. 
The Lord that made vs knoweth our shape, 

Our mould and fashion iust; 
How weake and frayle our nature is, 

And how we be but dust ; 

And how the tynie of mortall men 

Is like the withering hay, 
Or like the flower right fayrc in field, 

That fadeth full soone away : 
Whose glosse and beauty stormy winds 

Do vtterly disgrace, 
And make that after their assaults 

Such blossomes haue no place. 

But yet the goodnesse of the Lord 

With his shall euer stand ; 
Their children s children do receiue 

His goodnesse at his hand: 
I meane, which keepe his couenant 

With all their whole desire, 
And not forget to do the thing 

That he doth them require. 

The heauens bye are made the seate 

And footestole of the Lord, 
And by his power imperiall 

He gouerns all the world. 
Ye angels, which are great in power, 

IVayse ye and blesse the Lord, 
Which to obey and do his will 

Immediately accord. 

Ye noble hostes and ministers, 

Cease not to laud him still ; 
Which ready are to execute 

His pleasure and his will. 


Yea, all his workes in euery place, 

Prayse ye his holy name : 
My heart, my minde, and eke my soule, 

Prayse ye also the same. 

W. P. 


COME, let vs lift vp our voice, 
And sing vnto the Lord ; 

In him our rock of helth reioice 
Let vs with one accord. 

Yea, let vs come before his face, 
To geue him thanks alvvaies ; 

In singing psalms vnto his grace 
Let vs be glad alwaies. 




Quam dilccta tabernacula. 

How pleasant is thy dwelling-place, 

O Lord of hostes, to me ! 
The tabernacles of thy grace, 

How pleasant, Lord, they be! 
My soule doth long full sore to goe 

Into thy courtes abroad ; 
My heart doth lust, my flesh also, 

In thee the liuing Lord. 

The sparrowes find a roome to rest, 

And saue themselues from wrong ; 
And eke the swallow hath a nest 

Wherein to keepe her young. 
These birdes full nigh thine altar may 

llaue place to sit and sing: 
() Lord of hosts, thou art, I say, 

My God and eke my King. 

() they be blessed that may dwell 

Within thy house alwaies ; 
For they all times thy facts do tell, 

And euer giue thee praise. 
Yea, happy sure likewise are they 

Whose stay and strength thou art; 
Which to thy house do minde the way, 

And seeke it in their heart. 

As they goe through the vale of teares, 
They dig vp fountaines still; 


That as a spring it all appeares, 

And thou their pits cloest fill. 
From strength to strength they walke full fast, 

No faintnes there shall be; 
And so the God of gods at last 

In Sion they do see. 

O Lord of hostes, to me giue heede, 

And heare when I doe pray ; 
And let it through thine eares proceede, 

O Jacob s God, I say. 
O Lord our shield, of thy good grace 

Regard, and so draw neare; 
Regard, I say, behold the face 

Of thine annoynted deare. 

For why? within thy courts one day 

Is better to abide, 
Then other where to keepe or stay 

A thousand daies beside. 
Much rather would I keepe a doore 

Within the house of God, 
Then in the tents of wickednesse 

To settle mine abode. 

For God the Lord, light and defence, 

Will grace and worship giue ; 
And no good thing shall he withold 

From them that purely Hue. 
O Lord of hostes, that man is blest, 

And happy sure is he, 
That is perswaded in his brest 

To trust all times in thee. 


Lutuhite Dominum, 

PRAYSE yc tlie Lord, tor it is good 

Vnto our God to sing ; 
For it is pleasant, and to prayse 

It is a comely thing. 
The Lord, his owne Jerusalem 

He buildeth vp alone, 
And the disperet of Israel 

Doth gather into one. 

He heales the hroken in their heart, 

Their sores vj> doth he bind ; 
He counts the number of the stars, 

And names them in their kinde. 
Great is the Lord, great is his power, 

His wisedome infinite : 
The Lord releeues the ineeke, and throwes 

To ground the wicked wight. 

Sing vnto God the Lord with prayse, 

Ynto the Lord reioyce, 
And to our God vpon the harpe 

Ad nance your singing voice. 
He cuiiers heauen with clouds, and tor 

The eartli prepareth raine ; 
And on the mountaines lie dotli make 

The grasse to grow againe. 
He giues to beastes their foode, and to 

Vong rauens, wlien tliey cry : 


His pleasure not in strength of horse, 
Nor in man s legs doth lye : 

But in all those that feare the Lord 
The Lord hath his delight, 

And such as doe attend vpon 
His mercie s shining light. 

O prayse the Lord, Jerusalem ; 

Thy God, Sion, prayse; 
For he the barres hath forged strong, 

Wherewith thy gates he staies. 
Thy children he hath blest in thee, 

And in thy borders he 
Doth settle peace, and with the flower 

Of wheat he filleth thee. 

And his commandement vpon 

The earth he sendeth out, 
And eke his word with speedy course 

Doth swiftly runne about. 
He giueth snow like wool, hoar frost 

Like ashes doth he spread ; 
Like morsels castes his ice ; thereof 

The cold who can abide ? 

He sendeth forth his mighty word, 

And melteth them agayne; 
His winde he made to blow, and then 

The waters flow amayne. 
The doctrine of his holy word 

To Jacob did he show; 
His statutes and his iudgements he 

Giues Israel to know. 

With euery nation hath he not 
So delt, nor they haue knowne 

His secret iudgements: ye, therefore, 
Prayse ye the Lord alone. 




Miserere mei, Deus. 

O LORD, consider my distressc, 

And now with speede some pittie take ; 

My sinnes deface, my faults redresse, 

Good Lord, for thy great mercies sake. 

Wash me, O Lord, and make me cleane 

From this vniust and sinfull act; 

And purifie hut once againe 

My hainous crime and bloodie fact. 

Remorse and sorrow doe constraine 
Me to acknowledge mine excesse ; 
My sinne, alas! doth still remaine 
Before my face without release. 
For thee alone I haue offended, 
Committing euill in thy sight ; 
And it I were therefore condemned, 
Vet were thy Judgements iust and right. 

It is too manifest, alas! 
That first I was conceiued in sinne ; 
Yea, of my mother so borne was, 
And yet, vile wretch, remaine therein. 
Also behould, Lord, thou doest loue 
The inward truth of a pure hart: 
Therefore thy wisedome from aboue 
Thou hast reuealed me to conuert. 


If thou with hisope purge this blot, 
I shall be cleaner than the glasse ; 
And if thou wash away my spot, 
The snow in vvhitenesse shall I passe. 
Therefore, O Lord, such ioy me send, 
That inwardly I may find grace ; 
And then my strength may now amend, 
Which yet hast swagde for my trespas. 

Turne backe thy face and frowning ire, 
For I haue felt inough thy hand ; 
And purge my sinnes, I thee desire, 
Which doe in number passe the sand. 
Make new my hart within my brest, 
And frame it to thy holy will: 
Thy constant Spirit in me let rest, 
Which may these raging enemies kill. 

Cast me not, Lord, out from thy face, 
But spedily my torments end; 
Take not from me thy Spirit and grace, 
Which may from dangers me defend. 
Restore me to those ioyes againe, 
Which 1 was wont in thee to find ; 
And let me thy free Spirit retaine, 
Which vnto thee may stir my mind. 

Thus when I shall thy mercies know, 

I shall instruct others therein ; 

And men likewise that are brought low 

By mine example shall flee sin. 

O God, that of my health art Lord, 

Forgiue me this my bloudie vice ; 

My hart and tongue shall then accord 

To sing thy mercies and iustice. 

Touch thou my lips ; my tongue vntie, 
O Lord, which art the onely kay ; 

PSALM LI. 491 

And then my mouth shall testifie 

Thy wondrous workcs and praise alway. 

And as for outward sacrifice, 

I would haue offered many a one, 

But thou esteemest them of no price, 

And therein pleasure takest none. 

The heauie hart, the mind opprest, 

() Lord, thou neuer doest reiect ; 

And, to speake truth, it is the best, 

And of all sacrifice the effect. 

Lord, vnto Sion turne thy face ; 

Poure out thy mercies on thy hill, 

And on Jerusalem thy grace ; 

Build vp thy walles, and loue it still. 

Thou shalt accept then our offrings 
Of peace and righteousnes, I say ; 
Yea, calues and many other things 
Vpon thine altar will we lay. 



Qui confidunt. 

SUCH as in God the Lord do trust, 
As mount Sion shall firmely stand, 
And be remoucd at no hand ; 
The Lord will count them right and iust, 

So that they shall be sure 

For euer to endure. 

As mighty mountaines huge and great 
Jerusalem about doe close, 
So will the Lord be vnto those 
Who on his godly will doe vvayte. 

Such are to him so deare, 

They neuer neede to feare. 

For though the righteous try doth he, 
By making wicked men his rod ; 
Least they for griefe forsake their God, 
It shall not as their lot still be. 
Giue, Lord, to those thy light, 
Whose hearts are true and right. 

But as for such as turne asyde 
By crooked wayes which they out sought, 
The Lord will surely bring to nought; 
With works most vyle they shall abide : 

But peace with Israel 

For euermore shall dwell. 



Qui confidant. 

THOSE tliat doe put their confidence 
Vpon the Lord our God onely, 
And fly to him for his defence 
In all their neede and misery, 
Their faith is sure firme to endure, 
Grounded on Christ the corner-stone ; 
Moued with none ill, but standeth still, 
Stedfast like to the mount Sion. 

And as about Jerusalem 

The mighty hils do it compasse, 

So that no enemy commeth to them, 

To hurt that towne in any case ; 

So God in deed in euery need 

His faithfull people doth defend, 

Standing them by assuredly, 

From this time forth world without end. 

Right wise and good is our Lord God, 

And will not suffer certeinely 

The sinner s and vngodlye s rod 

To tary vpon his family ; 

Least they also from God should go, 

Falling to sin and wickednesse : 

O Lord, defend, world without end, 

Thy Christian flocke through thy goodnes. 

O Lord, do good to Christians all, 
That stedfast in thy word abide . 


Such as willingly from God fall, 
And to false doctrine daily slide, 
Such will the Lord scatter abroad, 
With hipocrites throwne downe to hell ; 
God will them send paines without end : 
But, Lord, graunt peace to Israel. 

Glory to God the Father of might, 
And to the Sonne our Sauiour, 
And to the Holy Ghost, whose light 
Shine in our harts and vs succour ; 
That the right way, from day to day, 
We may vvalke and him glorifie : 
W r ith hart s desire all that are here 
Worship the Lord, and say Amen. 


PRESERUE vs, Lord, by thy deare word, 
From Turke and pope defend vs, Lord, 
Which both would thrust out of his throne 
Our Lord Jesus Christ, thy deare Sonne. 

Lord Jesus Christ, shew forth thy might ; 
Yea, thou art Lord of lords by right : 
Thy poore afflicted flocke defend, 
That we may praise thee without end. 

God, Holy Ghost, our Comforter, 

Be our patron, helpe, and succour: 

Geue vs one minde and perfect peace ; 

All gifts of grace in vs increase. 

Thou liuing God in persons three, 

Thy name be praysed in vnity : 

In all our neede so vs defend, 

That we may prayse thee world without end. 

CX 1 1. 


Cnntatf Domino. 

SING vnto the Lord with heartie accord 

A now ioyfull song : 
Mir praises rosoundo in ouorio grounde 

His saintos all among. 

Lot Israel reioico and praise oke with voyco 

His Maker louing; 
The sonnes of Sion let them ouerie one 

Be ulad in their King. 

Let all them aduance his name in the dance 

Bothe now and alwayes; 
With harp and tahret, euen so likewise let 

Them vtter his prayes. 

The Lord s pleasure is in them that are his, 

Not willing to start ; 
But all meanes do seko to succour the moke 

And humble in heart. 

The saints more and lesse his praise shall ex presse, 

As is good and right ; 
Reioycing, I save, both now and for aye. 

In their beds at night. 
Their throt<> shall braste out in euerie route 

In praise of their Lord; 
And as men most bolde in hande they shall holde 

A two-edged sworde, 


Auenged to be in euerie degree 

The heathen vpon, 
And for to reproue, as them doth behoue, 

The people ech one ; 

To bind strange kings fast in chains that will last, 

Their nobles also 
In hard yron bands, as well fete as hands, 

To their grief and wo : 

That they may indede giue sentence with spede 

On them to their paine; 
As is writ. Alwayes such honour and prayes 

His saints shall obtaine. 

CXI 1 1. 


Exaltabo te, Dcnx. 

THEE will I laud, my God and King, 

And blesse thy name for aye ; 
For euer will I pniyse thy name, 

And blesse thee day by day. 
Great is the Lord, most worthy prayse, 

His greatnes none can reach ; 
From race to race they shall thy works 

Praise, and thy power preach. 

I of thy glorious maiesty 

The beauty will record, 
And meditate vpon thy workes 

Most wonderfull, () Lord. 
And they shall of thy power, and of 

Thy fearefull actes declare ; 
And I to publish all abroad 

Thy greatnes will not spare. 

And they into the mention shall 

Breake of thy goodnes great: 
And I alone thy righteousnes 

In singing shall repeat. 
The Lord our God is gratious, 

And mercifull also ; 
Of great aboundant mercy, and 

To anger he is slow : 

. POl.Ts.] 



Yea, good to all ; and all his vvorkes 

His mercy doth exceede : 
Loe, all his vvorkes doe prayse thee, Lord, 

And do thy honour spread. 
Thy saintes doe blesse thee, and they do 

Thy kingdome s glory show, 
And blase thy power, to cause the sonnes 

Of men his power to know ; 

And of his mighty kingdome eke 

To spread the glorious prayse : 
Thy kingdome, Lord, a kingdome is 

That doth endure alwaies ; 
And thy dominion through each age 

Endures without decay: 
The Lord vpholdeth them that fall; 

Their slyding he doth stay. 

The eyes of all do wait on thee, 

Thou doest them all relieue, 
And thou to ech sufficing foode 

In season due doest giue. 
Thou openest thy plenteous hand, 

And bounteously doest fill 
All things, whatsoeuer doth liue, 

With gifts of thy good will. 

The Lord is iust in all his waies, 

His workes are holy all ; 
Neare all he is that call on him, 

In tructh that on him call. 
He the desires which they require 

That feare him will fulfill; 
And he will heare them when they cry, 

And sane them all he will. 

The Lord preserues all those, to him 
That beare a louing heart ; 


But lie them all that wicked are 

Will vtterly subuert. 
My thankful] mouth shall gladly speake 

The prayses of the Lorde : 
All flesh to pniyse his holy name 

For euer shall accord. 





WHERE righteousnes doth say, 

Lord, tor my sinfull part, 

In wrath thou shouldst me pay 

Vengeance for my desert, 

I can it not deny ; 

But needs I must confesse, 

How that continually 

Thy lawes I doe transgresse. 

But if it be thy will 
With sinners to contend, 
Then all thy flocke shall spill, 
And he lost without end. 
For who liueth here so right, 
That rightly he can say, 
He sinneth not in thy sight 
Full oft and euery day ? 

The Scripture playne telleth me 
The righteous man oflendeth 


Seuen times a day to thee, 
Whereon thy wrath dependeth: 
So that the righteous man 
Doth vvalke in no such path, 
But he faith now and then 
In danger of thy wrath. 

Then sith the case so standes, 
That euen the man right-wise 
Faith oft in sinfull bandes, 
Whereby thy wrath may rise ; 
Lord, I that am vniust, 
And righteousnes none haue, 
Whereto then shall I trust 
My sinfull soule to saue? 

But truely to that prest, 
Whereto I cleaue and shall, 
Which is thy mercy most, 
Lord, let thy mercy fal, 
And mitigate thy moode, 
Or else we perish all : 
The price of this thy bloud, 
Wherein mercy I call. 

The Scripture doth declare, 
No drop of bloud in thee 
But that thou didst not spare 
To shed ech drop for me. 
Now let these drops most svveete 
So moyst my heart so dry, 
That I, with sinne replete, 
May line, and sinne may dye : 

That being mortified 

This sinne of mine in mee, 

I may be sanctified 

By grace of thine in thee : 


So that I neuer fall 
Into such niortall sinne; 
Tiiat no foes infcrnall 
Reioyce my death therein. 

But vouchsafe me to keepe 
From those infernall foes, 
Anil from that lake so deepe, 
Where as no mercy growes. 
And I shall sing the songs, 
Confirmed with the iust, 
That vnto thee belongs, 
Which art mine onely trust. 


T. B. 


FRAYSE the Lord, O ye Gentiles all, 
Which hath brought you into his light : 
() prayse him all people mortall, 
As it is most worthy and right. 

For lie is full determined 

On vs to poure his mercy ; 

And the Lord s trueth, be ye assured, 

Abideth perpetually. 

Glory to God the Father, and 

To Jesus Christ his true Sonne, 

With the Holy Ghost in like manner, 

Now and at euery season. 

502 T. B. 



BEHOLD now giue heede, such as be 
The Lord s seruants faithfull and true ; 
Come, prayse the Lord, euery degree, 
With such songs as to him are due. 

O ye that stand in the Lord s house, 
Euen in our owne God s mansion, 
Praise ye the Lord so hounteous, 
Which worketh our sal nation. 

Lift vp your hands in Ins holy place, 
Yea, and that in the time of night ; 
Praise ye the Lord which giueth all grace, 
For he is a Lord of great might. 

Then shal the Lord out of Sion, 
Which made heauen and earth by his power, 
Giue to you and your nation 
His blessing, mercy, and fauour. 


u. cox. 


OUR Father, which in heauen art, 
And makst vs al one brotherhood 
To call vpon tlice witli one heart, 
Our heauenly Father and our God ; 
Grant we pray not with lips alone, 
But with the hart s deepe sigh and grune. 

Thy blessed name be sanctified ; 

Thy holy word might vs inflame 

In holy life for to abide, 

To magnifie tliy holy name. 

From all errors defend and keepe 
The little flocke of thy poore sheep. 

Thy kingdome come cucn at this lioure, 

And henceforth euerlastingly ; 

Thine Holy Gliost into vs power 

With all his giftes most plenteously. 
From Sathan s rage and filthy band 
Defend vs with thy mighty hand. 

Tliy will be done with diligence, 
Like as in heauen, in earth also: 
In trouble graunt vs patience, 
Thee to obey in wealth and woe : 

Let not flesh, blood, or any ill, 

Preuaile against thy holy will. 


Giue vs this day our dayly bread, 

And all other gifts of thine : 

Keepe vs from war and from bloudshed, 

Also from sickenes, dearth, and pine ; 
That we may Hue in quietnes, 
Without all greedy carefulnes. 

Forgiue vs our offences all, 
Relieue our carefull conscience; 
As we forgiue both great and small, 
Which vnto vs haue done offence. 

Prepare vs, Lord, for to serue thee 

In perfect loue and vnitie. 

() Lord, into temptation 

Lead vs not, when the fiend doeth rage : 

To withstand his inuasion 

Giue power and strength to euery age. 
Arme and make strong thy feeble host 
With fayth and with the Holy Ghost. 

O Lord, from euill deliuer vs : 
The dayes and times are dangerous : 
From euerlasting death saue vs, 
And in our last need comfort vs. 

A blessed end to vs bequeath ; 

Into thy hands our soules receiue. 

For thou, O Lord, art King of kings, 

And thou hast power ouer all ; 

Thy glory shineth in all things, 

In the wide world vniuersal. 
Amen, let it be done, O Lord, 
That we haue prayd with one accord. 

E. G. 

De paceni, Domine. 

GIUE peace in these our dayes, O Lord ; 

Great daungers are at hand ; 

Thine enemies with one accord 

Christe s name in euery land 

Seeke to deface, roote out, and rase 

Thy true right worship in deed. 

Be thou the stay, Lord, we thee pray ; 

Thou helpst alone in all neede. 

Giue vs that peace which we do lacke 

Through misbeliefe and ill life. 

Thy word to oft er thou doest not slacke, 

Which we vnkindly gaine striue. 

With fire and sword this healthfull word 

Some persecute and oppresse ; 

Some with the mouth confessc the tructh, 

Without sincere godlinesse. 

Giue peace, and vs thy Spirit downe send, 

With grief and repentance true : 

Do pearce our hearts our Hues to amend, 

And hy faith Christ renue : 

That fear and dread, war and bloodshed, 

Through thy sweete mercy and grace, 

May from vs slide, thy trueth may hide, 

And shine in euery place. 




My sweet little babie, what meanest tliou to cry ? 
Be still, my blessed babe, though cause thou hast 

to mourne, 
Whose blood most innocent the cruell king hath 

sworne ; 
And lo ! alas ! behold ! what slaughter he doth 

Shedding the blood of infants all, sweet Sauiour, 

for thy sake. 
A King is born, they say, which King this king 

would kill: 
Oh ! woe, and woefull heauy day, when wretches 

haue their will ! 

Three kings this King of kings to see are come 
from farre, 

To each unknowen, with offerings great, by guid 
ing of a starre ; 

As shepherds heard the song, which angels bright 
did sing, 

Giving all glory unto God for coming of this King, 

Which must be made away king Herod would 
him kill ; 

Oh! woe, and woefull heauy day, when wretches 
haue their will ! 

Loe ! my little babe, be still, lament no more : 
From furie thou shalt step aside, helpe haue we 
still in store : 


We lieaucnly warning hauc some other soyle to 

seeke ; 
From death must fly the Lord of life, as lamb 

both milde and meeke : 
Thus must my babe obey the king that would him 

kill: " 
Oh ! woe, and woefull heauy day, when wretches 

haue their will ! 

But thou shalt line and reigne, as Dauid hath 
forsay d, 

And prophets prophesied 

# * * * # * 

Whom caytiues none can traye, whom tyrants 

none can kill : 
Oh ! joy and joyfull happy day, when wretches 

want their will ! 

W. A. 




GRACIOUS God and heauenly Father deere, 
Which hast created all thinges that are seene, 
Whose mighty power is knowne both far and neere, 
Through thy great workes the heaven and earth 
betvveene : 

So that no man by ignorance can frame 
To make excuse he hath not known thy might, 
For all thy creatures do declare the same ; 
In them of thee we may have perfit sight. 

But I, a wretcli that here doth prostrate lye, 
Have knowne thy word, yet not obeyed the same ; 
So that to heaven I dare not lyft my eye, 
Because my sinnes doth make me shrinke for 

Wherefore I come to thee with quaking hart, 
With trembling conscience, so dismayed for sinne ; 
Desiring thee with teares to ease my smart, 
That I the taste of mercye sweete may winne. 

My wounded soule dooth seeke thy precious grace, 

To serue for salue of my distressed mind : 

O let my prayers pearce thy holy place, 

And heare my cryes, O gracious God most kinde. 


I dare not lift inyne eyes unto thy throne, 
Thy glory shineth in such wondrous wise : 
Thy brigntnesse eke to cherubines is knowne, 
Whose majesty dooth dim their dazeled eyes. 

When how can I, a synful creature formde, 
Present my selfe thy mercy to obtaine ; 
Whose syns dooth more then seaisli sands abounde, 
Or all the stars that in the heauens remainc . 

For I have broke the promise that I made, 

When as I was baptised in thy name : 

So that, alas ! my hart is sore afrayde 

Least thy just judgements damne me for the same. 

I dyd protest to fyght against my flesh, 
And to subdue my earthly Adam olde ; 
Yet like the dog I run to it afresh, 
And greedyly I take thereof fast holde. 

I promised the world for to sulxlue, 

Whose wanton wyles with wickednesse is fyl d : 

Vet like a wretch I egerly pursue 

Such vanities as he therein hath wil d. 

I vowed eke to foyle my deadly foe, 
That subtil Sathan, enemy of grace ; 
Yet have I yeelded like a coward thoe, 
And followed his pleasures vaine like case. 

Yea, every day I seeke to clime to thee, 
And yet, alas! my weaknesse makes me fall 
Wherefore I wish that death would set me free, 
That I through faith might fynde redresse of all : 

Which maketh me that I durst not approche 
Unto thy presence to obtaine releese : 
Dear t but throw Christ thy mercy I incroche, 
With hope in him to get release of greefe; 

510 w. A. 

Who by the fountain of his precious blood 
Hath washt away the fylth of my offence ; 
Whose gushing streames like to a river stoode, 
To dense my soule defylde by lewd pretence. 

He paid the ransome of my faults most vyle 
With bitter death, for me which was his foe : 
Yea, heare on earth he lived in mucli raile, 
That I might gaine the place where grace doth 


Wherefore to Him I will for pardon flye, 
And crave release of my offences past ; 
So doo I knowe he will me not denye, 
And graunt his mercy unto me at last. 
Wherefore I crave, O heavenly Father mine, 
For thy Sonne s sake vouchsafe my soule to save, 
And unto me thy gracious ears incline, 
That in his blood doo pardon boldly crave. 

Forgive me all th offences of my youth, 
And graunt to me the comfort of thy Spright : 
Have pittie, Lorde, and turne to me thy rueth ; 
So shall my soule in thee for aye delight. 
Wipe out my synnes of thy remembrance, Lorde, 
And place my name within thy booke of life : 
O make my hart to thee alwayes accorde, 
That this my conscience may be free from strife. 

Make me a veasell to thy gloryous will, 
For to possesse a place of heavenly joyes : 
So shall I laude and spred thy glory still, 
And scape thy dainger that the soule destroyes. 
Graunt this, good Lord, for Jesus Christe s sake, 
To whom with thee, and thy Eternall Spright, 
Which persones three one perfyt God doo make, 
Be lasting laude, as it belonges aright. 




With (an unfaygned) commendation of the worthiness of Sir 
Nicholas Itacon, Knight, Lord Keejier of the Great 
Seale of England, who deceased the \\th day 
of February, 1578. 

SINCE God hath fyxt our daycs and yeares to live 

and eke to dye, 
And takes his choice of us his sheepe, what might 

shall him deny, 
But that lie may without regarde his creatures 

take and save, 
Yea, heare them up, yea, throw them down from 

life unto the grave ? 
Rejoice we then among the route, which doth this 

thing con f ease, 
And pray that God may have his will: he teacheth 

us no lesse. 
And thanke him to for all his giftes, and seeme 

not for to mourne 
For that which he hath in himselfe set downe 

ere we were borne. 
All tymes with him is not one houre, to age no 

subject is: 
All shall decay, yea, heaven and earth ; such power 

and glory is his. 
Borne all to dye, and dye we must ; all flesh shall 

yeelde to death : 
The promise made welcome the tyme which sayth, 

Let go his breath. 



Uppon the death of the Right Iteuerend and learned Father in 

Cod, Juell, Doctor of Diuhiitie, and Bishop of Saris- 

burie, whom God called to his mercie the 22</ 

September, 1571. 

THE Juell of our joye is gone ; the happie lieauens 

have wonne 
The greatest gift that ever was with us beneth 

the sonne ; 
Which makes such weepinge eyes in Sallesbury, 

they saye, 
As all the ronning streames thereof can neuer 

\\ashe awaye. 

Alas ! is Juell dead, the folder of the flocke ? 
If death haue caught the diall up, then who shall 

keepe the clocke ? 
O God, what griefe is this thye charie church 

should want 
A bishoppe of so good a grace, when good men 

be so skant ! 
We feare the plague, they saye ; but such a plague 

as this 
Sithens I was borne I neuer knew, nor neuer shall, 

I wis. 
Yet are there some behinde, I trust, will learne to 


How Juell to his dicing daye his talent did bestow ; 
So busie at his booke to bring the truth to light, 
As they that lyke the redie way may looke and 

finde it right. 


I His house anil housholde was so kept for his degree, 
As Paull in his epistles writjhtes a bishoppe s 

house should bee: 

His diocese, 1 believe, hee kept in so good awe, 
As virtue is content to sweare they lived within 

her lawe. 
His hands and hart were free, the needie could 

not lacke. 
Such peace and concord planted hee, as nothing 

went to wracke ; 
And cliarie went to churche himselfe by breake 

of daye, 
That his example might procure the re-st to go 

that wave : 

And gaue unto his men their dueties when he died. 
With large and lordlie recompence ; this cannot 

bee denied. 
; Alas! with piteous mone all Christians now maye 

That we haue such a shephard gone : God help 

the selie sheepe ! 
Meethinkes I see in heauen triumphant Truth ap- 

And Faytlifulness, uhich sjx ake aloude. Let .fuel 

now come neare. 
Th appostelles all do prease, meethinkes, to see 

his face, Qplace : 

And all the angells ro about to bring him to his 
Then Christ himselfe, meethinkes, I see begins to 

And saith, Beholde my chosen frende I looke for 

all this while : " 
And Abraham rends his clothes and bouels out i 

his brest, 
And sayth to Juel, .lumpe in here, and take thye 

(juiet rest. 

POKTS ] M 5 



SOYLED in shines, O Lord ! a wretched sinfull 

To thee I call, to thee I sue, that showest of 

mercie most : 
Who can me helpe but thou, in whom all healp 

doth rest ? 
My shine is more than man can mend, and that 

thou knowest best. 
On whom then shall I call, to whom shall I make 

mone ? 
Sith man is miglitlesse sinne to cure, I seeke to 

thee alone : 
In thee I knowe all might and power doth re- 

And at thy handes 1 am well sure mercie I shall 


Thy promise cannot fayle, wherein I me repose; 
To thee alone (els to no man) my hart wyll 

sinne disclose : 

The sinner thou doest saue, no Saviour els I fmde; 
Thou onely satisfied hast for the sinne of all 


The sacrifice whereof thou offeredst once for aye, 
Whereby his wrath for Adam s gylt thy Father put 

awaye ; 

And by thy death alone rnankinde restored is : 
There was no meanes mercy e for man to get of 

him but this. 


Now thou hast mercye bought, if man by thee 

will craue, 
And who that seeketh by other meanes small 

inercie might he liaue. 
Wherefore, () Lorde! on thee for inercie do I call ; 
! Let not my sinnes consume me cleane, and I 

dampned to fall. 
The merites of my workes, were they neuer so 


! I here forsake, and them resigne to such as in \ 
them trust. 



Christ speaketh to the Church. 
COME, wend unto my garden gay, 

My sister and my spowse: 
For I haue gathered mirre with spice, 

And other goodly bowes. 
I meane to eate my honnye, and 

My honny-combe so sweete; 
And I will drinke my wyne and milke, 

For so it seemeth meete. 

Christ to the Apostles. 
Eat now, my frinds, do nothing spare, 

But be of perfect cheare: 
And drink with mirth ; for you of me 

Are sure beloued deare. 

The Voice of the Church. 

As 1 laye in a slombring sleepe, 

But being wake in mynde, 
I heard my true loue speake and knocke, 

And all was me to fynde. 

Christe to the Churche. 
Open me the gates, said he, 

My sister and my loue, 
My darling and my hart s desyre, 

My onely Turtle-doue. 


For why? my licadc is full of dewe, 
And so are all my lockes 

Bedecked well in comely wise 
With these benighted drops. 

The I oice of the Spouses. 

I haue put off my coat; how can 

1 put it on againe . 
And if I fyle my washed feete, 

Then washt I tliem in vaine. 

Tin- Vo\c< of the Church speaking of Chriate. 

But when my loue put in his hande, 

Then was my heart so prest 
To him, that I was moued much, 

And tooke but little rest. 
So that I stoode up by and by, 

To open him the doore : 
But then my handes coulde drop with myrre, I 

As was not seene before : 
Which myrre ran down my fingers fast, 

When they were on the lock, 
When 1 was opening him the dore, 

That there before did knocke. 
But when to my Beloued I 

The; doore had opened wyde, 
He was departed thence away, 

And gone his waves asyde. 
And nowe, as he before did speake, 

When I coulde not refraine, 
So now I sought him mournfullye, 

But found him not againe. 


And then 1 cryecl after him 
As one that was forsake, 

And listened still, but ansvvere none 
Woulde he unto me make. 


From " A Coppie of the Epistle that Jew my e sent unto the 

Jewes, u hich were led away Prisoners by the king of 

Babilon, wherein he certifyeth them of the things 

which was commaunded him of God. 

BECAUSE ye haue committed sinne 

Against the myghtie God, 
Ve may be certein to possesse 

His scourging whip and rod: 

Nabuchodonosor the king 

Shall lead you captiues all 
Unto the Babilonians soyle, 

And there remaine ye shall 

Long season, yea, and many dayes , 

For God hath so decreede, 
That seuen generations 

Shall there be spent in deede. 

But afterwarde with peace and rest 
From thence I will you bring, 

In safetie and in sauegarde sure, 
As underneath my wing. 

But yet whylst that in Babilon 

Ve do as captiues byde, 
There shall you see the gods of gold 
And silver tyme and tyde ; 


Ami eke their gods of wood and stone, 
Which they on shoulders heare; 

Which tendeth unto nothing, but 
The heathen for to feare. 

But when you see the multitude 

\\ liieh geucth honor due 
Unto these flattering fained gods, 

Then do remember you : 

41 O Lurde, it is thy maiestie 
44 That oughtest for to liaue 

44 The adoration, whereof nowe 
4 The heathen thee depraue." 

Tliis being done, my angel shall 

JJe with you as you are, 
And I myselfe will surely seeme 

For all your soules to care. 

As for the timber of those gods, 

The carpenter you see 
Hath polyshed, and yet besyde 

They gaily gilted be. 

Yet are they thinges of vanitie, 
And neuer seeme to speake : 

And therefore they that worship them 
Do mv commandment breake. 




From " A briefe Treatise agaynst certayne Errors of the 
Romish Church, etc. Very plainly, notably, and pleasantly 
confuting the same by Scriptures and auncient writers- 
Compiled by Gregory Scot, 1570. Perused and lisenced 
according to the Queue s Maiestie s Iniunction. 1574." 

How is the faythful city chaungde 

From that it was before ! 
Where righteousnes sometime did syt, 

Now bloudshed raygneth more. 

Rome once it had renovvmed prayse, 
For Truth therein did dwell : 

A faythfull citie once it was, 
And others did excell. 

But now ungodlynes doth raygne, 
Where fayth dyd then abound : 

Their wicked and most lothsome Hues 
Throughout the world doth sound. 

Rome is a cage of birdes uncleane, 

A sincke of filthy synne : 
Few errours haue the Church infect, 

That dyd not there begynne. 

From thence they spred over the earth : 
What place could once be found, 

That free was from infection ? 
In Europe none was found. 


\V~her canker once hath taken roote, 

It creepeth ouer all : 
Herein that wicked mother-churche 

We may to witnes call; 

Which, once declining from the truth 

And from the perfect waye, 
Hath ever synce more errours bred, 

And farther gone astray e. 

Of these errours my purpose is 

Here brieflie to intreate ; 
But not of all, for that were much, 

The number is so create : 

I meane, of such as you your selues, 
By whom mayntayned they bee, 

Miirht some pcrceiuc (so plain they are), 
If eves vou had to see. 

The glorie of the immortall God, 

Whose shape was neuer sene, 
To images of mortall men 

Thus have you chaunged cleane. 
But whereof be they images ? 

Of God they can be none; 
For he doth lyue cucn of hymselfe, 

And geueth lyfe alone. 

The image hath no lyfe nor breath, 

Nor cannot mouc at all ; 
It cannot once get up agayne. 

If that it chaunce to fall. 
Morrouer, God is infinite, 

And measured cannot bee ; 
His breadth, his length, how can you shew 

In mettall, stone, or tree? 


No carnall substance is in God, 
Such thought haue not in mynde; 

God is a spirit, and who can 
An image thereof finde ? 

No liknes then there is of God, 
In image wrought by arte, 

In substance, nor in outward fourme, 
Nor any other part. 

Therefore accursed is the worke, 

Reprochefull unto God, 
Whereby the Godhead you compare 

Unto a piece of wood. 


The tree dotli lift itselfe aloft, 
That hath least fruit theron; 

But where great plenty groweth most, 
It boweth down anon. 

So are we proude, and yet but poore, 
No goodnes we haue here : 

Though we lyue well, yet euermore 
Let us fall downe in feare. 

And so not in our rightuousnes, 

But for his mercie s sake, 
To God in tyme of troubles great 

Our prayers we will make. 

As unto godly workes in Christ 

We all be created ; 
So let us warely walke therein, 

As God hath ordayned ; 

Forsaking all our former synnes, 
Renude in hart and mynde, 

Least unto Christ our Sauiour 
We shew our selues unkvnde ; 


Who by his death dyd us rcdeeme, 

Not to our selues to lyue, 
Out unto him, his lyfe for us 

That did so freely gvue. 

() God, be mercyfull to us, 

And blesse us plenteously ; 
The brightnes of thy countenance 

Shew us continually. 

That we on earth thy waies inai learn. 

And euer thinkc thereon, 
And that all nations here may know 

Thy sailing health alone. 



Loin* Jesus, let thy holy eyes reflect 
Their influence vpon my earthen state : 
Thy heauenly presence is a faire aspect ; 
There doth my soule delight to speculate : 
For by those starres I best can calculate 
My lot of grace, which neuer is deni d 
To him that viewes this Christ thus cruciffd, 

Hut O ! the organ of this holy speech 
That breatheth life to euerv faithfull eare ! 


This holy one his holy word did preach; 
He giues for nothing what would cost vs deare, 
And makes assurance where before was feare. 

Lord lesus, giue me knowledge in thy teaching ; 

I shall lesse neede these times contentious 

His breath he formeth into holy prayer, 
Which doth ascend the throne of maiestie : 
For vs poore men all his petitions were ; 
He aduocates for vs perpetuallie. 
Thinke ye the Father will his Sonne denie ! 
What neede I for more Intercessors care, 
When holy Christ doth intercede his prayer? 

Thou splendor of thy Father s maiestie ; 
Thou God of God; thou man, all men s redeemer; 
Thou king of lewes, thou Christ they crucifie; 
Thou one wherein all graces treasured are ; 
Thou mercifull, thou all, thou euery where ; 

To thee, O Sauiour lesus! I repaire ; 

Exhibite, Lord, my pardon in thy prayer. 

Pardon my youthfull sinning, and my old ; 
Pardon my secrete and reuealed ones; 
Pardon my errours, that be manifold ; 
Pardon committings and omitions; 
Pardon my nature stayned with corruptions. 

Lord, pardon all, in all I haue offended ; 

Thy pardon free, to all be it extended. 




From "A Frtndly Lamm, or faythfull irarnynge to the 
trnehtirted subiectes of England. Discoueryng the actes 
and malicious myndes of those obstinate and rebellious Pa 
pists that li,>}>e (an they term it) to haue theyr golden day." 

\\ HAT mcanes tlic ragynge mindes 

Of crucll carelesse sorte, 
To raunge with rage, whose chollor hot 

They cleeme a sweete disj>orte ? 

Or why do Papistes mutter so 

In euery corner now 
Such tidinges straunge, as scarsly they 

In triall dare auow . 

Tlieir tongues to tell forth lies 

They dayly do iniploy : 
To sclaunder truth and godly men 

They take exceeding ioy. 

As rechlesse forth they raunge, 

Regarding nought at all ; 
Some line in hope againe to see 

The worship of God Baall. 

And still they boast therof, 

As peruerse Papistes will : 
They s|)it their poison where they please, 

As Hydra s whelps full ill. 


And here they prie, and there they spie, 

Their equals forth to finde ; 
And oft in Paules they parley forth 

Their spiteful cankered minde. 

Yea, still they talke of nevves, 
And then their mindes they say : 

But partinge then, " Adew," saithe one, 
" Unto the golden day : 

"When wee shall haue our wils 
And purpose come to passe ; 

And eke enioy, as wee doo wish, 
Our long-desired masse. 

"And then shall goe to wracke 
The broode that Luther bred : 

Olde custome shall supplie the Churche, 
Whiche errour now hath fed." 

Thus prate they as they liste, 

In secret muttringe sorte ; 
Not basshing suche pernitious talke 

To parley and reporte. 

Some wish the Basan bull 

Might haue the rulinge sway ; 

Who (as they boast) shall them restoare 
Unto there golden day. 

Some wish the waueringe Moone 
Might quite eclips the Sunne : 

And thus before their vvittes, wee see, 
Some Papistes tounges doo runnc. 

Some wish the redcombde bird might crow, 

And beare away the game: 
But yet his combe may hap be cut, 

For practisinge the same. 


And longe this sauage crewe 

Of Bonner made account, 
To throne of London s rule againe 

In golden day should mount ; 

Who then would make our Protestants 

The cuckoe s songe to singe ; 
Or els with faggottes firie flames 

To ruine them to bringe. 

But (iod berefte tlieir hope, 

Which vainely fed their minde: 

And unto his elected churche 
A pleadge of loue assinde. 

For when they bragged most 

To haue tliere golden day, 
Then God by death did ouerthrowe 

The piller of their staye. 

And then they hunge their heades, 
As men that wanted braynes ; 

And sobbingly did shewe by sighes 
Their straunge tormenting paynes. 

Some then were drownd in deepe dispaire, 

That longe in hope did Hue: 
Yea, some did showe with streame.s, 

What griefe his death did giue. 

Thus were the Papistrs drench t 

In fluddes of flowinge woe: 
As plainely men might see and vew 

By their externall shoe. 


But harke ! ye Balaams blind, 

Of popish saincts ye bee; 
The darknesse with cleare light 

At iio time can agree. 


Can Christe and Belliall loue? 

Can truth a falsehood bee ? 
Or shall the goates expulse the lambes 

From heaven? confesse to mee. 

No more can you his sainctes, 

The flocke of God, deface ; 
Ne yet his pardon graunt to you 

In heauen a resting-place. 

But yet if cursed cruell Cain, 
Which shed iust Abel s blood, 

For homicide shall vvinne the heauens, 
Then Christ shall doo you good. 

[f Arius, that heretique, 

Enioy felicitie ; 
Then shall your pope, and you his sainctes, 

Which are as ill as he. 

If ludas for betraying Christe 
Shall raigne in heauen on hie ; 

So shall the pope, and you his sainctes ; 
I can it not denie. 

If Mahomet, that prophete false, 

Eternitie doo gaine ; 
Then shall the pope, and you his sainctes, 

In heauen be sure to raigne. 

If Julius Apostata 

With Christe a place possesse ; 
So shall the pope, and you his sainctes ; 

Of force I must confesse. 

Hut harke! prepare your cares to heart* 

What tidinges I shall tell: 
As these for their most wicked Hues 

Did sincke downe into hell; 


So shall the pope and all his saincts, 

Unlesse they doo repent, 
Receiue like hyre, when Christ from heauen 

To iudge us shal be sent. 

For none more prone then he 

The truthe for to withstand ; 
And none more apte then are his saincts 

To take the sworde in hand, 

To fight against God s heauenly truth, 
And those that loue the same : 

Such zeale haue they vnto the drosse 
That pel tinge popes did frame. 

What truth their doctrine hath, 

Is easie for to trie : 
A man may iudge the fruites thereof, 

That hath but halfe an eie. 

But God from heauen with vengeance hot 
This monster vile will blast ; 

Yea, he will breake the crewe 

Of all the popish brood, 
That hope to haue a golden day 

To shed more martyrs bloud. 

Yea, Christ wil swage the greedy thirst 

Of cruell carelesse Cain, 
Which persecute his members still. 

And put his saincts to paine. 

He will not leaue his Churche 

To languish in distresse. 
Though he permit some tirants still 

Hir children to oppresse : 

ns. 34 


But as a faithfull husband sure 

He doth his Church regard, 
And at the last amidst his wrath 

His foes will sure reward. 
Yea, he will breake the jawes 

Of antichrist so wood, 
Which greedely his vvoluish thirst 

Dotli quench with martyrs bloud. 

* * * * * * 

Then thinke ye, papists prowd, 

The mighty God cloth sleepe, 
Because ye scape unplagued yet, 

That kill his simple sheepe ? 

No ! God beholds your rage, 

He sees his people s griefe; 
And, to decay your force in time, 

Will graunt his saincts reliefe. 


Then haue we not a golden daye ! 

The Lorde prolonge the same ! 
That in his feare henceforth we may 

Practise our Hues to frame; 
And so be thankfull to our God 

For these his giftes of grace, 
That he may still behold our daies 

With his most louyng face ; 
That all our wordes and deedes henceforth 

May learne so to accorde, 
That we with harts unfained may 

Still Hue and laude the Lorde: 
And next our gracious Queene 

So honour and obaye, 
That England may be freed still 

From papists golden daye ; 


Which unto those that feare the Lord, 

And lone his veritie, 
Through rigor and extorted force 

A dismall daie would be. 

From which, Lord, fende thy littel flocke. 

And giue our foes a fall : 
Confound those cruell Caines, O Lord, 

That for a chaunge do call. 

And so thy truth do grafte 

Within our tender hart, 
That from thy truth and testament 

No daunger cause us start. 

Confound the rage of rebels stout ; 

Lord, be our strength and towre : 
As from the Turke, so shield us, Lord, 

From force of popish powre. 

Abate their pride, which wilfull be, 

In lingringe hope to staie ; 
Protect thy fold, defend thy churche 

From papists golden daye. 

Aduauncc: thy gospell still, 

Let not thy praise decaie : 
Stretch forth thine arme, and shield us still 

From papists golden daie. 

Let all that loue thy testament 

With harts unfayned praie, 
That neuer more in England here 

The pope haue golden daie. 

Increase the number of thy folde ; 

Thy mercie, Lord, displaie ; 
Prolonge amonge thy simple sheepe 

This happy golden daie : 


That we thy pasture may attaine, 

And so thy worde obaie, 
That we at no time neede to feare 

The papists golden daie. 

Come, hast thy kingdome, mighty God, 
Come, Jesus Christ, we praie ; 

That all our foes may learne and know 
We haue a golden daie. 

Our realme and queen defend, dere God, 
With hart and minde I praie; 

That by thy aide hir grace may keepe 
The papists from their daie. 

Hir health, hir wealth, and vitall race, 

In mercy longe increase ; 
And graunt that ciuill warre and strife 

In England still may cease. 

Confound the purpose and deuise 
Of all that carelesse crewe, 

Which seeke by force for to withstand 
Thy worde and gospell trewe. 

Preserue the counsell of this realme, 
Let thy Sprite be their staie ; 

That they their councell may imploy 
To breake the papistes* daie. 

Sende preachers true, good Lord, 

Thy gospell to display; 
That by their trauell they may let 

The papists golden day. 

The commons of this realme defend, 
That loue may ay abound; 

And graunt obedience to our queene 
May euermore be found: 

STANZAS. -533 

That as she faithfull is 

Hir suhiectes ay to loue, 
So true and trustie unto hir 

Our hartes may cuer proue. 
Thus shall the mighty God 

Be our defence and stay, 
And keepe the cruell papists still 

From their longe-wished day. 

And we shall haue, as God do graunt 

To papists swift decay, 
The worde of grace sincerely preacht, 

Which is our golden day. 

Which to continew longe, 

To God let us all pray : 
Whose glorious name be lauded still 

For this our golden day. 




From The Wisdom of Solomon Paraphrased." 
A Jove tnrgit opus. 


WISEDOME, elixer of the purest life, 
Hath taught hir lesson to iudicial views, 
To those that iuclge a cause and end a strife, 
Which sits in Judgement s seat, and iustice use ; 
A lesson worthy of diuinest care, 
Quintessence of a true diuinest feare. 

Vnwilling that exordium should retaine, 
Her life-infusing speech doth thus begin : 
You (quoth shee) that giue remedy or paine, 
Love iustice ; for iniustice is a sin. 

Giue vnto God his due, his reuerent stile ; 

And rather vse simplicity then guile. 
For him that guides the radiant eie of day, 
Sitting in his star-chamber of the skie, 
The horizons and hemcspheres obay, 
And vvindes, the fillers of vacuitie : 

Much lesse shuld man tempt God, when all 

But rather be a guide and leade the way. 

For temting argues but a sin s attempt ; 

Temptation is to sin associate : 

So doing, thou from God art cleane exempt, 

Whose loue is neuer placde in his loue s hate : 
He will be found not of a tempting minde, 
But found of those which he doth faithfull finde. I 


Temptation rather sejxirates from God, 
Conucrting goodnes from the thing it was ; 
Heaping the indignation of his rod 
To bruse our bodies like a brittle glasse : 

For wicked thoughts haue still a wicked end, 
In making God our foe, which was our frend. 

They muster up reuenge, encamp our hate, 
Vndoing what before they meant to do, 
Stirring up anger and vnluckie fate ; 
Making the earth their friend, the heauen their 

foe : 
Hut when heauen s Guide makes manifest his 


The earth, their frinds, doth them like foes de- 

O foolish men, to warre against your blissc ! 
O hatefull harts, where wisedome neuer raign d ! 
() wicked thoughts, which euer thought amisse! 
What have you reapt ? what pleasure haue you 
gain d . 

A fruite in shew, a pleasure to decay ; 

This haue you got by keeping follie s way. 

For wisedome s haruest is with follie nipt, 
And with the winter of your vice s frost 
Her fruite all scattered, her implanting ript, 
Her name decayed, her fruition lost: 
Nor can she prosper in a plot of vice, 
Gaining no summer s warmth, but winter s ice. 

Thou barren earth, where vertues neuer bud, 
Thou fruitles worn be, where neuer fruits abide ; 
And tliou, drie-withered sap, which bears no good, 
But the dishonor of thy prowd heart s* pride ; 
A seate of al deceit, deceit deceaude, 
Thv blisse a woe, thv woe of blisse bereaude. 


This place of night hath left no place for day ; 
Here neuer shines the sunne of discipline : 
But mischiefe clad in sable night s array, 
Thought s apparition, euill angell s signe ; 

These raigne enhoused with their mother night, 
To cloude the day of clearest wisedom s light. 


O GOD of fathers, Lord of heau n and earth, 
Mercie s true soueraigne, pittie s portraiture, 
King of all kings, a birth surpassing birth, 
A life immortall, essence euer pure ; 

Which with a breath ascending from thy thought 
Hast made the heau ns of earth, the earth of 

Thou which hast made mortalitie for man, 
Beginning life to make an end of woe, 
Ending in him what in himselfe began, 
His earth s dominion, through thy wisedome s 


Made for to rule according to desart, 
And execute reuenge with upright heart. 

Behold a crowne, but yet a crowne of care ; 

Behold a scepter, yet a sorrovve s guise ; 

More than the ballance of my head can beare, 

More than my hands can hold, wherein it lies : 
My crowne doth want supportance for to beare, 
My scepter wanteth empire for to weare. 

A leglesse body is my kingdome s mappe, 
Limping in follie, halting in distresse : 
Giue me thy wisedome, Lord, my better happe, 
Which may my follie cure, my griefe redresse : 

O let me not fall in obliuion s caue ; 

Let wisedome be my baile, for her I craue. 


Behold thy seruant pleading for his hire, 
As an apprentice to thy gospel s word ; 
Behold his poore estate, his hot-cold fire, 
His weake-strong limmes, his mery woes record: 

Borne of a woman, woman-like in woe ; 

They weake, they feeble are, and I am so. 

My time of life is as an houre of day, 
Tis as a day of months, a month of yeeres ; 
It neuer comes againe, but fades away, 
As one morne s sunne about the hemispheres : 
Little my memory, lesser my time, 
But least of all my vnderstanding s prime. 

Say that my memory should neuer die : 
Say that my time should neuer loose a glide : 
Say that myselfe had earthly maiestie, 
Seated in all the glory of my pride : 

Yet if discretion did not rule my minde, 
My raigne would be like fortune s, follie- 
blind ; 

My memory a pathway to my shame, 
My time the looking-glasse of my disgrace, 
My selfe resemblance of my scorned name, 
My pride the puffed shadow of my face : 

Thus should I be remembered, not regarded ; 

Thus should my labours end, but not rewarded. 

What were it to be shadow of a king ? 
A vanitie 
A vanitie 
A vanitie 

to weare a shadow d crowne ? 
to loue an outward thing ? 
vaine shadowes of renowne : 

This king is king of shades, because a shade; 
A king in shew, though not in action made. 

His shape haue I, his cognisance I weare, 
A smoaky vapour hem d with vanitie ; 


Himselfe I am, his kingdome s crowne I beare, 
Vnlesse that wisedome change my liuerie : 

A king I am, God hath inflamed me, 

And lesser than I am I cannot be. 


THE birds forsooke the ayre, the sheepe the fould, 
The eagle pitched low, the swallow hie, 
The nightingale did sleepe, and vncontrouled 
Forsoke the prickle of her nature s eie : 

The seely worme was friends with all her foes, 
And suckt the devv-teares from the weeping rose. 

The sparrow tunde the larke s sweet melody, 
The larke in silence sung a dirge of dole, 
The linnet helpt the larke in malady, 
The swans forsooke the quire of billow-roule ; 
The drie-land foule did make the sea their nest, 
The wet-sea fish did make the land their rest. 
The swans, the queristers which did complaine 
In inward feeling of an outward losse, 
And filde the quire of waues with lauing paine, 
(Yet dauncing in their waile with surges tosse,) 
Forsooke her cradle-billovv-mountaine bed, 
And hies her vnto land there to be fed. 

Her sea-fare now is land-fare of content ; 

Okie change is changed new, yet all is change ; 

The fishes are her food, and they are sent 

Vnto drie land, to creep, to feed, to range : 
Now coolest water cannot quench the fire, 
But makes it proud in hottest hot desire. 

The eu ning of a day is morne to night, 
The eu ning of a night is morne to day ; 
The one is Phcebe s clime, which is pale-bright, 
The other Phoebus , in more light array : 


Slice makes the mountaines limp in chil-cokl 

snowe ; 
Hoe melts their eies, and makes them weep for 


His beanies, ambassadors of his hot will, 
Through the transparent element of aire 
Doth only his warme embassage fulfill, 
And melts the icie iaw of Phoebe s heyre: 

Yet these, though firie flames, could not thaw 

Nor breake the frosty glew of winter s mould. 

Here nature slue herselfe, or at the least 
Did take the passage of her hot aspects : 
All things haue nature to be worst or best, 
And must encline to that which she aflects : 
But nature mist herselfe in this same part, 
For she was weake, and had not nature s hart. 

Twas God which made her weake, and made her 


Resisting vice, assisting righteousness ; 
Assisting and resisting right and wrong, 
Making this epilogue in equallness : 

Twas God, his people s aid, their wisedome s 

In whom I did begin, with whom I end. 

A love suryit opus dc love finit opus. 


From " An Epitaphe upon the Death of Mayster John Viron, 

FROM pasture unto pasture he dyd thee bryng to 

And never ceased to make thee from fayth to 

fayth proceede. 
There restes no more for you hys paynes now to 

But so to walke as he you taught, and speake of 

hym the ryght. 

And thou, O England, now, to ende and mone 
wyth theese, 

Lament thou mayst also wyth us, a woorkeman 
thus to leese. 

Thy harvest is so great, and laborers so fewe ; 

Yea, of those fewe some loyterers full yll them 
selves do she we. 

And let us hereby take a warning to us all, 

That seeing harvest is so great, and woorkemen s 

nomber small, 
Our fruit must needes be lost, ourselves to famishe 

Our land layde lyke a wyldernes, and brought at 

length to nought. [great, 

But thou, O Lorde and God of this our harvest 
Spare thou our woorkemen, and more send, that 

labour will with sweate ; 

That, as we mone for John environed by death, 
Thou wylt us glad wyth many a Paule enspirde 

with heavenly breath. 


From "A Plaine Pathway to Perfect 1Z(." 

You, readers, marke this well, and printe this in 

your harte, 
And do not as the partridge doth, at every thinge 

to starte ; 

At every winde tliat blowes, it runnes in wods to lie, 
And every childe that throwes a stone doth make 

the partridge flie. 
Now, as I trust you will plant this within your 

It shall incourage me to write the way to perfit rest. 

When I did call to minde what cures we have in 

This one chief clause I finde, most mindefull to 

beware. [beare ; 

Wee know what God hath wil d to do, or to for- 
Yet willingly we yeelde from safetie unto snare. 
And therefore in this case my judgement doth ad- 

That knowledge without grace is worse then 


W T ee know what thanckes wee owe to God for all 
his giftes ; 

Yet contrary we showe to him ourselves unthriftes : 

The good from evill we see in all our daily driftes; 

Yet to do good we flee, for lacke of grace s giftes. 

Then may we use this frase, most nice in remem- 

That knowledge without grace is worse than igno 



From "A Discription of Norton s Falcehood of Yorkshyre, 
and of His fatall FareweL " 

IF God command the wyndes to cease, 
His blastes are layd full low : 

If God command the seas to calme, 
They wyll not rage or flow. 

All thinges at God s commandement be 1 , 

If he their state regarde : 
And no man lives whose destinie 

By him is unpreparde. 

But when a man forsakes the ship, 
And rowles in wallowing waves ; 

And of his voluntarie wyll 

His owne good hap depraves; 

How shal he hope to scape the gulfe . 
How shal he thinke to deal ? 

How shal his fansie bring him round 
To saftie s shore with sayle ? 

How shall his fraight in fine succede ? 

Alas ! what shall he gayne ? 
What feare by storms do make him quake, 

How ofte subjecte to payne ! 

How sundrie times in danger s den 
Is throwne the man unvvyse ! 

Who climes withouten holde on hye, 
Beware, I him advise. 




THK wretched seas of worldly pleasures vayne, 
The mischiefea and the liarmes that come therehy, 
The flattering showes that trouble most the brayne, 
The noysome lusts and fancies there that lie, 
That causers are of euerlasting payne, 

I will declare, and which way we should runne, 
What course to keep, what dangers we should 

\\ ithiu these seas, when first we enter in, 
\\ hen first to wind our sayles committed be, 
When pleasantly on calmed streames we swimme, 
A mightie rocke we straight at hand may see, 
All massif gold, all deckt and garnisht trimme : 
The compasse great with corners out doth lye, 
The height whereof doth reach the starrie skye: 

A stately rocke beset with diamonds fayre, 
And powldred round about with rubies red, 
Where emeralds greene do glister in the ayre, 
With mantle blue of saphyres ouerspred ; 
Where wants no stone that Nature can rcpayre : 
Another heauen for the time it seemes, 
And oft for heauen foolish man it deemes. 


With swelling sandes it lyes encompast round, 
And many a ragged reach it sendeth out, 
Whereby a thousand thousands haue bin drown d; 
Yet neuer cease they for to sayle about, 
In gazing still vpon this gorgeous ground, 
Till on the sands with hasty course they slide, 
And lose themselues vpon this piere of pride. 

No danger greater shalt thou lightly find, 
That more mishap or mischiefe more doth make, 
Then this, that plucks away eche mortall minde, 
And causeth him contrary course to take ; 
Who, forward bent with foolish pride-puft winde, 
Forsakes the way, till keele on sands he knocke, 
And dasheth all asunder on this rocke. 
A wretched rocke, that, mounting to the skye, 
Contenting not himselfe with earthly spoyle, 
Once ouerthrew the angels sitting bye, 
And cast them headlong from their happy soyle 
To darkest place, where wayling now they lye : 
The chiefe estates and princes here below 
Haue right good cause this dangerous place to 

* * * * * 

Fly thou this rocke, and take good heede thereto : 
For whoso keepes this dreadfull dangerous way, 
Will runne the race that him will quite vndoe, 
And misse the marke, by sayling thus astray, 
That should him bring this happie hauen to. 
No greater harme can hap to mortall kinde, 
Then for to runne upon this danger blind. 
For whoso once vpon the same doth fall, 
Forgetteth God, forgets his owne estate ; 
Of good or vertue makes no count at all, 
So he may line aloft without a mate ; 
And, for t attayne a little glory small, 


He nought esteemes of mighty Loue his wrath, 
Though nought hauc greater perill then pride 


Hut to auoyde this rocke and hazzard great, 
Strike thou thy sayles, and heare thy count nance 


Shun sumptuous shew, regard not lordly seate, 
Nor to he knowne : seeke rather God to know, 
Who, heing Lord and Prince of glory great, 
In poore attire, and simple shew beside, 
Came down from hie, to teach vs to shun pride. 

Remember still how that the lofty mindes, 
That in this world doe seeke to glister so, 
Hlowne on this rocke by fond vaine-glorious winds, 
Fall headlong downe to euerlasting woe, 
Where no release of torments they shall finde ; 
Hut as they wont in colours bright to goe. 
So bright in flames of fire shall overthrow. 




ALL glorie vnto God, 

The guider of the iust : 
Blest be his name in heauen and earth, 

Whereto the righteous trust 
Repaire his tempels to, 

Him worship and adore ; 
Alleluiah sing and say 

To him for euermore. 
He is the God of grace, 

Whose kingdome knovves none end ; 
A mightie God, from all annoies 

That can his flock defend. 
Most mercifull is he 

To such as do repent, 
Forgiuing them which for their sins 

Are sorie and lament. 
Laud we his holy name, 

As dutie doth command ; 
Each tongue sound out his majesty ; 

Adore him, sea and land. 
My heart, my tongue and voice 

Shall play the organ pipes 
In praysing him, out of the skore 

Our desperate debts which wipes. 
No time will I let slip, 

If God do giue me grace, 
Great thanks to render to his name, 

Which filleth every place. 





Do tyrannies teache their people s heartes 

To iolowe pitie s trade ? 
Or is it seene that wyttie lawes 

Of foolyshe men be made ? 

Or can a drunkarde grauely yeelde 

An aunswere to tlie wyse ? 
Or may a foole in wayghtie thynges 

Declare a good deuysc ? 

As they, euen so lyke power haue you 

Good order for to plant 
In commonwealth; when as your wyttes 

And workes all order want. 

You also earnestly pretende, 

As with religious face, 
To roote out scismes, and error voyde. 

And set the trueth in place. 

Yet, venimoua deceaucrs, least 

You mynde the same intent, 
But make religion for a cloke 

To couer that is ment; 

And under subtyll clause contayne 

A venimous deuyse ; 
As eche may see, who marketh howe 

Your cauels do aryse. 

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For though you stoode in mayntenaunce 

Of trueth, as you not so, 
But in such false opinion erre 

As is to trueth a foe ; 

Yet ought you not agaynst your prince 

A weapon for to beare ; 
Synce that the perfect loue of God 

Consysteth in the feare 

Of Hym, an in the duetie done 

Unto the ruling throne 
Of earthly magistrates, whereto 

The scriptures bynde eche one. 

But you rebellious, voyde of grace, 

As not in your defence, 
Through any cause compellyng you, 

Deuise a vayne pretence : 

But make a quarrell, and aryse 
Agaynst your prince s myght, 

Whose state you seeme for to disdayne, 
And dealynges to dispyght. 

Oh blynded you ! and do you demo 

That of a godly sonne, 
Who sees his father do amyss, 

It were a thyng well done, 

That he his father shoulde correct 
Or punyshe ? no, you knowe : 

Much lesse likewise shoulde you presume 
Lyke rygour for to showe 

Agaynst your princesse, who would guyde 
Your footsteppes to the lyght ; 

But, wylfull subiectes, you despyse 
The day, and loue the nyght. 


And further, though the wicked syer 

Shoulde seenie tor to prouoke 
His well-disposed sonne to yll, 

Through force of strype or stroke ; 

Tliynke you the divide in his defence 

May offer strype agayne ? 
No, no ; his bounden duetie is 

For to forbeare the paync. 
And in lyke case the suhiectes ought 

Their soueraigne to obey, 
As to forbeare, and not reuenge, 

Though in their power they may. 
For as the divide by nature is 

Unto the father bounde ; 
And as it is the father s ryght 

Of sonne to be renownde ; 

So lykcwyse are the subiectes tlirall 

Unto their princes wyll, 
By perfect duetie to obay, 

Forbeare, and honor stvll. 



From "An Answere to the Proclamation)" etc 

To all the olde and Catholike, 

That be of such religion 
As you be, that be franticke madde, 

And foolish of opinion, 


You write; that they your minde may know, 

And you their mind againe, 
Whether they meane to take your part, 

And so in fielde be slaine. 

No faithfull man, you may be sure, 
Will lyke your crooked style : 

Also your trayne, if they be wise, 
Will lyke it but a whyle. 

Chorath, Dathan, and Abiram, 

Or else Achitophell, 
With Absalon, Adoniah, 

Of their olde faith ye smell. 

In deede your olde religion 

Is waren stale for age : 
Ye meane to make it new againe 

With mightye rebels rage. 

You shall haue much adoe, be sure, 
Though you thinke nothing so : 

You haue to long a time sit still, 
And suffered truth to growe. 

When God and prince is ioynde in one 

For to defende the truth, 
And you against them stande in fielde ; 

Marke then what it ensuth : 

The mine of the contrarie 

Must needes with speede be scene, 
For troubling still the flocke of Christ, 

And such a quiet queene. 




() GRACIOUS God, bowe downc thine eare 

To me, that prostrate stand, 
And graunt my prayer may be |>erfourmde 

With thy most mightie hand. 

Graunt, Lord, that our most gracious queene, 

Elizabeth by name, 
May florish still in happie state 

And euerlasting fame. 

Graunt that her highnesee Hue and raigne 

In health and perfect peace: 
Graunt that her foes may be cut of; 

Her friends, O Lord, encrease. 

Graunt that her counsaile still may line, 

To do that which is right, 
For safetie of her person, and 

This realme, both day and night. 

Graunt that the nobles of estate, 

And lords of high renowne, 
May line in duetie to their prince, 

And true still to the crowne. 

Graunt, Lord, that pastors see dischargdc 

Their dueties in this land, 
To beate downe sinne and wickcdnesse, 

Which hath the vpper hand. 


Graunt Justices may haue a care 

To doe that which is right, 
That widdovves nor the fatherlesse 

Be not opprest by might. 

Graunt, Lord, that they may still defend 
The straunger and the poore, 

Who sundry tymes by violence 
Is thrust cleane out of doore. 

God graunt that children now may growe 

Obedient as they ought ; 
And that their parents haue a care 

They may be duely taught 

Their duetie to the God of heauen, 
Their parents and their peeres; 

So shall they better teach their owne, 
When that they come of yeeres. 

God graunt that seruants may haue care 

To doe their duetie still ; 
First to please God, to Hue in feare, 

And doe their maisters will. 

God graunt we may forgiue our foes, 

Reuengement for to shunn : 
For God a iust reuenger is 

Of wrongs that hath bene donn. 

Thus of my prayer I make an ende : 
God graunt our endes be good ; 

That we may rest with Christ himself, 
Who bought vs with his blood ! 


nit kl An l.fntnphe upon the wi tliy ami ln norahle Laity, 
the lM<{y A/iou /ps." 

DEATH made her free from worldly carke, 

From sicknes, paine, and strife; 
And hath ben as a gate to bringe 

Her to eternall life. 
By death therefore she hath receivde 

A greater hoone, \ knowe : 
For she hath made a chaunge, whose blisse 

No mortall wight can showe. 
She here hath loste the companie 

Of lords and ladies brave, 
Of husband, children, frendes, and kinne, 

And courtly states full grave: 
In lieu whereof she gained hath 

The blessed companie 
( )f sanctes, archangels, patriarches, 

And angelles in degree, 
With all the troupes seraphicall, 

Which in the heavenly bower 
.Melodiously, with one accord, 

Kbuccinate God s power. 

hxamples daily manifolde 

Hefore our eyes we see, 
Which put us in rememberaunce 

( )f our fnigilitie, 
And bid us watch at every tide 

For death, our lurking foe; 
Sith dye we must most certainly, 

Hut when, we do not knowe. 




BY thee the path of heavenly health, by thee true 

faith was showen, 
By thee the fruites of charitie in deedes and 

vvordes were knowen ; 
By thee the inwarde man was clad and nourisht 

verie well ; 
In any soyle scarce is there founde such Jeuelles 

for to dwell. 
Tliy deedes agreed with stedfast wordes fast 

founded on the rocke ; 
To Christian state a father cleare, and patron to 

the flocke, 
Which beares the title of the Church, or Sheepe- 

fould of the Lord, 
Approv d by testimoniall actes, as scriptures do 

If thus much then th accompt was made, what 

creatures can denay 
But England shee too soone hath lost a Juell at 

this day ; 
Whom neither benefite of wealth could cause to 

wander froe 
The compasse of the heauenly card, his dutie to 

bestowe ? 
Amonge his brethrene deare in Christ then, as we 

have begone, [soone ; 

Let us suppose that we have lost this Jucll all too 


Desiring God that, as lie is no doubt with him on hie, 
We may become true Juelles all until the time we die. 

So shall the heavenly verytie most brightly flourish 

still, [hill. 

And spred her branches fayre abroad all over Sion 


THE highest tree is seldome times most sure, 
The swelling floods yeelde ebbes that drench ful 

low ; 

Nothing so firme that alwaies can indure : 
The tydes through time weare out their times, we 

know ; 

The sunne eclips d, the moone bereft of light, 
The day surpris d, the night abandoned quight. 
Houres, dayes, and yeeres, runne out their course 

at last ; 

The candell bright hath his extinct in time : 
None can recall swift time when time is past ; 
What bootes it then for worldly pompe to clime ? 
The watch fonvarnes when as the clock will strike ; 
The cock and clocke are watches botli alike. 
The fairest day assures his glowning houre ; 
The sunshine bright is covered oft with shade : 
.Man s harvest is compared to a flower, 
That unawares doth perish, waste, and fade, 
And whose pride past beares but a withered hue, 
And bendes, and biddes the gardner then adew. 
Our life a larnpe, that for a timo burnes bright ; 
Our lite a spanne, when it is at the best: 
Our life Jissur d of neither day nor night, 
Our life a smoake and unassured rest ; 
Our life, our state, our stay and vital breath, 
Subject unto the sudden call of death. 


btdiizai, from " Elisae s Memoriall," & c. 

(See No. CXXXI.) 

HER scepter was the rule of righteousnes ; 
Her subjects more for love then feare obei d : 
Her government seem d perfect blessednes; 
Her mercie with her justice ever swai d : 
Her bountie, grace, and magnanimitie 
Her princely minde did plainely signifie. 

She was the golden pipe, through which great Jove 
Deriv d to us his blessings manifblde : 
She was the token of his tender love, 
Chearing the hearts of all, both yoong and olde : 
She hath extinguish! all the mistie daies, 
And brought a light more bright then Phcebus 

That glorious light, which did illuminate 
Our harts, which long in darknes had remain d, 
To make us of true light participate, 
Whereby our steps from darknes are refrain d. 
How greatly are we bound to praise the Lord 
For this great blessing of his sacred word ! 


ADAH-K , to overawe, or 
daunt, or keep in subjec 

Ajftj ; to trust, or place con 
fidence in. 

Ainmnt ; around. 

Aliuuntes, alientes ; aliens. 

A mute ; to subdue or daunt. 

Amner ; an almoner. 

A pa itl ; rewarded. 

Arrant ; errand. 

Assoyle; to liberate, set free, 
or to solve. 

Rairht ; bate. 
Hale ; poison. 
Hatful ft ; the most fruitful, 

rich, or productive. 
Redight ; called or named. 
Re f ne ; used for being. 
Rt-liiffht ; committed or en- 
tru-ted, sometimes pro 
mised, commanded, reck 
oned, esteemed, spoken, 
Represt ; opprest. 
Rui; used for have been. 
1 H teeue; belief, or faith. 

Hlture; blind. 
, Rragges ; rejoices. 
j Rrait ; burst. 
I Rraueth ; vies with. 
I Rrent ; burnt. 
: Rnckle ; brittle. 

Cnncred; ill-natured. 
Carke ; care, anxiety. 
dirking ; careful, anxious. 

Carles ; churlish persons. 
Carren ; carrion. 
Chujfe ; a churl, or miser. 
Confracted ; broken. 
L mietise ; covetoirsness. 
Cratch ; a rack. 
Crouch ; crutch. 
Currers; couriers. 

Dankish ; somewhat damp. 

Daze ; to dazzle,, to stun. 

Defusion ; confusion. 

Demisse ; humble. 

Deneere ; a denier, a piece 
of money. 

Despeyred ; a place of de 

Dight ; adorned. 

Ditcreation; a being unmade. 

Dislttked ; dislocated. 

Distraughted ; distracted. 

Distent ; space or length of 
extension, stretched out. 

D upend ; to lay out, or 
spend, or consume. 

Drowping ; drooping. 

F.arst ; before, or at length. 
Ehuccinate; trumpet forth. 
Edifide; built. 
Egrlidate ; used in the sense 

of to mix or mingle with. 
Electre ; apparently used for 

Em ball; used in the sense 

of to contain. 
Einhreu- ; to wet with, steep, 

or moisten. 



Empierced ; pierced through. 
Encleare ; to make cleare, or 

to lighten. 

Enflowering ; full of flowers. 
Engreening ; to make green, j 
Enraunfred ; enranged, or set j 

in order. 

i Enseic ; to follow in order. 
, Eyas; a young hawk, un 
Eyne ; eye. 

Fadome ; fathom. 
Faulters; transgressors. 
Forelay ; to lay wait for, to 

i Faille ; to trample upon, or 

overthrow, sometimes to 

1 Fraight ; fraught. 

Freting ; used in the sense 

of sour. 

Gaill ; prison. 
Ginnes ; engines, or plots. 
Close ; to deceive, or flatter. 
Geere ; furniture, dress. 
Guerdon ; reward. 
Gules; red colour, a term 
in heraldry. 

Harrould ; herald. 
Heast ; behest, command. 
Historial; historical. 
Hoised ; hoisted, raised up 
on high. 

Imbowed ; arched, vaulted, 
used in the sense of empty 
or hollow. 

; Impe ; to lengthen by the ad 
dition of something else, to 
Ingowes; ingots. 

Invulgar; free from vulga 

Itost ; tossed about. 

Lack; lake. 

Maistring ; master-like. 

Malist ; regarded with ill- 

Melts ; meddles, or takes part 

Mingle-mangle; to mix to 
gether, a mixture. 

Moe ; more. 

Mought ; might. 

Mould-warp; a mole-hill. 

Mountuunets ; mountains. 

Moyle; to defile. 

A"e; neither, nor. 
Nould ; would not. 

Opprobryes; shame, con 
tempt, disgrace. 
Ourprest ; overpowered. 

Paint ; pant. 

Portage; used in the sense 
of inheritance. 

Peerelesse; unequalled. 

Perling ; purling, running 
with a murmuring noise as 
a stream or brook. 

Phame ; fame. 

Pight ; placed, or fixed. 

Prief ; proof. 

Propiues ; offers of kindness 
or mercy. 

Proyning ; pruning. 

Purtrayed; portrayed, de 

Rampiers ; ramparts. 
Rebutted; beat back. 
Keede ; precept or advice. 
Retchlesse ; wretched. 
Rood ; cross, representation 

of the crucifixion. 
Rue ; to hear, or attend to. 
Ruth; pity. 
Ruynale ; to fall, also for 

ruinated, brought to ruin, 

thrown down. 



Scarffing ; scoffing. 

Thifakt ; thatched. 

Senses; abbreviation for ex 

Thrid ; thread. 


Tickle : uncertain. 

Sliend ; put to shame. Inns; tunes. 

.Shent ; reproached, blamed. 

Slionne ; shunned. 

Vude ; to fade. 

Shredding ; culling, or de 

Vre ; employ, use. 


.Sindon ; very fine linen. 
SitH .- time, limes, sometimes 
used for since. 

Waren ; worn. 
Waitd ; vexed. 

Slippen : slippy. 
Sttare ; soaring. 
Sola Cement ; solace. 

]l hiltime ; once, sometime. 
Whist ; hushed, silenced. 
l\ ithttnten ; without. 

V.jfs ; >lat-s. 

\Vode ; wide. 

^ti-d ; place, station. 

Wrack ; ruin, or violence 

Sited ; ascended. 
^tintes; limits. 

M Vi/ ; betray. 
Wryeit ; gone astray. 

^tintleste ; unlimited. 

Stuwre: danger or misfortune. 
Submitse ; submissive. 

Yeke ; also, likewise. 
Yernfull; mournful!. 

Stuhhes ; stumps of trees, &c. 

Yertli ; earth. 

Ysteare ; to steer. 

Tearmelesse ; endless. Yirashi ; washed.