speake and giue And wish that I triumphantly might liue They doe not seeke for faults as others doe But doe good deeds and yet are faithfull too They sound no trumpets when they giue their almes They haue in them no peeuish froward qualmes But all in loue and doue-like charitie They giue and giue in Christian veritie Wherefore as is my duty I will pray That God will blesse them all both night and day THE DREAME ON the one and twenti'th day Of the pleasant moneth of May To a groue I did repare All alone to take the aire Sweete it was and fresh and greene Decked like a Summer Queene Where abiding priuately I did here fine melodie Philomel did chaunt and sing Welcomming the cheerefull spring Euery bird did straine her throate Warbling out her pretie note Walking there a little space At last I went with nimble trace To a riuer somewhat neere That had water pure and cleere Fishes there did leape and play Swannes did sing their roundelay So I set me downe to rest In a place that lik't me best And beeing there a little while Slumber did mine eies beguile Till at last a sleepe did take me That no noise till night could wake mee The place was sure and I was bold The aire was pure not hot nor cold My pillowes were greene grasse and flowers The willowes were my shadie bowres My little dogge did so attend mee That no creature could offend mee In this sleepe good Christian people I dreamed of a Church and steeple Which at first my thought was bare As many other ruines are Weather-beaten and much worne Rag'd deformed crackt and torne Without battlement or grace Too too meane for such a place For my thought this Church did stand In best citie of this land And for seate and eminence Had the cheife preheminence Wondrous great it was in sight And of admirable height King and people might it see How it was in pouertie And all strangers well might say 'T were pittie it should so decay Where Gods word is well regarded And his Preachers are rewarded In this dreame though fast I slept Yet with teares I truely wept And did pray that God would blesse Such as would this Church redresse After teares were ouer-past Ioy did visite me at last For my thought this Church was mended And the steeple was befriended Fashions many I did see Er'e any fashion pleased me One as before a seemely spire Which was burned downe with fire One like Pulchres one like Bowe One like Boston was I trowe One Grantham like I did espie But his toppe stood not awry And many other I did see In this dreaming fantasie But that which seemed to be best Followes after all the rest Which if your pleasure be to read You 'l say it was the best indeede My thought the steeple was ta'ne downe Lower then the Churches crowne And suddenly was rais'd againe With good labour not in vaine Square it was as t' was before Twelue foote higher t' was and more Round the toppe a battlement Seemely faire and excellent Aboue that battlement full high Foure pinacles I did espie Hollow and of stone so sure That till doomes day would endure On the toppe of euery one Was a little spire of stone At the feete whereof there went A little pretty battlement Round about these battlements Were fine phanes and ornaments By whose motion without stay Droue the crowes and kites away In each phane was guilt the Coate Of benefactors of best note And in a place conuenient On th' inside of each battlement A poesie thus was set in gold As vnderneath you may behold All glorie be to God on hie And to this Church prosperitie These pinacles foure pictures had Which to see did make me glad That which stood next to the West Had his face towards the East Looking with maiesticke grace For to see his Sauiours face A King he was a Crowne he wore God blesse him now and euermore For sure as London hath a Thames It was the picture of King Iames His Armes were in the highest phane And then many noble man Had their Armes vnder His Round that battlement I wisse Like to spangles they did show Vnto such as were below And they that did to th'toppe resort Might say it did belong to 'th Court His Kingly motto there was plac'd Which the Pinacle most grac'd Euill come to illintenders Good to all true Faiths Defenders THEN I lookt to that i' th East Where a Bishop was at least Opposite vnto the King Which to me much ioy did bring In one hand he had a Booke Wherein he seemed for to looke In a sweete and reu'rend wise Well beseeming such a guise His other hand did touch his tongue And a sentence thus he sung To my Sauiour I le be true And this Church shall haue her due On the toppe his Scutchion stood Which to see it did mee good Vnder that were all others Which by calling were his brothers This Pinacle did plainely show The reu'rend Bishops did it owe And the Clergie with them ioynd Because they would not be behind THEN I saw towards the North Another pinacle of worth Where was sitting in a chaire One resembling a Lord Maior The Cittie Armes were highest there Vnder that all Citties were A Shippe was carued there also As if shee on the Sea did goe Then a motto there was set Which the Citie grace did get Walworth killed rebell Straw Cause he spurn'd gainst King and Law So by our truth and industrie God makes our Citie multiply Let rebels swagger how they will We will bee true and loyall still This pinacle belongs to'th'Citie The motto is more true then wittie THEN to the South I turn'd mine eie And in that Pinacle did spie A Country-man the plough to hold A comely Farmer somewhat old A Wheat-sheafe was his Armes I trowe And the rest that stood belowe Were implements of husbandrie Set in the phanes most handsomely And his motto thus was fram'd As here vnderneath is nam'd Plaine I am as you may see Yet the Best growe rich by me TVVIXT each Pinacle there was Pyramides that did surpasse For beautie and for seemely forme Strong enough for any storme In the middle of each square There they stood and placed were One had the picture of a Queene The fairest that mine eyes haue seene Who surely as I 'm honest man Seem'd to be our Royall Anne For it had such Maiestie Ioyn'd with gentle clemencie That certainely it was the same Which before I seem'd to name Her motto on the same was set Which I neuer shall forget Faire without and grace within Are beauties fit for Church and Queene And the poesie generall Which I named first of all That was placed in degree As high as all the others be All glorie be to God on high c. THE second Pyramides had The picture of a royall Lad Which I imagin'd euer since Did resemble Charles our Prince By each part of
THE COMPLAINT OF PAVLES TO ALL CHRISTIAN SOVLES OR an humble Supplication To our good King and Nation For Her newe Reparation Written by HENRIE FARLEY Amore Veritate Reuerentia Printed by CANTRELL LEGGE 1616. The Booke to the Reader If you will iudge me my good friend First reade me thorough to the ende If all be well you may commend me If ought amisse I pray amend me For euery one should gladly doe The same he would be done vnto I Poore Paules deiected and distressed yet beeing in the best prospect and taller then all my fellowes doe see or at least may see if my windowes be eyes many stately monuments houses and other things builded and done within these fewe yeeres some for Honour some for profit some for Beautie some for pleasure some for health and recreation some for Royall entertainments and sports and many for charitable vses And I haue seene the Globe burnt and quickly made a Phoenix Q. But who sees me A. Who sees thee not Tunc etiam spero And hope will still though still I haue the worst For wer't not for some hope my Heart would burst Before the Complaint is added a Prologue and after the same an Epilogue and a Dreame 1. THe Prologue is a charge giuen by the Church to this Booke namely that it should disperse it selfe to the Court Clergie Cities and Countries to search and finde out all such as are Royally Graciously Honourably Religiously Vertuously Charitably and Bountifully minded towards the repaire thereof To the ende that Their lights shining in such a glorious worke of Pietie may thereby illuminate and inflame the hearts of all others to be willing Benefactors Contributors and Coadiutors to the same 2. The Epilogue discouereth a Iew-rie of Knights of the Post that in this and in all other Pious Designes will euer sweare to the contrarie 3. The Dreame is a Vision which the Author saw in his sleepe shewing the manner and fashion how as he thought the said Church and steeple were beautified and repaired THE PROLOGVE And first to the Court. FLIE little Booke from East vnto the West From North to South or where thou likest best Search Brittaine out in all Her better parts Amongst the Noblest and the Worthiest hearts But first as dutie bindeth take thy wing And flie to Faiths Defender IAMES my King Beseech His Highnesse by all meanes that bee That as S. Albons He would pittie mee And so to order by His Great command That I may be repaired out of hand Else I shall weare away and cracke and fall To my great sorrow and my louers all OH tell His Maiestie in humble sort That thou art come vnto His Royall Court To begge a Boon that neuer beg'd before Which if Hee graunt thou neuer shalt begge more And be thou sure before from Him thou part Thou get Compassion from His Kingly Heart Like as the woman was to Christ so be Importunate vnto his Maiestie Doe not thou looke like one that will bee daunted But pray and speake vntill my suite be graunted And say Although I ragged am and torne As if I were to all the rest a scorne Yet Christendome thr'oughout can truely tell That I for Name and Fame doe beare the Bell And ner'thelesse that I am call'd poore Paules I feed with th' choicest delicates more Soules Then any Three the greatest Churches doe In England and in all Great Brittaine too And when thou hast thus labour'd Him a while Marke if His Gracious Countenance doe smile For if it doe be sure Hee doth affect thee And with His Royall fauour will protect thee And by His sacred wisedome will deuise A speedy way for my Re-edifice So I shall haue iust cause 〈…〉 song 〈◊〉 sing No grace in th' earth to that of God and King And shortly will be sung by euery infant That good King IAMES made me againe Triumphant THEN goe to Her whose Princely vertues shine As if Shee were a Goddesse most Diuine I meane my Gracious Queene and Lady ANNE Best Queene of Women for Best King of Man Beseech that Peereles Paragon of Time That Shee will daigne t' accept thy honest Rime The rather in respect Her Royall Brother Was the Prime cause thereof not any other Who beeing in the sight of many people With other famous Princes on my steeple My Writer did conceit His Highnesse spake Some charitable motion for my sake That it were charges well bestowed and spent To doe me Grace with some faire Ornament As with a Crowne a Spire or some good thing More fitter for to entertaine a King And ' cause Hee there did print His royall foote Poore man suppo'd Hee sign'd and seald vnto 't And say I what I can yet is his Creed His Highnesse did deliuer't as His Deed In which conceit though oftentimes restrain'd Hee could not rest till thus I had complain'd OH tell Her Highnesse that Her Ladyes faire Would giue good gifts to see my newe repaire And that if first Her Maiestie beginne All Worthies of her sexe will then come in And bring their Angels Nobles and their Crownes From Cities Countries Villages and Townes For Women neuer were of bettet spirits To doe the workes that Fame and honour merits Then now they are God graunt them be so still Patternes of good and haters of all ill AND when thou hast appear'd to King and Queene Vnto their Princely Sonne likewise be seene The high and mightie CHARLES our ioy and treasure Whom all true subiects loue in boundlesse measure Say to this Worthy Welbeloued Prince It was my chance some fiftie fiue yeares since To loose my toppe a stately princely spire By lightening which set the same on fire And burnt it downe a wonderfull mishap Leauing me bare and bald without a cappe Like an old shippe without her masts and sayles Hauing no Beautie but poore rotten rayles Pray tell this Prince what honour it will bee Vnto His Highnesse if Hee speake for me And what a Glory Name and Fame and praise Vnto Great Brittaine it will euer raise If this my humble suit be well respected That so with speede the worke may be effected SO from the Prince as fast as thou art able Make hast to goe vnto the Counsell Table Shewe wherefore thou do'st come and make a motion Vnto their Honours there for their Deuotion That They 'le be pleas'd to ioyne with Maiestie In such a worke of Christian Pietie I knowe Their Wisedomes and Their Worths are such They will in this no gift nor counsell grutch THEN to all other Lords and Ladies bright And euery vertuous Gentleman and Knight Doe thou appeare and say th' art come from me And I doe hope thou shalt more welcome bee As sure as I in famous London stand I shall haue gifts of euery Noble hand AND when with Lords and Ladies thou hast done About the House in euery office runne And from the highest to the lowest Groome Say thou for my repaire and helpe art come And
I dare wager euery one will say They 'le giue to me and spare another way Secondly to the Clergie THVS doe thou leaue the Court and quickly hie Vnto the Reuerend Bishops and Clergie And giuing Them due Grace and Reuerence Craue thou Their Bounties and Beneuolence Tell Them I am Their Church of greatest note Although I weare a poore and ragged coate And stand in fairest Citie of this Land And with great state was builded to Their hand I was the onely Mirrour so am still But then for Beautie now for looking ill And Strangers wonder why I am so bare Where such great costs on pleasures buildings are And where for Vanitie there wants no coine Or any thing to make her braue and fine I doe assure them vnder their Correction That I haue liued long in great subiection And ' cause I doubt my rents and meanes are small That I shall not be mended till I fall I thinke it not amisse for Them and mee To trie what helpe from others there will bee So I haue turn'd thee to the world therefore That if I want good men may giue me more And doubtlesse there are Thousands that would giue Great and large gifts to see me prosperous liue Thirdly to the Citie NOW from the Clergy walke through London-City And looke them out that my poore case do pitie For there thou 'lt finde innumerable many That for my good will doe as much as any No place so famous as that Royall Towne For works of Worth of Honour and Renowne Be it for profit pleasure health or state Whatsoe're it cost the Citizens will ha 't Marke but Morefields how it 's aduanced hie That did before both lowe and loathsome lie And going on take Algate in thy way Note well her building and her rich aray Then without feare of stocks or pillorie Goe to the garden call'd Th'artilarie Passe by the pikes and muskets and be bold That honourable action to behold And I am sure if backe thy newes thou bring Thou wilt protest it is a worthy thing That men of note their time and coine should spend To practise Armes their Country to defend And voluntarily themselues incline To learne the rules of Martiall discipline I like it wondrous well and could agree In euery Shire and Towne the like might bee That if in time we come to counterbuffes We may haue skill at Armes more then at cuffes And be prepar'd with skill and armour bright Against Gods enemies and mine to fight Nowe come to Bowe in Cheape that cost full deare And see how gloriously shee doth appeare From thence to Smithfield if thou chance to hit Tell me what costs they haue bestow'd on it It was before a filthy noisome place And to the Citie verie much disgrace Yet now some say it may with best compare Of market places that in England are Then vnto Amwell see what you can say The Riuer which was cut the other day Me thinkes it is a very famous thing And doth much comfort to the Citie bring I needs must say it doth and will avowe it And so I thinke all others will allow it And praise the Founders for their good intention And pray to blesse them and their newe inuention So may you verie well the Founders praise Of water-engins made in former dayes For they are worthy and their works good still Though Amwell doe the best it can or will Also for Charitie and good Almes-deedes What Citie vnder heauen more poore feeds Or who more bountifull to Preachers be Then Londiners to their abilitie All which I doe and may reioyce to see And hope in time they 'le doe some good to mee And so will leaue a thousand things to name That likewise doe deserue their lasting fame And those more cheifely which were done of late Together with their triumphs of great state Because for thee my Booke and for the Wise I hope t' will be enough for to suffice And therefore nowe thy dutie there is done See that to other Cities thou be gone Intreat them faire as thou go'st on thy way And doe not care what carping Critticks say Fourthly to the Countrie WHEN thou hast done in Citie and in Towne I pray thee walke the Countries vp and downe And so disperse thy selfe both farre and wide Till euery honest Christian heart be tride Spare neither sexe nor age nor bond nor free Nor any one of whatsoe're degree For though some places are but poore and bare Yet will the poorest haue a mite to spare The Countrie welcome I doe knowe is kind Where meanes doth hit according to the minde Therefore my louing Booke take heart and goe Thou shalt finde tenne good friends for one bad foe Doe not thou feare for want of Eloquence Or filed tearmes to please the outward sence But with a courage and a conscience free Doe what thou canst to grace and pleasure me And I will pray as much as in me is To bring my Benefactors vnto blisse Thy words are honest and thy matter true Wherefore goe on I say and so A-Dieu Thy wel-willer to the Worlds ende St. PAVLES Church ⧠The Epistle of the Author to all Courteous and Charitable Readers IF you should aske me Why I vndertooke Into the ruines of Paules Church to looke Or How I durst like Bayard lift my Muse To such a height or such a subiect chuse Or Who prouok'd me on or bid me doe it Or who did set their helping hands vnto it Or Which way I doe thinke this Land can raise Inough Beneuolence in these hard dayes Or What the ende of my intent should be Or When I thought this worthy worke to see To these your Why your How Who Which What When I answer thus kind friends and Gentlemen First for your Why my reason I will tell It 's cause I loue and still will loue Bethel And How I durst on such a subiect write It 's cause I doe it in the Churches right For whom and for my Prince and Countrie too I 'le spend my blood write speake ride runne or go And for your Who did bid me or assist me It was my God that hitherto hath blist me And for your Which way such great gifts will rise I could set presidents before your eyes Of one or two whose deeds so farre extend As would build three and this Church well amend Then wonder not I pray which way or whence This Land should raise such great Beneuolence And for your What 's the ende of my intention The scope of all my Booke will make you mention And lastly for your When this worke shall bee Belongs vnto my Betters not to me To God and King and Powr's superiour And not to me that am inferiour Wherefore good Readers take it well in worth The answer which to you I haue set forth And when this Booke of mine abroad is sent Though poore and plaine beleeue it is well meant And eu'ry thing 's well done that 's taken so But otherwise
limme and feature He did seeme a Kingly creature Stout and bold gentle free And all that in good princes bee His motto now I will set forth Cause it was a thing of worth I scorne the feare of shedding blood For God for Church for Countries good But for all these I le warre and fight As Kings and Princes should by right I will helpe the poore oppressed And those which truely are distressed THE third as faire as was the rest With Elizabeth was blest Rhynes sweete Princesse Brittaines ioy Holding in her armes a Boy Whom if Art doe not dissemble Her first borne He did resemble At which sight I was amazd And with ioy on them I gazd Rauished with admiration At this delectable fashion Thinking if such great delight Could be in the pictures sight What would then the substance bee Vnto him that may them see I am sure to me t' was Treasure For to see them in this measure Her motto now I will declare Kill me if the same I spare In the Churches wealth and peace Good things prosper and increase But if shee wither and decay All Gods blessings fleete away IN the fourth faire Pyramide Two other Pictures I espide One of Denmarks royall King Whose fame with vs shall euer ring And shall be linked in this knot Where He shall neuer be forgot Three Queenes in one is His Sister Twice in England hath he kist her With such great ioy on all parts As pleas'd ten hundred thousand hearts His motto was as doth ensue Beleeue me it is very true I Christian King of Denmarke giue My loue to These while I doe liue And will assist with power and sword My kinred friends the Church Gods word BY him was Prince Palatine Looking on his Valentine Each to other seem'd to glance With a cheerefull countenance In such an amiable sort As my soule did therein sport This Prince a Motto did vnfolde Fit and worthie to be told Gods spouse and mine I will maintaine So long as I do liue and raigne Turke Pope nor deuill shall them fright Or do them hurt by day or night And in this Gordion knot will I Bee knit in loue vntill I die THEN in the middle of the square Where all these braue pictures were There was rais'd tenne foote higher A curious and a costly spire And at the top thereof a Crosse Of Siluer guilt and not of drosse Then a gallant cocke to showe Which way still the wind did blow In this place good Art was tride How to make it sure abide And accordingly t' was fram'd That no workman could be blam'd Not too weightie nor too light Like Cheape-crosse it was in sight But the pictures there that stood Were of Princes that were good That this Church did er'st aduance And gaue it store of maintenance And first the lowest placed there Elizabeth and Henry were One of proofe one of hope Better Princes Heauens cope Euer had or euer can Be better amongst the sonnes of man Then betwixt them I espide Two Princesses that lately di'd Which looked like those of King Iames Gotten since hee dwelt by Thames And aboue in the next round Other Princes there I found Pictur'd all in their degree As by time now dead they bee There in letters of pure gold Their right names I did behold And I thinke in hollow brasse Eu'ry picture shaped was This spire was hollow and with lead Round about t' was couered Fram'd with oken timber pure Such as euer will endure In that hollow was nought els But a score of little bells Which the Art of wittie times Made a delectable chymes Who being high their prettie sound Might be heard the Cittie round In the midst of th'upper loft A paire of wodden stayres were wrought And a doore at that stayres head Which did bring mee to the lead Where my thought I did behold All that I before haue told As about the leads I went And saw all things so excellent Looking ouer I did see The Church likewise as it should be With new battlements about And walls mended throughout All the windowes where need was Were amended with pure glasse Not any thing that wanted there But was repaired eu'ry where Neuer did I see a thing Of more worth and reckoning Then this vision which I In my sleepe did plaine espie Had I beene an Architect Dreaming of this faire prospect Or with true tearmes could relate All the fashion forme and state Then might I say it taught mee more Then any practise did before But many things of note and worth I am not able to set forth After long I had beheld The outward beautie it did yeld Then I was vpon the pinne To see what Grace it had within Downe I went my thought in hast But my speede did proue in wast For to mee it's griefe to tell I was waked by a bell And my dogge beganne to bay At a frogge leapt crosse my way By which meanes I did not see How the same within might bee And more worse to ende my theame It vexed mee t' was but a dreame Well I wisht the Sexton hang'd And my dogge I soundly bang'd Yet to giue them both their right T' was time to goe for it was night And I thinke my foolish curre Knew t' was fit for me to stirre So away I runne in hast And came safely home at last Where with pen I did record All I dreamed word by word And I hope it 's not amisse To place it where it placed is THVS you see good people all What is done for Londons Paul If in ought my Dreame prooue true Let it be as 't pleaseth you Though I dreame I doe not teach That 's a straine beyond my reach Since I learn'd my Crosse rowe letters I left all teaching to my betters And leaue it will vnto my ende So good Reader be my friend The Booke to PAVLES ACcording as you doe command I will flie about the Land To Court Clergie Countrie Citie For to find out Ladie Pitie If I finde Her and returne me Pray take order none may burne me Though I be but poore and plaine I may bring you store of gaine For this Ladie doth not care In pious vses what shee spare To the Church shee is more free Then thousands other Ladies bee The answer of PAVLES BOOKE I thanke thee for thy loue And doe pray to God aboue Thou maist finde this Lady out Where thou goest round about That thou maist returne againe With a labour not in vaine For thy burning take no care Thou wilt surely better fare I will keepe thee in record Till the comming of the Lord. And thy Author here shall rest Whilst his soule with God is blest FINIS