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A02298 The funeralles of King Edward the sixt VVherin are declared the causers and causes of his death. Baldwin, William, ca. 1518-1563? 1560 (1560) STC 1243; ESTC S104470 9,694 24

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ye bee Rulers and subiectes of every degree Whose horrible vices have moved the wrath Of God so to skourge vs as lately it hath By bringing our Souerayne to soone to his ende Repent your misliving and quickly amende For that was the cause of the Kings death in deede And will be his heires to without better heede Repent O ye Princes your gredy desyer Of honour and riches wherby set on fyer You rob vnder colour of Christen professson From Christ and his poore their right and possession You oppresse the people through sale of your lust Repent recompence to and learne to be iust For this was the cause of the Kings death in dede And will be the kingdomes without better hede Repent you prelates your seking promocion Your gredy gathering your lacke of deuocion Your to much care for your children and wives Your whorish abusing your wife lothing lives Your popishe errours your fowle dirogacion Of Christ his manhode his merites and passion For this was the cause of the Kings death in dede And wil be his heires to without better hede Repent O you subiectes your disobedience To God and good Rulers your great irreverence To true religion your elders and teachers Your mocking and skorning of gods holy preachers Your common swearing transgression of lawes Your troubling your neyghbours for every light cause For this was the cause of the Kings death in dede And will be the Quenes without better hede Repent you officers all the deceytes You vse in your paymentes and in your receytes Your bribe bought audites your subtile surueyinges Your thevish accompts made by crafty conueyings Your robbing the rulers that put you in trust Repent recompence to hence forward be iust For that was the cause of the Kings death in deede And will be his sisters without better heede Repent you false lawiers your racking and strayning To make all lawes serve to your gredy gayning Your robbing the riche your vndoing the poore Your making the law and iustice an whore Which no man enbrace may vntil she be solde For great mens fauours or hye heapes of golde For this was the cause of the kinges death in dede And wil be the kingdomes without better hede Repent you marchantes your straunge marchandises Of personages prebends auowsons of benefices Of landes of leases of office of fees Your monging of vitayles corne butter and cheese Your cariyng out good wares and bringing such in As sarve to no purpose save bredyng vp sin For this was the cause of the kinges death in dede And wil be his sisters without better hede Repent you caytifes your raysing of rent Your fines your incoms yet never at a stent Your turning of tillage so much into pasture That townes and towneships are ruyned past cure Your wasting of woods your ingrossing chepe wares To make dearth of plenty to encreace others cares For this was the cause of the Kings death in dede And wil be the kingdomes without better hede Repent you Iudges your parciall iudgementes Your quitting the giltye your quelling innocentes For mede for drede for spite or for pleasure Repent you Rufflers thabuse of your treasure Your othes your fury your els many a cryme Beside the expence of your bodyes and time For these wer a cause of the Kings death in dede And wil be the kingdomes without better hede Repent you Leachers your dissolute lives Your causeles divorsing your true wedded wives Your crafty alluring the silly to sinne Your bying of Orphans to wed to your kin Your forcing of widdowes vnwilling to mary To cause breth of wedlocke sith nedes they must vary For this was the cause of the kinges death in dede And wil be the kingdomes without better hede To conclude let eche man of every degree Bewayle his offences what so ever they be And aske God forgevenes and make recompens To those he hath harmed through any offence For sure if we do not such plagues wil ensewe As never cam yet vpon heathen nor Iewe. For our sins were the cause of the Kings death in dede And wil be the kingdomes without better hede Sith we all already are gilty of murder Ceas we all for Gods sake to sin any furder O sleys not our Soverayne our most noble Queen Whose match in vertue hath seldome be seen But pray the almighty her life to defend Repent recompence pray pay and amend For if our sins send her to her brother Swift vengeance wil folow let none looke for other ❀ Syrach the .x. Because of vnrighteous dealing of wrong of blasphemies sundry deceytes a Realme shalbe translated from one people to an other An Epitaph ☞ The Death playnt or life prayse of the most noble and vertuous Prince King Edward the syxt THe noble hart which feare might never moove Wherin a minde with vertue fraught did rest A face whose chere allured vnto loove All hartes through tyes which pity whole possest The brayne which wit and wisedome made their chest Fulfyld with all good giftes that man may have Rest with a princely Carkas here in grave Whose vertuous giftes immixed with the minde As godly feare with constant zeale to truth Such skill of tounges and artes of every kinde Such manhode prudens iustice ioynd with ruth As age seeld hath though here they greed with youth Are from their wemles vndefiled hoast Goen hence to heaven with their godly goast Of which two partes belinkt in lace of life It pleased the Lord to lend vs late a king But out alas our sins they wer so rife And we so vnworthy of so good a thing That Atropos did knap in two the string Before her sisters sixtene whurles had spun Or we the gayne of seven yeres rayne through wun Wo wurth our sinnes our sinnes our sins I say The wreke wherof hath rest vs such a loan As never realme the like recover may In princely giftes the Phenix byrd alone Oh happy he but we full wo begoen Whose haynous sins have slayne the giltles gide Whose souls the heavē whose corse this herse doth hide Finis ¶ King Edward sickened the first day of February at Whitehall and on the syxte day of Iulye next folowing died he at Greenwich And was buryed in Westminster church Anno. 1553. ❀ EDVARDVS SEXTVS GRACIA ANGLIE FRANCIE ET HIBERNIE REX ET C̄ AETATIS SVAE XV.