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A16750 The hate of treason vvith a touch of the late treason / by N.B. Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626? 1616 (1616) STC 3658; ESTC S1520 6,369 24

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is the ground of all eternall griefe Why Pride doth blinde the eie infects the minde Venoms the heart and gives the soule a sting And in all vilenes of so vile a kinde None can describe it t is so vile a thing It doth ill humours to such issue bring That pitty t were but such a plague approved From christian hearts should ever be removed O the sweete sence of Loves humilitie Which feares displeasure in a dearest friend The onely note of Truths nobilitie Whose worthy Grace is graced without end For who wants faith wants little of a fiend While faithful love in humble truth approved Doth ever live of God and man beloved Alas the little time of Natures leave To runne the course of her allotted care Where idle shadowes the eie deceave That onely hunteth after Fortunes share And had must leave it ere it be aware Looke looke at heav'n and let the world go by Better to die to live than live to die Let pride be hatefull vnto every state It is a vice with vertue not allowed And such a vice as vertue hath in hate For vertue never makes the spirite prowde But hath her love the humble heart avowde And in advauncement of Nobilitie Gives greatest grace to Truths humilitie Which grace is gratious in the sight of God Makes men as Saints and women Angells seeme Makes sinne forgotten mercy vse no rod And constant faith to proove in great esteeme While Wisedomes care can never truth misdeem But is in some a blessing of the Highest And to the nature of himselfe the nighest It maketh Vertue so in Beauty shine As if on earth there were a heavenly light It maketh wit in wisedome so divine As if the eie had a celestiall sight It is a Guide that leades the spirite right Vnto the place of that eternall rest Where all the blessed live for ever blest It makes a Court a kinde of Paradice In subiects service and the King his grace Whose favour drawes their harts vnto his eyes While they live blessed to behold his face O blessed Prince that in his blessed place In Subiects love beholds his safeties being While they live happy in their Princes seeing God in his mercy send those humble mindes To all the Subiects of our gratious King That he whose wisedom in true iudgement finds Of humble faith what fruits do fairely spring In his good grace may give vs cause to sing If on the earth a heaven be figurde thus The Lord of heaven graunt it in him and vs. Confound 〈…〉 orces of his 〈…〉 Cut off the tray●ors that intend him 〈…〉 And of his thoughts and actions so 〈◊〉 That we may see thy wisedome in his will And so his spirite with thy blessing fill That he may seeke to glorifie thy name And we be humbly thankefull for the same O heavenly God let never hellish braine Have powre to doe his Maiestie misdeede But let themselves even by themselves be slaine That doe their spirites with such poison feede And let our harts in teares of Comfort bleede To thinke on thee to blesse thy people thus To have so good a King to raigne over vs. Blesse him our Queen gratious Prince of ours And all their of-spring in their princely places Raine on their soules in thy celestiall showres The heav'nly comforts of thy holy graces That when thou seest thy favours in their faces They in their loves and we in thankfull hearts May in thy prayers make true Musike parts 〈…〉 wisedome his state with wealth Nobles hearts with Truths nobilitie 〈…〉 biects all with loves humilitie 〈…〉 is governement with such a worthy fame That he and we may glorifie thy name Vnto which prayer let that wretch not live That doth not say Amen with sincere hart And doth not thee due glory humbly give That vnto vs in mercy doost impart Such good too good for our too ill desart And grace our musike plaid on tru harts bright For our King Iames blest be the knight FINIS