Counsellers Archbishops Bishops Brittaines Senators Once more I doe most humbly begge and craue That my defaults amendment now may haue Nobles Knights Gentrie Commons great and small In loue and reuerence I pray you all That ye these faults will helpe for to amend For Brittaines honour till the world doth end Wiues and Widdowes Maidens dying liuing Vnto this worke of Pietie be giuing According to your works yee shall inherit Yet for your works no place in Heauen can merit For what is he that since the world beganne Hath beene so iust and so vpright a man Whose good works could exceede aboue his euill But onely Hee that conquer'd death and deuill That Christ that Lambe that Doue that God-man he Did onely merit your eternitie To him therefore doe you his praises send And so of my Complaint I make an ende Laus Deo in aeternum THE EPILOGVE OR An Extasie which Paules fell into after it had complained partly of Hope and partly of Feare WHEN my complaint was ended I amazd Stood and beheld how people on me gazd My thought that euery one that walked by Did looke vpon me with compassions eie EXCEPT some twelue and that was Enuie one A pale-fac'd fellow wishing good to none He vo'wd and swore from his more gall then heart Vnto my need he would no penny part His reason beeing asked he replied All others but his owne good he defied THE second was a miserable Chuffe Hee at at my mournefull suite did storme and puffe And said for all my pouertie and ragges He would not part with money from his bagges Shall I said hee giue any thing to thee If I should want what canst thou giue to me THE third was Pride and he did looke so hie That he could not my pouertie espie To giue he said it is not now the fashion And for to beg it 's held abhomination THE fourth was Carelesnesse his answer was That for my need and wants he did not passe His reason why he will no bountie giue Is ' cause quoth he I 'le stand while he shall liue And so departs with scoffing and with laughter And bids them care that ought to care hereafter THEN Pickthanke comes the fift he is in number He pries in others faults and makes great cumber And for to saue himselfe from any charge He doth not care how he doth speake at large And reckons vp collections made before Inough for to releife my wants and more So that if others were i' th minde hee 's in He would see that before he would beginne Alas if such a thing were done before Let it not now be laid on good mens score Whose wills are such although they are not many Me to repaire without the helpe of any But sith their meanes compareth not with minde Without some helpe I can no comfort finde THEN Curiositie the sixt goes by And cause he sees a moate in 's brothers eie A word amisse a syllable or such To giue a shilling therefore he doth grutch And thus he peepes and pries and lookes a squint And thinks that beggers words should be past print When God doth know if he were charitable The plainest tearmes should serue if he were able THE seauenth Prodigalitie that asse That by Duke Humphry oft doth hungry passe He saies Tobacco Claretwine and Sacke He will not want though twentie Churches lacke To playes and playing taylor or to launder Or for a toy he cares not how he squander But when poore Vertue doth but crauea groate He 's ready in his wrath to cut her throat THEN comes the eight Haile master with his traine Hee saies what needs such wast it is but vaine It had beene better giuen vnto the poore That beg about the streets from doore to doore But such a Iudas if he beare the bagge Hath no intent the poore should haue a ragge THE ninth I take it was a Iesuite For I did heare him mumble words of spite And swore by all the blacke deeds he intended He 'd rather hang then I should bee amended Hang then quoth I or get thee going further For thy delight 's in ruine and in murther Thy curse can doe no harme thy blesse no good Nor all such villaines as delight in blood For God in holy Scripture hath appointed That none should hurt his Church or his Anointed Therefore avant thou wolfe in lambskins cloath'd For through the world thy acts and deeds are loath'd THEN comes the tenth an Atheist not an Ar'in Though both I do esteeme as dung or carrin He vext and storm'd that any Church should bee Where Soules should worship any Deitie A man to seeme he was but not Gods creature Because he held all things proceed by nature THE leauenth was a brother seeming pure That no good works will heare of or indure And all the comfort which to mee he saith That I Asse hee must stand and liue by faith By faith quoth I what faith dost thou liue by By faith it 's good when in good faith you lie If I had not a Faith more sure more humble I soone should crake and rent and fall and tumble The surest foundation of Pauls is the Church vnder it called S. Faith Wherefore be gone Prophane thy faith deceaues And all the world of charitie bereaues THE twelu'th and last a clouted shooe did weare And in his hand a hedging bill did beare I meane the wretched man that is so cruell That makes his mucke his Idoll and his Iuell He saies and sweares and yet he prates and lies That all his wealth 's not worth two apple pies When if he were to take a goodly varme Or in some spite to doe his neighbour harme His Iugge and hee agree both in one zound And from their hutch can vetch a hunderd pound And yet he pines and pules for doing good As if in pouertie and want he stood And thus with griefe of mind and in some fury I haue impaneld vp my vnkind Iewe-ry Whose verdict would be such if they may speake As would my head and heart for sorrow breake But now these vnkind twelue are gone and past Twelue hundred thousand I espie at last Virtues welwillers men of charity Such as doe pray for my prosperity They say I may without be decked braue Yet in my inward parts no pride may haue I may haue carerings corronets and laces I may haue louers kisses and imbraces I may haue Honour due vnto a Queene And all this while no pride in mee is seene I may haue any thing to make me faire That all truths louers may to mee repaire And bee enamor'd at my louely face And striue who most can enter to my grace Not as the wicked money-changing-rout In time of prayer walke my Isles about And make their bargaines and their idle meetings With many false and fayned newes and greetings But as my friends in feruent zeale and motion Come for to heare Gods word with sound deuotion My thinks they looke and smile and
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
the good for bad doth goe I doe confesse and all the world may know-it I am too weake to haue the name of Poet Yet I protest I like so well the art I would a good one bee withall my heart But now it is too late to wish or crie I was no poet borne nor one shall die Since first into this businesse I waded I could not be by any friend disswaded Although they told me strange things of these dayes That might haue made me doubtfull many wayes But beeing voide of feares or thought of harme I did my selfe with Christian courage arme And stoutly went through thicke and thinne to shore Where neuer any waded yet before And now haue finisht what my soule requir'd Though not so well by halfe as I desir'd God graunt it may such good acceptance haue That once againe this Bethel may be braue And you deare Friends whose fauours I obtaine Health to your dayes while here you doe remaine And after this life euer may you stand Most blessed Saints in the Celestiall Land Yours onely in the vttermost of my best endeauours and wishes HENRIE FARLEY At Zoilus Momus and their mates This doe I fling to breake their pates CRitticks surcease and doe not stirre too much Least medling more then needs I may you touch And tell you to your teeth you are no friends To any good beginnings or good ends Though plaine I am to Prince I am as true And loyall too as are the proud'st of you Nor haue I wronged you or any other More then a louing child would wrong his mother Or written any thing so voide of reason But that it may to good men come in season Wherefore let Iustice rule you and be quiet And seeke not'gainst my right to make a riot For if you doe I must defend my cause By helpe of God or King or Armes or Lawes Yet will I yeeld my life vnto my Betters But not to you if I should starue in fetters Perhaps I 'm borne to bee a Phinees bold To begge and pray for poore and weake and olde And such as are both dumbe and deafe and blind That in this flintie Age no helpe can find What 's that to you or wherefore should you grutch When nine times worse you spend ten times as much But that 's to please your humour that 's well done And in that vaine your course runnes headlong on Vntill you make your selues so poore and bare That twentie such haue not a doite to spare If this my suite be rightly well regarded I may haue thanks and loue and be rewarded And more then that if lucke do not miscarrie Paules friends will say I was an honest Harry So gaine a vertuous Fame when I am rotten By future Ages not to be forgotten While if you please you may goe shooe the goose And wanting garters weare your stockings loose Yours as you plainely see till you are friends with mee H. F. In laudem Authoris Carmen 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 SEmiruta aspiciens Paulini culmina templi Farleius queritur tale perire decus Mox piaspirantem componit vota libellum Et quia non poter at magna minora facit Qui si tà m nosset templum quà m condere versum Efficeret propria quod vouet ipse manu Fortunet laetis deus hoc successibus ausum Gloria ingenuum certa sequatur opus THe great Kings House Courts on earth decay'◠Let King and Court to heauen raise vp againe And of the Church-men let it ner'e be said That they did grudge the Temple to maintaine Let London Londons beauty beautifie And Countrie-men their Countries-dignity And with the Churches wished exaltation Mount vp this Authors rightfull commendation I. W. T. C. THE COMPLAINT OF PAVLES TO ALL CHRISTIAN SOVLES THE great complaint that here is made good people Is of Pauls Church and of that polled steeple Which stands within the famous citie London Cracked defaced rent and almost vndone Mourning like Charing-crosse be'ing much decaid And of the stormes and winter blasts afraid Saying alas will no man pitie me But suffer still my poore aduersitie I' st S. Pauls doctrine you would faine imbrace Then crowne my head do me some outward Grace Let strangers see and all that come to Towne That your cheife Church doth flourish not fall downe And let me haue some Beautie forme and fashion That yee may shewe your selues a louing Nation And so assure me you doe not reiect me But with your wonted fauours doe respect me I know that for your owne delights and pleasures Vpon your houses you bestow great treasures Without within not any costs you spare To make them shew most beautifull and rare With stately Lanthornes Pyramids and things Pictures of mightie Emperours and Kings High turrets towers and curious phanes of price As if it were the place of Paradise While I am bare and like a Chaos stand That should be fairest prospect in the land What is the reason I should be no higher Because my chance was to be burnt with fire Or doe you thinke the charge but cast away That is bestowed on the Church decay Or is it Merlins sorceries and lies Hath made you feare with his false prophesies Or what 's the reason you should thus neglect To build me vp againe with faire prospect I am Gods house consider then I pray What cause there is that I should thus decay Is it not pitty I should ragged bee While on proud flesh such golden gawdes I see Alas for shame I cannot choose but blush To see the world so stumble at a rush Yet easily it skips and leaps or'e blocks Not sparing charge nor fearing any knocks A thousand yeeres I stood in prosperous state And so remained till it was of late My auncient Founders were my louers deare They spar'd no cost as doth full well appeare But rais'd me from the ground aloft the skies To be a wonder for a world of eyes And made my watchfull cocke stretch forth his wings As doth the Larke when mounting high he sings Haleluiah with his pretie voice And neer'st the Heauens more he doth reioyce Then with the least aire that in skie did blowe Which way the winde did set my cocke would showe Ah then was I a Princely Monument In sight of all that vnto London went And then had I the Commendation And held in highest reputation But now like one forlorne I stand vnpitt'ed As if I had some monstrous fault committed Sometimes a view is made vpon my wants And then twixt hope and feare my heart it pants But all in vaine I hope alas my griefe Surueiours gone then this is my releife To vndertake so high a worke to mend Great is the charge saie some and to no end For but for shew to what vse will I serue Whereby such cost on mee I should deserue Which censure makes me linger in consumption That to bee cured I haue small presumption Fie fie where are the minds were heretofore Are they