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The complaint of Paules, to all Christian soules: or an humble supplication, to our good King and nation, for her newe reparation. Written by Henrie Farley. Amore, veritate, & reuerentia
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Farley, Henry.
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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