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death_n	apostle_n	bring_v	sin_n	4,680	5	5.1414	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A01507	A newyeares gifte dedicated to the Popes Holinesse, and all Catholikes addicted to the Sea of Rome: preferred the first day of Ianuarie, in the yeare of our Lorde God, after the course and computation of the Romanistes, one thousand, fiue hundreth, seauentie and nine, by B.G. citizen of London: in recompence of diuers singular and inestimable reliques, of late sent by the said Popes Holinesse into England, the true figures and representations whereof, are heereafter in their places dilated.	B. G. (Bernard Garter); Tunstall, Cuthbert, 1474-1559. Letter written by Cutbert Tunstall late Byshop of Duresme, and Iohn Stokesley somtime Byshop of London.; Stokesley, John, 1475?-1539.; Googe, Barnabe, 1540-1594.	1579 (1579)	STC 11629; ESTC S102867	65,066	113

Maister G.L. and the other two for Maister I.B. sent thē by Sir P.S. who also requested of the receiuers to haue saide a Pater noster for his fathers soule another for his mothers the third for himselfe with whiche if also they will adde one for me who am partely causer of the sending of them to thē I P.S. hope to requite it euery graine yéeldeth a thousande dayes of pardon The other loose beads were sent to other friends to like purpose but howe muche affiaunce both the sender and receiuer do attribute to these baggages wer both too long too shamefull to write but at the least they yéelde more dayes of pardon in one yeare than there be natural daies in two yeres 14 These are likewise hallowed graines sente ouer with promise of infinite dayes of pardon to al those whiche wil buy them 15 The Popes common Seale to al Bulles To which purpose Christe with his bloude hath bought vs not with golde The Pope for gaine both Christe and vs dothe sell. My life saith Christ to saue your liues was solde My trashe saith Pope will kéepe you all from Hell. Lament your sinnes saith Christe and followe me My pardons saith the Pope must set you frée My Kingdome is not of this worlde saith Christe Let him that woulde be chiefe be made your thrall Upon the earth saith Pope I am the highest The fullnesse of my power includeth all Nowe if the Pope and Christe do thus agrée Howe can the Pope on earth Christs Uicar bée Legatus and Apostolus are one In sense I meane they differ but in tongue Christ had but twelue apparantly is known The Pope forsooth hath such a shameful throng As euery King he can salute with one And yet he wanteth not a beaste at home And of the twelue that Christs had here on earth One traitorlike was euer gladde of golde And he beganne and since Christs pretious deathe Euen Iudas-like these Prelates aye haue solde The merites of his agony and smarte And say oure health consisteth in their arte Well Christs Apostles were poore Fishermen And taught the worlde the sacred worde of life And for their paines were whipped nowe and then Some stoande to death and some were kilde with knifes His Saincts were slaine for that they blamed sinne They preached Truth and spent their liues therein The Popes are Lordes and mates with euery King They come from him that neuer felte no want They take good golde for al the trash they bring They must haue store they care not who haue skant His Saintes are such as séeke their Princes spoile Their countries sacke and conquest of the soyle Shewe one such I pray you The Diu'lish Monke that poysoned King IOHN Doth prooue alas this Tragedie too true The Mayde of Kente may well come forth for one That sought to change our Hony into Rue But as they sought so God that is most iust Did yéeld them méede and will do still I trust And howe The Monke THe heartes of Kings are in the hande of God Their rule and powre are lent them by the Lorde The Tyrant stout is but his scourge and rod The godlie Prince also he doth avorde Where he doth please and straightly hath appointed No violent hande to touch the Lordes annointed This Monke forsooth that Symon Swynsted hight A Swine in déed and quite deuoyde of grace When that King Iohn had broughte this Realme in plight From Rebelles rage to somewhat better cace In doubt the King who in that Abbey lay Should touch their state deuisde this wicked way I wil ꝙ he vnplace this cruell King And ridde hys life thoughe I do die therefore For why sayth he it is a worthy thing For one to die to saue a number more I can but die and die I will herein And kill my selfe a Martyrs name to win Then goth he to the greasie Abbot straight And breakes to him the treason in his thought Who wéepes for ioy and nowe concludes the baight Whereby alas this Regicide is wrought The Monke will die to kill his liege and King The Abbot eke absolues him of the thing And thus absolvde the Monke and Abbot parte Forthwith the Monke doth to a garden go And there beginnes experience of his arte He takes a Tode and beats and prickes it so As that same Tode through rigor of the paine Casts vp his gorge wherewith the King is slaine The same he puts into a cuppe of wine And to the King he commes with smiling cheare My Liege saith he here is a draft so fine As like to it thou neuer drankest yeare I will beginne accept it at my hande This washaile shall be ioyous to thy lande The Monke therewith did drinke a hartie draught And humbly gaue the rest vnto the King Who dranke the same whereby his death he caught A wicked déede and lamentable thing A miser Monke with smooth and smiling showe To kil a King the Lords annointed so This deadly drinke on either side thus tane The Monke vnto the Farmorie doth go His guts do swell his belly breakes in twaine A death too good for him that liued so To slaye hymselfe thereby to kill his King A traytrous déede and detestable thing The King also a thrée dayes after that Gaue vp his life to liue with God aboue The Abbot and the Monkes whiche ioyed thereat Concluded then that for the constant loue The murdrer bare to them in doing this Their Popishe aide should bring his soule to blisse And graunted by decrée in Chapter Courte Thrée other Monkes continually to sing For his swéete soule that did preuent the hurte Of them and theirs by poysoning the King So as by massing meane the Diuell must misse The earthly Diuel whiche durste accomplishe this Lo double murder is absolued here A Thiefe doth kill himselfe his King to slay The holy Monkes herewith not only beare But make a meane to take this sinne away Thoughe God doth saye full plaine Thou shalt not kill The Pope doth say againe He did not ill If God and Pope herein not disagrée Then ayre and earth are both in nature iuste But from suche Popes the faithfull flocke are frée Which in the death of Christ alonely truste Triumph oh God beate backe thy foes againe And graunte our Quéene long dayes and good to raigne AMEN IF other men be of my nature and conceite then surely in reading this short repetall of the destruction of king Iohn they are in double wise perplexed the first for that a noble king after many battel 's fought with forraine foes many conflicts with his nobilitie set againste him by the Pope many cursses and excommunications pronounced against him by the Pope himselfe shoulde nowe at laste bée murdered by a foule fatte false flattering Monke And the second for that the same Diuel incarnate must to the delusion of the world and to make a path way to teach the practise of Prince murthur be in a