spiteful Ievv more svviftly flings a stone Then his loue-darts ascend to Heau'ns high Throne VVhere falling lovv before the seate of grace They humblie beg that mercie may haue place And hovv they speed vv'eele aske of furious Saule VVho shall hereafter be a Preaching PAVLE SEBASTIAN eke shot through vvith many Dart Instructeth Gentlemen to plaie a part In true-loues stage that others fall not dovvne He labours and so gets a Martyrs Crovvne Neere to SEBASTIAN seeing a voyde place VVee aske vvho they are shall haue so much grace To stand nigh IESVS champion and are told Our English Noble men that roome shall hold As no goods losse no deaths feare could them quayle No dangers make in IESVS faith to fayle For though not equall vvith the Martyrs rovve Yet as stout Squires of Martyr-Knights they goe As vvee these Champions vievv vvith curious eye Amongst them vvee a Ladie doe espie VVhose Crovvnes proclayme shee ruled sundry lands But historie complaines of sauage hands The Armes of Scotland and French Lilies teach That o're these Kingdomes her commaund did reach VVritten in bloudie Characters vvee read Heauens vveepe vvhilst I recount so foule a deed That shee vvhose head vvee see on this sad stage From body cut to satisfie the rage Of barb'rous foes vvhilst shee did liue had been FRANCIS of France his vvife and Scotlands Queene And though her stile of Majestie vvas such Yet prophane hands durst Gods anoynted touch As if no sacred Oyle had bene shed By holy Prelate on her Princely head Vnto the Scaffold brought ô cruell deed By the sharpe Axes blovv shee there doth bleed Heau'ns did yee shine vvas there a vvicked Sun To lend a daie vvhil'st such a deed vvas done Surely all things as rul'd by a nevv force Did goe retrogradate to Natures course And as vvhen Man Iehouah did offend The vniuers for Mans offence did end Againe so many Lavves in one foule fact Being infring'de in pennance of the Act All things are taught to goe an other vvaie In the accustom'd order nought doth staie The pious Spartans euermore deni'de In battaile Theopompus to haue di'de They thought though millions of meane persons die Yet death durst not approach great Monarchs nigh And deem'd his Kingly Majestie a sheild Able to saue his life in bloudie field And can it bee a person of such state Amongst her friends should finde so hard a fate Tiberius fearefull of his after fame Hated Historians vvho vvould blase his name And teach posteritie in this and this Tiberius vvhil'st he liu'd did doe amisse That yeare vvhen this vvas done ye learned Men Forget to handle an Historians Pen. Doe not instruct the vvorld that England durst Performe a Deed of all bad Deeds the vvorst Not but I read that Monarchs haue bene kil'd And the Majestike blood vnjustly spil'd But still the Murderers haue carefull been That such impietie should not be seen VVhen vvee in Counsell sit and in cold bloud Deliberate as if the Act vvere good The sentence giu'n vvee justifie the fact By publike execution of the Act. But vvhat 's the cause for vvhich they shed her bloud This one for-sooth because shee vvas so good And the vvorld knevv vvhat right shee had to raigne These are the reasons vvherefore shee vvas slaine Should Herod knovv that IESVS is Gods Son VVould hee doe lesse thinke you then he hath done Curst be ambition vvhich vvill knovv no lavves Curst be suspition in a Kingdomes cause But as proud Iades shall trample vvith their feet Good Seruius carcase in the VVICKED STREET And Tullia hasting to set on her head Romes Diadem on Fathers corps dares tread VVee vvill not vvonder vvhen for Kingdomes crovvne VVee see the Lavves of God and Man cast dovvne That vvaters doe not ouer-vvhelme our land And Neptune svvim vvhere Englands Ile doth stand That yet no greater vengeance hath bene seene VV'eele thanke thy prayers vntimely butcher'd Queene Shall vvee vvith teares bedevv thy Royall Hearse Blame the too-hastie fates vvith mournefull verse The Sisters aske hovv they durst vse a Knife So soone to cut thy golden thread of life VVee vvould doe thus but that faith makes vs knovv Glories rich Crovvne vvas giu'n thee by that blovv VVhich tooke thy life avvaie so Ammons pride Prepares a horse for Mordechee to ride Our teares vvhich els should alvvaies flovv are done VVhen vve behold our IAMES thy glorious Son VVho as just NOAH amongst mortalls best Shall giue our sorrovves end our labours rest His Parent LAMECH did of him fore-tell That in his blessed time things should goe vvell Renovvned PRINCE so vse thy Royall Pen That vve may place thee 'mongst these learned Men punc Our Churches Doctors vvho next Martirs stand A siluer Pen each hauing in his hand Aboue their heads houers a holy Doue VVhich dictates lessons full of vvitt and loue If to thy Harpe vveare added one more string Then thou no Svvan could more diuinely sing But vvee haue hope all numbers novv shall meet To make thy Musique absolutely svveet Thou DELOS Oracle of thy life time Thou Sun thou starre of parched Afriques clime Our Churches Pearle bred in thy mothers eyes Againe begotten by a sea of cries Great AVSTEN shall I vvith more vvondring eye Behold thee vvhen thy Muse doth mount on high Or loue thee more vvhen thou dost creepe so lovve As doe thy humble Retractations shevv To thinke amisse is fraile-Mans common case To change for better is a speciall grace And can vve thinke more forcible more good The teares of loue then a best Martyrs bloud The Desert Citizens vveare also there Some cloth'd vvith leaues others vvith shirts of hayre Their visages all pale their bodies thin Proclayme their greatest glorie is vvithin Their simple out-sides giue aboundant shevves That they to vvorld and flesh vveare alvvaies foes Heere also vvee our English EDVVARD knovv Mongst formest plac'de in the Confessors rovv A scepter in his hand o' ns head a Crovvne Yee gentle Heau'ns raine manie EDVVARDS dovvne VVho to our Britaine vpright lavves may giue And teach their People as they doe to liue Great CHARLES the second Hope of Northern clime Ordain'd by God to blesse the present time Of EDVVARD learne that subjects best obey VVhen they see Majestrates first doe then saie Such Edicts moue Mens harts though vvritten short VVhich first are practi'zd in the Princes Court Of EDVVARD learne that only hee 's a King VVho doth his Passions in subjection bring Princes Dominions may from Parents take To be a Saint virtue alone can make In that strange statue vvich great Babels King In vision sees each lim each part each thing As they grovv higher so in goodnesse grovv VVhich Potentates and greater men doth shevv That vnto honour should be joynd this grace To grovv in goodnesse as they grovv in place The head vvas best of mettals purest gold You the heads place amongst your subjects hold Be gold in loue be better
HIEROBOAMS art From IVDAS royall progeny doe part And scorning to haue DAVIDS Sonne their King Scepter and Crovvne to IEROBOAM bring And though it vvas expresse IEHOVA'S vvill That in no place but holy Sions hill They should obserue their Neomenian Feasts And sacrifice their Hecatombes of beasts The tipick bloud of Paschal Lambe be spilt In that sole Church vvhich SALOMON had built In Salems streats so many times each yeare Dilated IACOBS of-spring must appeare And none but those vvho are of Leuis race Shall in the Temple haue a Church-mans place VVhen Israels sons amongst themselues contend By AARONS verdict must the question end Desire of sou'raigntie and Empires cause Makes Ieroboam breake these holy lavves Hee 'le haue high places and inuent a God VVhich hath free'd Israel from PHAROES rod BETHEL and DAN shall haue tvvo Calues of gold And many Idols shall Bethauen hold His Pursiuants such passengers shall staie VVho tovvards Ierusalem doe take their vvaie For Tyrant thinkes his Crovvne not to sit fast Should Ephraim and Iudas friendship last Hee makes vnvvorthie vvights the incense burne To plaie the Priest any shall serue the turne Diuided thus sin vpon sin they add And though afflictions often make them sad Yet no ELIAS no Assyrian rod Can make the stiffe-neck'd tribes returne to God Vntill at last great Salmanazar came VVhip of Gods furie guerdon of their shame VVho vvith vvars-svvord the Infants bloud doth spill Defloures their Virgins and their vvarriors kill And vvhere his murth'ring furie doth not range They death for greater miserie doe change Hauing the markes of slaues gyues on their hands They are led captiue vnto forreine lands VVherein eternall seruitude they spend Their vvofull daies in seruitude they end Their vvretched liues But Iuda shall be taught VVith short captiuitie to mend his fault Though Babels Monarcke lead to Memphis tovvne Subjects and King yet vvhen his Son fals dovvne From Empires top the Persian Kings shall giue Iudaea leaue home to returne and liue In Sions tovvnes but Ephraims vvicked race Shall ne're come backe vnto their dvvelling place VVho did refuse to honour DAVIDS throne Vnder Idolaters opprest shall grone Thinke Grecian Dame my verse of thee hast spoke VVho from thy hautie necke hath cast the yoke Of diuine Order and in Northern ayre Exalted hast vvith Lucifer thy Chaire Thinking to meane a Patriarchall seate Aboue thy merits graunted yet more great Thou striu'st to bee and casting PETER dovvne On thy ambitious head dar'st vveare his Crovvne Carried in emptie Clouds of a proud hart Thou leau'st Christs sheepfold from Church dost part IESVS our humble God doth from his throne VVith angrie eyes behold tvvo made of one Hee hateth schisme and hath this sentence fixt The proud shall drinke a Cup vvith much vvoe mixt Thinke the incursions of the Sarzen King VVeare gentle rods thee back againe to bring And knovv that as thy schisme and sin did grovv So likevvise did increase thy plagues thy vvoe Hovv oft didst thou thy heresies forsvveare Hovv oft didst thou returne to PETERS Chaire Hovv oft didst thou againe vvith the foule Hog VVallovv in myre hovv often vvith the Dog Returne to vomit but Gods patient hand Can hold no longer h'eele no longer stand VVaiting repentance lenitie must cease VVhen often vvrongs admit no speach of peace Barbarians shall be scourges of thy sin Fierce Mahomet shall proud Bizantium vvin Thy Caesar murd'red in the streats shall die VVhere heapes of vngrau'de Citizens shall lie At a high price some vvretches buy their liues VVith goods losse and dishonour in their vviues Thy Romane Eagles yealde to Turkish Moone In Churches rights of Mahomet are done In fine thou suff'rest vvhatsoeuer harmes Vse to attend a cruell conq'rours Armes And vvho aloft vvith Lucifer vvould'st dvvell VVith rebell Angel tumblest dovvne to Hell Thy shame confusion is lavvlesse desires In practice put are thy tormenting fires Thy Conscience is the vvorme the Diuels Turkes The fires fuell is schisme and euill vvorkes VVith enuie thy teeth gnash part of thy paine To see thy riuall in such glorie raigne Darknesse thy ignorance and vvant of grace Disordred Passions horror of the place Thoughts of despaire thy miseries attend To thinke this seruitude shall neuer end For vvho in schisme didst vvith Samaria fall VVith her must suffer an eternall thrall But Rome in DAVIDS house the Goth the Hun VVith Citties spoyle shall punish faults vvhich done Adaulphus leading his fierce Goths to Spaine CHRISTS Vice-roye to his Rome shall come againe VVhere hee shall sit on DAVIDS promis'd seate And giue just Lavves vvhilst Sun giues vvonted heat To decke the Church a cunning vvorkeman paints The liuely Images of diuers Saincts But vvhat doth make most glorious shevv of all Is IESVS name vvritten on euerie vvall There see vvee PAVLE the name of IESVS hold Diuinely stampt in characters of gold VVhich flying through the vvorld vvith Cherubs vvings Hee carries before Potentates and Kings I 'le not vvith Silius goe to Maroes graue And at his dust a holy fury craue To praise this vessell but I le aske to share A part of CHRYSOSTOMES Caelestiall ayre That svveetly guided by his serious sp'rite As they require I maie PAVLES praises vvrite Pythagoras savv no Troie yet vvish I His vvittie transmigrations vveare no lie That vvhil'st I treat of such renovvned men Some Heroes spirit might direct my pen. Let his deuotes commend him for his zeale Or that he hath spread IESVS common vveale Throughout the vvorld afflictions sorrovves bandes Yea vvhat not suffred both on sea and landes The loue and chiefest object of my muse Shall be because our IESVS did PAVLE chuse A speciall trumpet to sound out his fame And blazon through the vvorld great IESVS name Exalting him vvith this peculiar grace For IESVS name to suffer in each place O three-times happie man vvhom IESVS chose For IESVS royall name to suffer vvoes As others praise him for his vvritings sake A title of their eminence they take Because proud Ievves and Gentiles he makes knovv That vvho disguis'd in seruants shape did goe VVas the MESSIAS their Creatours Son VVho for transgression vvith mankinde had done A ransome pai'd strong reasons he doth frame To shevv that nature and the lavv are lame And neuer can tovvards heau'nly Sion tread If IESVS grace doe not them thether lead But his Epistles I aboue the rest Commend and saie that they are therefore best Because in e'ury leafe yea line is found Of IESVS name the eares vvell pleasing sound Triumphant Martirs are dravvne all in red Each hauing a Baye Garland on his head VVhich at the Lambes feete humblie casting dovvne They him acknovvledge giuer of their Crovvne In the first place as Captaine of the band Doth glorious STEPHEN promartir stand VVho vvhil'st the multitude stones at him throvves Prayeth to IESVS for his cruell foes No
nam'de A bodie of the selfe-same substance framde VVith my claie Carcase haue not I a share As-vvell as he in a Caelestiall ayre This soule vvhich in my house of durt doth dvvell Doth aequall his that it doth not so vvell Performe her functions I my selfe must blame VVho so vvith svveets effeminate the same Had hee as I in Tauerns spent his daies The vvorld had bene noe Eccho of his praise Had he as I bene daily drovvn'de in vvine His statues had no other bene then mine His statues vvhich are objects of my eies His statues vvhich are causes of these cries Let me be good and valiant as hee The vvorld vvill statues consecrate to mee As it hath done to him heere heere shall stand My follies period vvith a drunkards hand I 'le vvrite no more an ignominious booke VVherein the after-times my shame shall looke But vvith Heroike deedes and vveapons dinte My name on front of Athens foes I 'le print There there the vvorld vvhi'lst lasteth the worlds frame In glorious Characters shall read my name You my youths deities I bid adievv I meane no more to sacrifice to you For drunken Bacchus cups I 'le vse the speare For Venus fauours in my helme I 'le vveare Deaths grizly face I 'le goe the vvorld about But I vvill finde a nevv Marathon out Novv is conceiu'd a Salaminian fight So much mooues virtue virtues painted sight The hauty CAIVS CAeSAR cannot sleepe Nay ALEXANDERS statue makes him vveepe Quoth he and sighs at my yeares PHILIPS son Conq'uerd the vvorld and beast vvhat haue I done Shall I at home alvvaies ignobly rest And like a babe sucke milke at my Mam's breast No no as he my Monuments of fame I 'le raise or die in persuite of a name His son the Portratures of vvorthy Knights Sets in his Pallace that their very sights May moue himselfe and the succeeding Kings To the attempting of heroicke things As I behold my IESVS on the Rood VVith armes extended shed his pretious bloud Hovv am I moou'd and vvhen I knovv for me My God vvas nayled thus vpon a tree Doth he not Preach although he make no noyse His only Picture is a Preaching voice The Sermon thus beginnes behold Gods Son Hath so much suff'red and hath so much done For thy soules health that thou shouldst enter in Heau'ns gates and freed be from hell and sin That thou eternally shouldst vvith mee raigne I for thy sins am as a victime slaine This Picture represents vnto thy sight My loue to thee in Golgoth's bloudie fight VVhere although in the battaile I did die Yet made I sin vvith death and hell to flie VVeare thou the spoiles of that tryumphant daie The spoyles are grace and glories Crovvne for aye As I this vvofull spectacle doe vievv VVhat actes must follovv vvhat affects ensue Doe not I IESVS loue vvho shed his bloud To take avvaie the lets vvhich 'gainst mee stòod In my pretension to the promist land And di'de to abrogate that vvriting hand Of Gods decree and should haue had its course Had not great IESVS disannull'd his force Doe I not vveep yes yes not cruell Ievves But my transgressions IESVS did misuse I I vyld vvretch vvith vvickednesse and sin His temples crovvn'd and vvith faults tore his skin As I see IESVS oft faint in the vvaie And CYRENEVS helpe him I thus saie No vvonder that our IESVS cannot goe The vveight of my transgressions load him soe Shall I not sin detest vvhen Gods sole son Sin only to destroie so much hath done And knovv hovv hatefull sin is in Gods eyes VVhen to appease him no Host can suffice No victime make him his dravvne vveapon sheath But his Sons sacrifice and ISAACS death Iulian deface that Portraiture vvhich shee Erects vvhom IESVS from the fluxe set free That so the memorie might alvvaies stand Of benefit receiu'd by IESVS hand At foote against Iconoclasts shall preach An herbes rare virtue vvho vvhen it shall reach To IESVS garments hemme IESVS shall daine VVith virtue of it to cure eu'rie paine Cast dovvne this statue renegate and so In IESVS picture shevv thy selfe his foe And vvhen thou hast it broken in disgrace Erect thine ovvne foule Picture in its place That from heau'n comming dovvne a firie blast May burne thy Portrature and to earth cast Shall vvee haue Iulians in our vvretched age Shevv against IESVS Crucifixe their rage These Pictures vvhich in such fayre order stand Must they be vvith a sacrilegious hand Cast out our Church Shall Gentle-men no more Behold SEBASTIAN shed his manly goare For IESVS cause and vvith the Martyrs sight Be animated manfully to fight For IESVS faith shall they not ALBAN see Beheaded by sterne Emperours decree For hiding in his house 'gainst Kesars lavves Iehouas Priest and making here a pause Incourage thus themselues this is our case Vilde Pursiuants haue IESVS Priests in chase VVe vvill them intertaine and if vvee die VVith vvinges of blest eternitie vvee le flie To highest heau'n and there vvith ALBAN raigne VVho for like cause vvith ALBAN haue bene slaine Had thy great house faire ESTHER bene so good If Leopoldus had not pictur'd stood Telling his Nephevves ti 's a Princes grace To be as high in Sanctitie as place Each virtue in a Monarkes brest must dvvell He must as SAVL the multitude excell By shoulders then the rest he must be higher Carried aloft vvith a Caelestiall fier Take Pictures hence vvhere is the idiots booke Our Faith 's deepe Mysteries therein to looke In Images the vn-taught svvaine shall read That CHRIST for him is borne for him doth bleed Hee shall as he sees IESVS borne so poore Conceiue that pouertie in it hath more Then the vvorld thinkes affection shall him make Loue the svveete babe borne poorely for his sake VVhen Ianus double fac'de the nevv yeare brings Hee shall behold the off'rings of the Kings And learne those Kings vvho offer presents are First fruits of Gentiles guided by a starre If God vvould not haue holy Pictures stand To grace his Church vvhy vvas the cut off hand of Damascene restor'd by MARIES praire VVhose Pictures in his bookes defended are If vvorshipping of Images be nought I 'le taxe thee Angels Empresse vvith a fault VVhy didst thou giue him his hand backe againe VVho Images Relligion did sustaine Can such a one finde fauour in thy sight VVho for Idolatries defence doth vvrite If vvorshipping of Images be ill Heau'ns Queene let me aske thee vvhy dost thou fill The vvorld vvith miracles and no vvhere more Then vvhere thy statues Catholikes adore Had not vouchsafe to ansvveare mightie Queene Aegyptian MARIE thy faire picture seene And praid before it should not her blest soule Haue still remained as a Blacke-more foule From IESVS Mother I 'le goe to her son And humbly aske of him vvhat he hath done As he the Messenger made backe to beare His holy picture to Edessas Pere As he
vvith Virtue vvonderfull did place In Berenices hand-kercher his face Each follovving age vvill reuerence the same And he for superstition must haue blame Pictures he saith are good but they are nought VVho haue their goodnesse into question brought Shall not our English Queenes see HELEN make A holy journey for deuotion sake To Salem tovvne vvhere miracles forth-bring The scepter of our vvith-thornes Crovvned King As on King SALOMON the daughters stand Of Sion gazing this vvas in his hand This scepter long time hid in holy ground Is by deuotion of this Empresse found Part of it she vnto Byzantium brings So much that age did esteeme holy things Part vnto Rome vvhere pietie doth build Marmorean Temples and deuotion yeild Iust honours to those Reliques vvhich did beare IESVS as hee o're hell did Tropheies reare Doth not this Queene of those foure nayles make much VVho holied vveare by IESVS bodies touch In her Sons Diadem she placeth one VVhich giues more grace then any Iaspar stone And teacheth CONSTANTINE although he raine That hee 's his substitute vvhom Nayles did paine Tvvo shee doth in his bridle raines inclose To keepe him safe from menaces of foes As IVSTINE on his head these raines vvill vveare The Feindes of Hell him dare not once come neare Hell as yet mindfull of Caluaria fight Is daunted vvith these reliques only sight VVho hath not hard of angrie ADRIAS vvaues VVhere millions of ships haue found their graues But novv that passage shall no more be so For HELEN the fourth nayle vvill in it throe And hee vvho vvith his death made all things eu'n Firming a lasting peace t'vvixt earth and heau'n VVill giue the sanctifyed Nayle a force To make the billovves leaue their vvonted course Neptune appeaseth euery troubled vvaue So great a virtue holy Reliques haue On euery vvall vvhy should not Ladies see Such stories and by them instructed be VVhat vveare the actions of renovvned Dames In antient times vvhere-vvith they made their names In catologue of Saints to be enro'lde And by Fames trumpe in after-times extold VVhy should not euery vvall and corner Preach And vvhat religion HELEN vvas of teach Oh vvicked daies of ours vvhen Danaes rape And naked Goddesses immodest shape As for an Apple they contention had To be descided by the Phrygian lad VVhen vvorkes of Aretines lasciuious hand Shall curiously in chambers painted stand Casting lust darts through vvindovves of the eie And vvith luxurious thoughts make the soule die But Images of Christ his Mother Saints VVhom pietie and true deuotion paintes VVith sacrilegious hand shall be defa'st In peeces broake and out of Churches cast In darkest shades let Manes euer bide And his tvvo impious sons on either side VVho vvorship due to Reliques first did blame And pietie fond superstition name Let them make Hell resound vvith vvofull plaints For their impietie 'gainst God and Saints It is enough that Infidels and Ievves VVho Gods and his Saints Images abuse Doe euerlasting pennance for their fault But let our Christian vvorld be better taught Let none vvho in our common vvealth doe dvvell For such impietie goe dovvne to Hel. Let all vvho are vvasht in great IESVS name VVith bended knee humblie adore the same Let all vvho IESVS and his friends affect The Tabernacles of his Saincts respect Surely blest Nymph errours detested night Thy happie times shall turne to faire daie light Thy Hymenaean Torches are the Sun By vvhich this good to Britaine shall be done For Gods Eternall vvisdome by vvhose hand The vvorld is gouern'd as it first did stand By a proportion'd meanes vvill bring to passe VVhat but in vaine by force attempted vvas VVee joye to read as sacred stories count That Clodoue vvas to the holy Font By his Clotilda brought the Lombards King Doth Ledolinda to the true faith bring Thy Auncestors the Gothes are likevvise seene Reuok'd from Errors by their pious Queene VVho vvounded vveare by great Achilles speare By the same vveapon to be cured vveare Against a Scipio vvho vvas Caesars foe In Caesars armie doth a Scipio goe VVhen as Melania by her blinde guide taught Errors of Origen to great Rome brought VVhere-vvith opinion of an holy name Shee and Ruffinus did dilate the same As Debora did not Marcella rise And make the erring Romaines ope their eies Made shee not Barach to stretch out his hand And put to flight the nevv-sprung errors bands The Lyons vvhelpe of Iuda shall oppose His force against that Lyons force vvho goes About the vvorld seeking each vvhere to eate The soules of men are this fierce Lyons meate In Edens Garden the curs'd tree did grovv VVhose fruit vvas death leaues sicknesse branches vvoe In top of Golgotha must spring a tree VVhich from these miseries shall set vs free â—nne vvas the EVE vvhich gaue vs our deaths vvound MARIE the vvoman is shall make vs sound A lavvlesse Mariage ENGLAND did vndoe Thy vvish't for Mariage ENGLAND shall renue Against their King vvhen ABSALON vvas slaine Rebellious SEBA moues the Tribes againe But a vvise vvoman in Abela tovvne Doth SEBAS head from Cittie vvalles cast dovvne And by the death of a seditious Knaue From IOABS furie doth her people saue Shall vvee be troubled vvith eternall jarres VVill no ALCIDES giue end to the vvarrs And Hollands many headed HYDRA kill VVhich doth vvith tumults our North-climate fill This Monster hath a Cockatrices breath Threatning to Monarkes and all Kingdomes death No DIONS novv no BRVTI liue againe Detesting lavvlesse tyrannie should raigne But Athens thirtie tyrants and Romes ten VVill change a Monarchy for diuerse men Religion is too poore a Maske to hide Their Treason that it should not be espide The vvorld be taught that breach of Faith to Kings First Heresie then Atheisme then Hell brings VVho doe contremne the Church their Mothers lore VVill at the last acknovvledge CHRIST no more And vvee haue seene them count it a small losse For Turkish Moones to change the Christian CROSSE My vvorthy Countrie-men vvhy are you slaues To Brevvers Coblers Basket-making Knaues VVhy doe you voluntarie your selues thrust To patronize a cause as Hell vn-just You ansvvere that you part of Holland take For the Lords vvord and for his Gospell sake The Gospell saies let CAeSAR haue his due Hovv for the Gospell fight you then thinke you Thieues their Kings rob and you against all lavv That thieues may keep stolne goods your vveapons draw But if you nearer to their Gospell looke You le finde it is a Matchiuilian booke VVherein each leafe containeth damned things Conspiracies and treasons against Kings Sovving sedition amongst other men That they may sleepe safe in their Cacus den Let vvartes destroie France Germanie and Beme VVhat doe they care so vvarres be far from them VVhat Gospel can they haue vvhere Turks vvhere Ievvs Their Synagogues and prophane Mesquits vse Is not their Amsterdam the drugs the fex The sinke of all impuritie and sects Could Hannibal
more sundrie nations tell Then sects contrarie in that Babell dvvell But that no matter is Ievv Atheist Turke So he defie the Pope is of their Kirke Moreouer can rebellions cause be just VVhen thieues true Lords out of possession thrust VVhat if a D' Alua bore a heauie hand Must they forth-vvith vp in rebellion band Against their King and take from him his ovvne If so vvhat Prince can sit safe in his throne Le ts praie that Princes may doe vvhat is right And not vvith trait'tous armes against them fight But you doe not examine much their cause Their friendship you into the action dravves VVhy should you take such tyrants for your freinds VVho affect none but for their priuare ends Let Massacres in remote Indies shevv If Holland be our ENGLANDS friend or no. Oh that our Seas could speake vve soone should heare VVhat good-vvill Hollanders to ENGLAND beare Let jestes let scoffes let mockes at King and state Make knovvne their litle loue if not great hate To Prince and vs as helpes haue bene deni'de To backe their Heresie their theft their pride Ill-nurturde svvaines not taught vvhat is a King A God on earth a Consecrated thing DAVID laments that he cut his Kings coate VVhen these vvith open mouth vvith open throate Gods Vice-roies bite their royall actions blame VVith frumpes vvith quips Monarchs expose to shame Let base Typhaeus brood vvhose pride is such That they the holie ones of God dare touch VVith slandring libels expiate such vvrongues VVith losse of hands and forfeiture of tongues Yea let such Caitiues for blaspheming die VVho touch Kings touch the apple of Gods eie Let eu'ry Simei eu'ry slandring Knaue The saucy Eupolis misfortune haue And here their often mention'd Tempel fayles T' is Satans Ghost vvhich against Princes rayles VVhen the vvhole vvorld is in combustuous fire Subjects against their Kings each vvhere conspire Base-borne Abimelech his brethren kills Mis-gotten Mansfield Realmes vvith rapine fills And all these mischiefes fram'd this vvorld of harmes In Hollands Aetna vvhere Cyclops make armes For Hells black Prince 'gainst God himselfe to fling And Sions Citie to destruction bring Let none it contrarie to reason thinke That I haue temper'd some gall vvith my incke VVhen I doe heare base Eupolis so bold To rayle at Kings my splene I cannot hold Though I at vices not at persons ayme I affect Holland but rebellion blame And let the Netherlanders once be good Let them cashire this their rebellious mood And as Religion teacheth againe bring VVonted obedience to Hesperias King Reasons and thousand arguments I 'le frame To eternise industrious Hollands name Meane vvhile vvill none inspir'd vvith heau'nly fire Fore-tel hovv Spaines great King shall sacke proud Tyres VVill no Ioues seed once-more in Lerna lake The many heads from this foule Hydra take No Iohn de Austria their cities vvin No Parma take reuolting Holland in No demi-god better then other men Grapple vvith theiuish Cacus in his den Cacus vvho hath his Father Vulcans shape Cacus vvho liues by Homicide and rape No no our God vvill not haue Iury land Set free alone by valiant Barachs hand But Iabins captaine pearced in the head By Iahels vvife shall at her feete fall dead Ambitious Ammon euer looking high By Esters Prayers hanged aloft shall die Great Princesse thou art Iudith by vvhose hands Proud Holofernes leader of Hells bands Shall vanquisht be thou art Abelas Dame VVhose Nuptiall rites shall Holland Rebells tame Seditious Sebas head shall buy a peace And vvith the Tribes submission vvars shall cease Thou hast Pulcherias birth her state her face In the attempt of great things haue her grace So let thy Actions crovvne thy life vvith praise That after-times thy Monuments may raise And as thy Ancestors their Nephevv Kings Excite to enterprise of vvorthie things So be thy deeds thy royall issues booke VVherein hovv they shall liue they alvvaies looke Antiquitie doth of an Atlas count On his backe bearing vp Olympus mount Our IESVS is vvise Atlas by his hands Sion vvas built and on his backe it standes Our Atlas dies vvho shall supplie his place Hath he left heires of this supporting grace Firme-pillars of best marble compos'd all Beare Sion on their backes that it not fall VVho in Gods Church vvill haue a Pillars part Must be vvell practiz'd in the bearing art Hath not truths selfe his promise giu'n that those VVho tryumph ouer their Infernall foes Shall in his Church be Pillars vvhilst no frovvne No Hellish violence can cast them dovvne VVhen vve see thee Great CHARLES vanquish each foe VVhich doth in battaile against virtue goe VVhen vvee behold in all thy actes such grace Shall not vvee promise thee a Pillars place Of IESVS Church a Pillar thou shalt be VVhilest IESVS Church shall be borne vp by thee VVith Hercules vvhere Sol his steedes doth vvet Thou shalt thy Monuments and Columnes set And vvrite non vltra to the after-daies Forbidding all to aequalize thy praise VVhilest no great Monarke nor great Monarkes Son Shall doe so much for Church as thou hast done In first place vvrought by IESVS cunning hand Most eminent doth SIMON PETER stand To PETER next vvhilst ' he supporteth all In IESVS Church a Pillars place hath PAVLE A cruell death vvhich did tvvo vvhole daies last Could not firme ANDREVV to the Earth dovvne cast Great IAMES IOHNS brother and ZEBEDIES child By HEROD kild and Spains Apostle stil'd VVhether he vvent and vvith victorious hand To IESVS faith subu'de that noble land IOHN of vvhite Marble made though his out-side VVas gold in fyerie flames refin'd and tride VVas not vvhite marble his Parthenian brest Of Golden loue vvas not made all the rest THOMAS eternall Monuments shall haue Amongst the Indians vvhere he hath his graue SIMON THADDEVS PHILIP holy IAMES VVhose vvondrous virtue either knee proclaimes Rough BARTHOLMEVV vvithout though faire vvithin for IESVS name Tyrant pul'd off his skin For IPHIGENIA HIRTAOVS may frovvne Yea kil blest MATTHEVV but not cast him dovvne MATTHIAS vvhom the holy Ghost did chose For that place vvhich Iscariot did lose Sermons of BBRNABE vvill teach vvhat can Persvvasions vvhich proceed from a good man Of the same matter of vvhich other men Th'Apostles vveare composde yet knovv that vvhen IESVS them Columnes in his Church did place Hee so them temp'red vvith caelestiall grace That mauger anie vvinde or aduerse blast They keepe their place yea rather stand more fast The last perfection and supremest forme VVas giuen them vvhen as the vvisht-for storme Of diuine grace and clouen tongues of fire Made the roome shake vvhere Christs friends did retire Before this storme a silly vvenches frovvne Did cast the chiefest of the Pillars dovvne CEPHAS as to him a poore Damzell calls Denies his IESVS miserably falls But once confirmed by this devv of grace No threats no vvhips can make him leaue his place
phantastike meate My bodies figure and a tipike VVine For I a substance promist ' not a signe The Architect of lies maketh such Feasts And vvith like fopperies deceiues his guests Hee carries them to Castles of the aire And makes them thinke they feede on daintie fare VVhen they eate nothing all are trickes of his Each thing a signe each thing a shaddov is They neither haue before them flesh nor fish But idle faith composeth eu'ry dish Call they not mee impostor vvith high Priests VVho saie that I so jugle vvith my ghests I bid them to a banquet saie their meate Shall be diuine my bodie they shall eate But vvhen they sit dovvne an od fellovv saith Take eate this bread and feed on Christ by faith The putid Berengarius mumbled so And long since for an Heretique did goe And yet the people must persuaded be That such a dinner vvas ordain'd by me MARIE his Mother vvho triumph'de or'e Hell Giueth a voice to making of this Bell. And bids all people to this Temple goe VVhich in the former lines my Muse doth shevv And thus she speakes This Church vnto my Son Belongs for in it are due honours done To mee his Mother IESVS Priests are heere For pietie hath builded euerie vvhere Many faire Altars and to honour mee The vvorld continuall sacrifice doth see Each hart is made an holy Altar stone VVhereon due victimes vnto mee are done Petitions are the Hoasts vvhich please mee vvell As vvith deuotions Frankinsence they smell VVhen as the vvorld its first beginning had And sin had made the tvvo beginners sad Great God the serpent punishing from vvhom Both sin and sadnesse came pronounc'd this doome That there should be an euerlasting vvarre T'vvixt mee and Satan betvvixt those vvho are His Sons and such vvho from my bovvels spring Such Children at the Crosse I forth did bring That vvas the groning Bed I laie vpon VVhen at my IESVS death I did beare IOHN And in him the vvhole Church my eldest boie Borne vvithout paine but not vvithout much joye Great IESVS vvas the earth and heauen smilde VVhen my vvombe blest the vvorld vvith this braue child IESVS and IOHNS acknovvledge I my seed In sorrovv IOHNS as RACHEL I did breed IOHNS knovving I am theirs and IESVS Mother VVith filiall loue affect me 'fore all other Knovv then that Tempel in the vvhich you see My progenie IESVS true Church to bee Novv by these markes you shall my children knovv A great respect and loue to me they shovve They knovv vvhat grace on earth God to me gaue They knovv vvhat glorie in the heau'ns I haue Such Chrysostome such Anselme Bernard vveare By God instructed in my visions share They knovv vvhat int'rest I haue in my Son He euer hath and vvill graunt mee each boone Like Bersabee I sit at his right hand And though I doe intreat yet I commaund Therefore to mee they doe direct their prairs My Son heares my petitions I heare theirs A mothers title doth my IESVS moue Mee to helpe them forceth a Mothers loue VVhere you see Virgins deuoute humble lovv There 's IESVS Church into that Temple goe VVhere you see some vvith loues vvings mount on high They are my seed so vvhilst I liu'de did I. Mine are those Children vvho make me their glasse T' adorne themselues vvith virtues as I vvas By such apparell you my seed shall knovv But Satans sons in diff'rent habits goe Yet learne their markes that vvhen you shal them meet You may discerne them by their clouen feete God promised a vvoeman vvho should tread On the old serpens necke and bruise his head Am I not shee vvho conceiu'd vvithout sin In Mothers vvombe to bruise him did begin VVhom sin taints not sin is the serpents head Such trample on him yea such strike him dead EVE vvas a cursed tree on vvhich did grovv To ADAM and his generation vvoe I bore a fruit IESVS my royall Son VVho did restore vvhat ADAM had vndone Grovving in Caluarie vpon a CROSSE He did repaire terrestriall Edens losse VVherefore 'gainst me vvhom mightie God did chuse And as a meanes in mans redemption vse 'Gainst mee the Mother of the God of Hoafls The Prince of Hell musters his damned Ghosts 'Gainst mee each Goblin each infernall sprite Proclaimeth vvarre spitteth at mee his spite But since my person they cannot come nigh Glorie and grace haue lifted me so high That diu'lish malice vvhich to mee they ovve In blasphemies and opprobries they shovv So doth the Serpent and his vvicked race Diminish that all ouer-shadovving grace VVherevvith the holy Ghost my soule did fill VVhen IESVS leauing high Olympus hill Chose my parthenian vvombe that flesh to make VVhich on himselfe the Deitie vvould take VVhen they dare saie offenders vvith sin foule As much grace beautifies as my pure soule If God my ANSELME did inspire as hee Affirmes hovv those that are deuoute to me May firmely hope that their names helpe to fill That booke vvhich Gods predestinating vvill Hath vvrit this pietie and filiall loue My deuotes to enroll great God doth moue Shall not such justly feare their names to finde In the blacke booke of death vvhose canker'd minde Replenisht is vvith spight vvith splene vvith hate Against my person and my glorious state Can such more spit their rancourd malice forth Then in diminishing my graces vvorth They saie God me no gifts peculiar gaue So great a sanctitie as I all haue Daies Festiuall ordain'd to honour mee By these my foes quite abrogated be They striue that I Mother of such a Son Should be forgot as if I nought had done The Serpent labours in the Desert vvilde First to deuoure the vvoman then the childe These Caitiues knovv that honour vvhich I share Redounds to IESVS vvhose my merits are For vvhat in mee is eminent is good Is IESVS grace That is the Ocean Floud From vvhence Saints merits flovv and to the maine By gratitude must back returne againe And though they seeme at mee alone to ayme Yet they vvell knovv vvhat dart hurtes me the same VVoundeth my IESVS such relation is Tvvixt him and mee my opprobries are his Therefore vvhen mooued by their du'ilish sire They slander me 'gainst IESVS they conspire VVhen Antiochians vvill their hatred shovv Vnto their Kesars they their statues throvv Contemptibly to ground on Kings they vvreake Their fury as their Portratures they breake Could these Iconoclasts vvith impious hand My person touch I should no more commaund As Angels Empresse nor in highest heau'n Injoye that glorie vvhich my Son hath giu'n But since their malice cannot reach so high They in my holy Pictures me defie They breake and despise these out Churches thr 〈…〉 And if they could they eake vvould vse mee soe Nay vvorse then Saul possest vvith an ill sp'right VVhat serpent could not doe these sons of night Attempted haue vvhilst their blaspheming tongue Hath me defiled vvith transgressions
and aftervvards liue poore And it is true a foole blest man thou vvert And novv thy holy sons plaie the fooles part But he vvho vvhat is folly knovveth best VVhat vvisdome as he preacheth doth not jest That vvho are fooles in the vvorlds purblinde eies In Gods best seeing sight are truly vvise And if vve rightly censure he 's a sott VVho judgeth that for good vvhich good is not Hovv many doe vvee see vvho are all ill Haue riches honours pleasures at their vvill VVhen good are poore if there can good men be In this vilde vvorld vvhere most men bad vve see Therefore Antiquitie makes Plutus blinde Because he seldome honest men can finde To pleasure vvith his drosse the very same As to the good Ioue sendeth him falls lame But vvhen hee 's bid to vvicked men repaire He puts on vvings and flieth in the aire In our great IESVS vvas all vvisdomes store Yet did he liue contemned here and poore VVhat pleasures had he vvhom he loued best His Mother and Apostles nere could rest Alvvaies in troubles of all men thought vvorst Despis'de neglected suffring hunger thirst Cloth'd poorely entertaind vvith scoffes vvith quips Esteemd seducers dang'rous beate vvhith vvhips Surely if vvorldly men the right vvay goe IESVS vvould not haue let his friends liue soe Further great Saint though thy sons appeare base This verie basenesse doth the temple grace The stones are rough vvhich vndermost of all Support the building that it doe not fall Such stones in vision that great Prelate savv VVho gaue allovvance to thy stricter lavv In the vvorld is varietie of things All cannot Kesars be and mightie Kings All are not persons fit for Princes court There must be some vvho are of meaner sort Some must to Indies goe some in shops stand There must be contriemen to plough the land Yet this so much varietie of place Not only must be but eke giues a grace Neither are riches equally to all Out dealt some are vvhom vvealthy men vve call Others are poore vvhat then ther 's no lesse art In representing vvell the poore mans part Then in the acting of a King or Duke VVisemen vvhat part is plaid not so much looke As hovv t' is done you vvill graunt IESVS vvise Yet he plaid Codrus in a poore mans guise Codrus he acted and in beggers vveed To saue his people vvillingly did bleed Happy vvho chose vvith IESVS to be poore And vvith their Maister beg from doore to doore Happy thrice happy such this is my note Though the vvorld laugh and forth vvith saie I dote Our IESVS knevv if he should keepe his state No malice vvould praeoccupate his fate No Priests vvould for him thirtie pence out tell No Iudas vvould his sou'raigne so cheape sell. VVherefore he makes himselfe vvith Codrus poore And by his death doth man to life restore FRANCIS exprest the poore mans person to VVhich he of IESVS learned so to doe That vvhen the dramme vvith his life did expire A clap vvas giu'n by God and Angels quire And thou though last yet not LOIOLA least As daintie junkets at end of a feast So novv the vvorld is old and almost past Thou dost invite and please our Christian tast VVhen vvith thee in thy banner thou dost bring The name of IESVS our all conq'ring King Blest such true Sons vvho in their hart and flag Haue IESVS vvrit and vvith their Father brag Not in fames shaddovv sumptuous buildings drosse But only in their IESVS name and CROSSE VVhat hath Semiramis obtaind the Crovvne And shevves Magnificence in Babels tovvne Or doe the Amazons for ILIONS sake By Argiues ransaked a nevv Troie make Hath Dido as shee sees Sichaeus dead Into hott Afrique from Pigmalion fled VVhere shee imploies the treasure of her Purse In the erecting of a stately burse Our chiefe Preist IESVS through false treason dies From second Nuptials his Eliza flies MARTHA the vveeping MARIES sister fled First in this maner a Pigmalions bed And vvith her folke comming to Marsiles shore Of liuing stones gath'red a royall store To build a Church vvhere rightly should be done Best victimes to her Gods eternal son These stones vvere Virgins Chrysolithes them name For they refined vvere in true loues flame A troope of royall dames to labour fall Some the foundation some build vp the vvall Most of the Companie ascend aboue And deck the highest roofe vvith golden loue As in a summer month vvee often see The hiues frequented by the busie Bee Some goe from home some come backe to the Hiue Each pritty soule as Emulous doth striue VVho shall doe most the drones and vvho are slacke As they approach are from the hiue beat backe Some to bring vp the young ones haue a care Some to vnburden those vvho loaden are VVhilst none are idle none spend ill their time The honied house smels redolent vvith thyme In this Parthenian troupe none idle stand But to the labour each one puts her hand And bring vvell-tasting honie to the hiues Their actions honie are suck'd from Saints liues On flovv'res of Saints braue deedes these Virgins rest And by praire feeding suck out vvhat is best They learne of DOMINICK and KATRINE zeale To praie and labour for their neighbours vveale Of FRANCIS they humilitie doe learne Of CLARE hovv to themselues they shal be stearne And full of svveete they come backe to their home VVhere they the honie make and honie combe All full of louely svveet amongst them all Not one conuerseth vvho hath the least gall That IESVS Church neuer hath shades of night But a perpetuall and constant light Thereof vvee must ascribe not the least part To these Bees and their honie making art These Maiden Bees a Virgin vvaxe doe vvorke Of vvhich are Candles made for IESVS Kirke Their liues are Torches from vvhence light is gi'un VVhich as men see they praise the God of heau'n MARCELLA FABIA PAVLA and her childe EVSTOCHIVM in such vvorke vvere neuer toild EVSTOCHIVM natures vvonder in vvhose brest Most arts all virtues chiefest tongues did rest VVe thee SCHOLASTICA amongst the first Behold a Romaine CLAeLIA vvho durst Be author to thy high descended Dames Hovv they shall eternize their royall names VVhen thy Eduina sprung of English Kings Vnto our Temple a ritch Saphyr brings VVee 'le say by her oblation may be seene Although she spurn'da Crovvne shee vvas a Queene Of many Hildas Rictruds could vvee tell By thee instructed in religious Cell To offer amethysts vvhose virtues rare Against intemperance approoued are Of vvell tun'de voices to make vp a Quire VVe vvill not goe vvith IEREMIE and hire Lamenting vvoemen vvho shall NENIAS sing For good IOSIAS death their slaughtred King Thy English Nymphes Great Saint shall neuer fayle By daie by night their IESVS death to vvaile They shall in streetes of Adradremon mone And in the blacke fieldes of Mageddo grone They shall fill Adadremmon vvith said cries Because IOSIAS in Mageddo
dies Great GREGORIE procurer of our blisse The Quires chiefe Maister and directour is Though Pope yet for his Father BENETS sake He for his sisters holy songs vvill make And though the ditties vvith their tunes are plaine Yet there is Majestie in en'ry straine Yea though deaths songs resound in eu'ry place Yet shall this sorrovv giue the Musike grace And men shal argue as their rauisht eare Such pleasant straines of Melodie doth heare VVhether on Organs once more Angels plaie VVhilest manie Cecilies together praie Or els the Nine leauing their forked hill Our lovver Orbe vvith Harmonie doe fill Here also vve behold bare-footed CLARE Her Damsels eake though noble bare-foote are I dispute vvith my selfe vvhat shall be done By these so royal Ladies vvithout shoone Doth it by IESVS vvill to their lot fall To prepare Morter for the Churches vvall Yes sure CLARE vvas a Morter treading Dame The Morter vvas riches base pleasures fame To trample on such Morter CLARE did vse This vvas the reason vvhy shee vvore no shoes And that trash vvith vvhose loue the vvorld doth burne Her chaster of-spring vvith their feete doe spurne Doe vve not see vvhilst these such Morter tread The vvoeman brusing the old serpents head IESVS to FRANCIS he to CLARE did Preach And all of pouertie a lesson teach She learnes her Nuns in spirit to be poore And then vvhat nature askes to vse no more Nay the strict lavves of pouertie are such That often-times it must not haue so much For vvhere sufficient is nothing doth vvant T is certaine that there Pouertie is scant VVhere transitorie things abundant are There vve doe vvant true daughters of poore CLARE Each Nun must be familiar vvith these foure Daughters of pouertie all Christned poore Poore fare poore Clothes poore lodging and poore Cell Let her not thinke her selfe in health not vvell Vnlesse to these foure sisters vvhom her God So much esteemes shee joyne her selfe the od TERESA glorie of novv-dearest Spaine Top of Carmelus smoothing vvith thy Plane VVhat rugged is each sexe thou makest nevv VVhilst thou dost both vvith abnegation hevv Surely blest Nymph ELIAS vvill not grieue If in his order vve a share thee giue Nor can his children justly make complainte As IESVS giues a Canonized Sainte So vvhen the troopes of IABIN conqu'red are BARACH and IAHELS vvife the glorie share T is true foyld Sisara from BARACH fled Yet IAHELS vvife the nayle strucke on the head The great ELIAS put selfe-loue to flight Thou vvith thy perfect rule dost kill him quite In MOYSES lavv vvhat only vvas in chase Is fully vanquish't in the lavv of grace Sure ZEVXIS had much choise vvho vvhen he vvas To paint Ioues sister as a beauteous las A thousand Virgins had of feature rare Lims equally compacted faces faire Presented to his vievv that euery part VVhich vvas most eminent by his great art He might expresse one Virgin gold thread vveares In tresses place he dravves her golden heires He paints anothers forehead high yet plaine There Venus might make sport and Iuno raigne And curiouflie obserueth all theit eyes As vvanton Cupid vp and dovvne them flies And vvhere the Boye is vvaggish yet in avve Of Mothers presence he that eye doth dravv He makes a nose rise like a marble tovvre Hee eies too lips in vvhich as in a bovvre Fragrant vvith Roses delight lou'de to dvvell Roses they vvere for colour and for smell Hee dravves the Colour vvith his pensil right To giue the smell exceeds his Pensils might Eares as Bee-hiues he makes though no Bee there For Bees vvith stings might the beholders feare But in the patterne may be there vvare some For hovv should honie els in the hiues come Yet tvvo rich perles and they shevvd vvondrous vvel Did hang as Clappers at each siluer Bell. A dimple graced much a Ladies chin Dravving that part he put the dimple in A Nymph as her the painter much doth vievv Dieth her cheekes vvith a Vermilion hevv Those cheekes vvhich by that blushing got much grace Hee blushing paintes and so makes vp his face Like to the face all parts dovvne to the feet In handsomnes and just proportion meete To vvhich he could no more perfection giue Vnlesse his cunning had made all to liue But had Prometheus giu'n heatc to this Dame ' VVe should againe haue hear of Paris flame And once more Phrigians through Sicilians ire Should haue done penance vvith their Citties fire Surely vvhen blest TERESA did deuise The model of her vvorke before her eies God set each order as a beauteous Dame That vvhat in each vvas perfect in her frame Shee might expresse vvith eu'ry order stands IESVS great selfe the vvorke of vvhose blest hands Each order is TERESA on him lookes His vvordes her lessons are his deedes her bookes Shee markes that he doth doe far more then saie VVhen he commands he leads himselfe the vvaie Therefore to Nuns shee Preacheth vvith her actes And teacheth not so much by vvordes as facts As she her life in vvritings forth doth bring VVith Xenophon she faineth not a King But in her selfe trulie expresseth hovv A votarie is bound to keepe her vovv If Virtues fulnesse anie vvhere doth vvant T is vvhere the humble virtue made her scant As she each order vievves a graue svveete Quire From one she learnes though charities best fire Descend from heau'n yet she obserues the care Another hath by meanes of mentall praier To keepe it in This praier must serue the turne And in her Virgins breasts make loues fire burne And vvithout this Relligion is nighte This must to each act giue a cheerefull lighte Her Nuns must oft retire vnto their Cell And there reflect hovv idly or hovv vvell They haue spent precious time hovv that or this They may amend vvhen it is done amisse VVhen in obeying they are slovv vvhen halt VVhat motiues and vvhat meanes to mend this fault Terrene propensions doe keepe dovvne their soule Some blemishes their purity make foule Here meditation makes them mount on highe And to the top of all perfection flie To vvash their sins in IESVS clensing bloud And bath their errours in a vveeping floud Of him vvhose rare discretion is seene In invvard motions the foure virtues Queene Prudence she learnes this doth direct her Quill VVhilest she her Papers doth vvith precepts fill She teacheth hers to meditate on sins And Heli as complacence of good begins To puffe them vp againe vvhen feares cast dovvne To ponder Gods great mercy and heau'ns crovvne She hamm'reth much on this doth this much Preach Hovv vnto God alone their loue must reach They feare loue honour must and serue their God For himselfe onely not for feare of rod VVhich punisheth transgressours not for lust Of those svveete meates vvherevvith he feedes the just She teacheth them although on earth they dvvell To build vvithin their soules an heau'nly Cell The Saints their God in the heau'ns alvvaies finde God dvvelleth in a