and sent to Heauen as some say in a stringe The portly Beare the shininge STAR ▪ this whurly burly ceast In Princesse cause haue rebels rage by Iustice skill dicreast And quiet made those stormes which then did seeme to floe And quēched quite those glimering sparks that then began to gloe Euen sodainely the wauering Moone ▪ so apte for euery chaunge As eke the Bull whiche after him most fickelly did raunge Had lost the day that lingring hope to gayne their mindes had fed Another Birde of carelesse kinde after their Pipes was led As well content to treade the daunce that they had so begonne As into further perill sure disordredly to runne And now with forraine power they mixed do remaine Intendinge by their practise found to worke their Countries paine They nought regard the Princesse loue hir fauour they disdaine Also hir offred Pardon late the Bull and Moone thought vaine And contrary vnto theyr Othes vnto their Princesse plight They tooke the field against hir grace and offred there to fight But then the STAR prepard in post their malice to withstand And at the last a prudent Beare ▪ would take the Bull in hande The Moone was quaild the Bulles hart faild they fled away for feare And left their Soldiars in the field dispersed here and theare Who hearyng these two Champions fled began to shifte for life But England hath iust cause to hate the Authours of this strife But then the Redcombd byrd in field in Princes cause was found With Speare Shield by force of Armes those Rebels to confound And none more prest then he was there for to pursue the chase Of those that sought as periured wights to disobay hir Grace But when these stormes were calmd and euery thyng at rest Euen then to ioyne with them we heare the carelesse Byrde thought best And beyng a faithfull feathered Byrde disceyte hath chokte his hart But God I pray for Christes sake their stony mindes conuart And ouerthrow the enterprice that they haue take in hand Which only tendes the Lawes of God and Princesse to withstand But if their mindes corrupt do Diuelish custome loue And that to place the Pope in Throne this discord now they moue Let them take héede for God is iust and Maugre all their might As he hath donne so will he now for his Elected fight When Pharo did oppresse the Isralites wée reade He plagued him and all his Land with sundry Plagues in deede And Maugre Pharoes Hoast and fortitude so stronge He brought them thence drowned those that would his people wronge And is he not the same God now like wonders for to show On those that neither will his might nor Gospell learne to know Thinke you his Arme doth weaken now or is his power lesse At this present then then it was his foes for to suppresse If not why seeke ye then his Honour to decay And that the Pope in England should againe beare rulinge sway Where are your English hartes become is truth and faith now fled Haue ye forgot the place where ye where borne and also bred Regard ye not your Nourse your Natiue zoyle and Land Whose Honour you are bound to séeke and all hir fees withstand Your God ye should obay his worde you ought to loue Your Crowne and Countrie to defend it would you all behoue First God to Honour ye are bound for giuinge breathed life For blessyng you with wealthes increase as you haue felt full rife And next your Queene whose clemencie ye haue both knowne and felt Which bountuously vnto you all hir gracious giftes hath delt As well for that hir Grace is heyre vnto the Crowne And child vnto the Eight Henrie a Prince of hie renowne As also that hir Maiestie all errours doth suppresse And trauels still that Gods truth may in England haue successe And to your Countrie ye be bound as Nature doth you will Because that she hath Nurst you vp ye ought to loue hir still In hir Defence ye ought with sword as well in Princesse cause In bloudy field to striue against all those that hate hir lawes But you forget all this no God nor Prince ye feare Ne to your Countrie any loue your déedes do proue you beare But euen as Catterpillers sure ye seeke hir wealth to spoile But God is able by his power to giue you all the foile When that his people haue ben vext by Tirants raginge yre As now your Pope this rule to kéepe perhaps doth you require Whose peltinge Pardon ye enioy to make your hartes so stronge That forth ye rush to worke your wils suppressinge right for wronge What are ye now absolu'd from thrift and fall to sinne Or doth the Pope to make you Saincts for this practise beginne Why then its Cock ye may be bold the Heauens shal be your owne I blame ye not if your good willes to further him be showne But harke ye Balaams blind if Popish Saincts ye bee The darknesse with cleare light at no time can agree Can Christe an◠Belliall loue can truth a falsehood bée Or shall the Goates expulse the Lambes from Heauen confesse to mée No more can you his Sainctes the Flocke of God deface Ne yet his Pardon graunt to you in Heauen a resting place But yet if cursed cruell Cain which shed iust Abels blood For Homicide shall winne the Heauens then Christ shall doo you good If Arius that Heretique enioy felicitie Then shall your Pope you his Sainctes which are as ill as he If Iudas for betraying Christe shall raigne in Heauen on hie So shall the Pope and you his Saincts I can it not denie If Mahomet that Prophete false eternitie doo gaine Then shall the Pope you his Sainctes in Heauen be sure to raigne If Iulius Apostata with Christe a place possesse So shall the Pope and you his Saincts of force I must confesse But harke prepare your eares to heare what tidinges I shall tell As these for their most wicked liues did sincke downe into Hell. So shall the Pope and all his Saincts vnlesse they doo repent Receiue like hyre when Christ frō Heauē to Iudge vs shal be sent For none more prone then he the truthe for to withstand And none more apte then are his Saincts to take the sworde in hand ▪ To fight against Gods heauenly truth and those that loue the same Such zeale haue they vnto the drosse that peltinge Popes did frame What truth their doctrine hath is easie for to trie A man may Iudge the fruites thereof that hath but halfe an eie No truth contaynes the same therein is flatly coutcht A heape of errours false and vaine which they for truth haue voucht Then cursed are they then that Heresies maintaine And teach vntruthes in steede of truth the Apostell saieth plaine If Christes death and precious bloud shed forth vpon the Crosse Unable be to pourge our sinne and pay to God our losse His death was vaine I iudge his bloud was shed in
saith Christe shall perish and decaie When his eternall veritie vnspotted still shall staie And though Saule hauock make of his and touch them to the quicke Let Saule take héede for hard it is to spurne against the pricke For though his Curres a time do persecute and spoyle At last Gods truth maugre there might shall giue his foes the foyle In spite of all his crew that purpose his aduaunce Gods truth through knowledge at the last shall rule and raigne in Fraunce He shall confound that carelesse traine those Iabins fearce and fell Which spoile his Church kil his Saincts that loue his déere Gospell In steede of warre and bloudy fight he shall establish peace And plant his worde euen there as here when Papistrie shall cease In Flaunders to discourse the Tirannie which is there Not only strikes the hart with griefe but noyes the Christian eare As well by fight as other wise â–ª the Popish trayne do toyle To wast and harme the godly ones their goods to pray by spoyle Yonge men and Uirgines pure which God and truth do loue O violent rigour from this life by dent of death doth moue The Husband from his Wife by violence is refte And oftentimes the wife euen then all Husbandles is lefte And all to kéepe the Pope in Throne God knowes a heauy thinge When Darnell shal be caused thus by Princes power to springe ¶ As late a Pageant straunge by force inured there Upon a woorthie man of God seruant of Christe so deare Iohn Camberlaine he hight in Armes a woorthy man Whose hawtie courage all the traine of Papists witnes can So zealous in his Maisters cause his doctrine to maintaine As prest for to resist the crewe of Popish doctours vaine So valliant in the field to cheare his Souldiars all That Camberlaine they waile with teares and oft this Captaine call Who to the Papists was a pricke and cause of gripinge griefe Unto the Protestants in neede a comfort and reliefe Against this godly wight in Armes renowmed so His enimies conspierd still to giue him cause of woe And God permitting them this Captaine true to take A sacrifice vnto him selfe this Camberlaine did make In pryson they him cast sore clogd with yron bands Which as reward the faithfull reape at these preude Papists hands No triumphe small was made that Camberlaine was caught The Popes own pigges right ioyful were the faithfull tooke great thought And Camberlaine in fetters clogd to God did call for aide To strengthen him with pacience for constancy he praide That as he had begonne to taste the fulnes of his grace So in his truth he would confirme his fraile and mortall race Corroborat Lord this carkas now which is but dust and slime All torments straunge for to indure for testimonie thine I know as thou my Christe of worldlings wert contemd And vnder Pilate or the Iewes to cruell death condemd So shall thy seruant liynge here with fetters sore opprest Amonge the broode of currish Caines â–ª with death be due distrest I read that thy Electes by Tirantes haue ben slaine I reade that Herode for thy sake put Infants yonge to paine And afterward the Tetriarcke which Herode also hight For Herodias sake Iohn Baptist head in pryson of did smight I read that Peter and S. Paule by Nero lost their liues And so these Curres of Neroes broode thy Saincts from breath depriues And shall thy seruaunt then now subiect to thy crosse Dispaire one whit to follow thée or thinke his life a losse No no my God for sith the world haue thee no fauour showne Now should they loue or fauour those which aye remaine thine owne Oh should thy seruant thee exceede sith thou was well content With thy hart bloud vpon the Crosse to seale thy Testament Sith they haue persecuted thee thy Saincts and Prophetes pure How should they spaâ—e to vexe thy Flock which in thy truth indure These Popish Traieans brood the bluddringe Balams blinde To vexe thee in thy members still occasion do finde But Lord wheÌ„ thou shalt thinke it meete rise vp redresse the wronge That thy elected Churche and Saincts haue now indured longe With draw their neckes froÌ„ Pharos yoke thy heauy crosse remoue Not as I will but as thou wilt O rulinge Ioue aboue And fortefie this brittell Flesh so weake and fraile my Christ That to the death with losse of bloud thy foes I may resist This carkas is the praie that Papistes thinke to spoile To reaue from it my breathed life with hote desire they toyle But so confirme my faith when perilles present be That feare of death constraine me not to swarue or straie from thee The Chaos of this fleash is mould and slippery dust Then whereunto or vnto whom should I thy seruant trust But only vnto thée my God whose mercy doth abound Which to relieue thy Saincts opprest by grace meane hast founde To thee I still appeale to thee I call and crie My faith perswades me I am thine although my fleash shall dye And with thy preaching Paule who resteth in thy handes I couet Lorde dissolu'd to be from these terrestriall bandes But when it shall thée please thy Sion hill restore Reedefie Ierusalem deface the Popish Lore The Turrets of prowde Babilon in mercie ouerthrowe That all the worlde a mighty God thy Maiestie may knowe This said the Tormentours in hast from pryson him conuay To Brussels in the market steede where they their Pagents play So straunge to hear and know as any hart would bléede To thinke that woorthy Camberlaine should so be vexte in déede Whose paines so passinge were so perillous and great That any Pagan would abhorre to worke so vilde a feate For passinge by the Bishops gate a gate so named there With knife in hande a slaughter man to Camber did appeare And vnto him approched fast and cut of both his eares Which facte of those that feare the Lord requiers bloudy teares But yet as vncontent they prosecute their ill They spoile him of his robes and then they whip and scourge him still Unto the firie flames where he shall fine his vitall life Where they his torments to enlarge do showe them selues full rife And then with yron Tonges in fire burninge hot They pinch and pul his flesh from boanes all mercy is forgot But he opprest with payne to God doth call and crie To place his soule amonge his Sainctes aboue the Starrie skie But when his flesh from boanes is pluckt in many a place About the market steede with whippes they Camberlaine do chase So that no parte of him is free from bloudy streames so redde And then to firie flames againe this Godly man is ledde Where as they did before they double more his payne From boanes to plucke his tender flesh the Tormenters are fayne But still he crieth to God to ayde him in that case And at the laste to graunt to him in Heauen a resting place The Tormentors againe to take
their whippes prepare About the market him to scourge they prâ—st and ready are This donne vnto a stake they binde and tie this Godly wight And on the top a burninge tubbe of pitch the Papists pight So that the droppes did light a pace vpon his tender skinne This kinde of paine did Camberlaine for Christes Gospell winne Who then amidst his panges of payne did neuer more oblight To mightie God for to commend his ghost and troubled spright And oft he wisht that Antichrist might haue an vtter fall And that the truth might publisht be to ouerthrow of Baall But still these Uipers fell alas haue sought his tormentes still And iiii foote distant from the stake to show their cursed will. A fire huge they frame to compasse Camber bound Whose ardent heate about the stake constraines him to runne round Till God from HeaueÌ„ cast downe his eies his tormentes to asswage Who now no doubt doth rest in ioye most free from Papists rage Iudge ye that haue Gods feare iudge ye these Papists spight And magnifie the God of Gods for Camberlaine that wight Whose praise in spite of death shall liue and last for aye Maugre all those that wish and looke for such a Golden daye That they may burne and whip as Papists learne by skill All those that seeme for to prefer Gods Testament and will. ¶ Also the late attempted fact in Skottish zoyle and land Which cruell clownishe caitife late to practise tooke in hand Doth plaine discourse to me what fruites in Traitours raine As well recordes the Noble bloud Lorde Ieamie lately slaine With thundringe stroke of gunne and eger pearsinge shot A griefe to comly Courtiers sure and subiectes true God wot This Regents death is wepte with sobbes in many a place Who with the sound of iustice sought disorder to deface His truth and Noble skill in Armes was not vnknowne A pricke to those which vnto truth were heinous mortall fone But cursed be that Tiger fell that Gorgon fearce and wood Which greedely to quench his thirst did shed Lord Ieamies bloud Woe worth that Caitifes hand that made the simple morne Whose stroke of gun with heaps of ioies the Papists did adorne But so torments the mindes of those that faithfull bee That brinish streames doth show to them a dismall daie they see But yet perhaps â–ª this verlet vile which did commit this fact May Canonised be a Sainct by Pope for that his act For Cronicles discourse to me Alphonsus borne in Spaine Which did the Lore of Pope wee see by study longe maintaine Did so disdaine his brother deare Diazius by name Who then with Bucer sought to preach the woorde of life and fame That all in rage gainst reasons skill and natures skilfull Lore He sought for to conuert him still as busied euermore To hate the truth but all in vaine Diazius faithfull was And sought by truth him to allure from pelting Popish Masse And then Alphonsus fainde him self conuerted for to be And outward iesture made it play as all estates might see He seemd with tounge to speake that harte disdained quight Againste the Poape he fained then with earnest truth to fight His brother was right glad in minde and Ioyfull in his harte That Alphonse did from Papistrie to sincere truth conuarte And oft embraste him in his armes and kist his tender face Eke he with teares repentaunt seemde though doublenesse had place And faining to departe from thence a letter did endight And hierd a Slaue to beare the same to Diazius poore wight Who nothing slowe to execute his purpose and his will A hatchet brought vnder his cloake Diazius to kill And as he to peruse the same was diligent in deede The Hangman cleft into his hed while he the same did reade Then home to Rome Alphonsus fled pursuite was after made But yet the Popes most sacred Bull causde Iustice skill to fade And for this bloudy murther showne he Canonised was A Sainct such zeale hath peeuish Pope to his most wicked Masse And so this Clowne which late we heare Lord Iames with gunne did kill The Pope may hap to make a Saincte so diuelishe is his will. Iudge now the Iuglinge castes they vse iudge you the cruell trade Iudge you the cause of Ciuill strife the Pope this time hath made Whose crueltie is suche expressed euery where That vnto such as loue Gods truth right noysome is to heare Was Nero halfe so wood as are our Papists now The Turkes that heare this crueltie will not the same allow Not Phallaris so cruell was such tormentes to deuise As do our Bloudhoundes in defence of their late written lies Though Dioclesian cruell were to butcher Christes flocke Which vnto Iupiter his God for mercy would not knocke Not halfe so mercilesse was he as seeme our Papists aye For some would bite which now do bark to haue a Golden daye But whence doth springe the cause and ground of all this strife Euen from the filthy Seas of Rome in mischiefe very rife Whose wares began to smell as dunge and durtie drosse And therefore like a rauenous Wolfe the Sainctes of God doth tosse And now the time is come he sees that truth must runne his race He feares the wracke of Babilon and of his Papall place He feares his pelting pardons now no lenger will be sold And therefore striues with footh nayle his trinckets to vphold He feares his slender God his Robin in his boxe He feares no man will be so mad to call to Stoanes and Stockes He dreades a sudden chaunge may happen soone to fall Which him and his if truth runne foorth may spéedely appall And therefore sendeth forth with thundryng voyce his curse Wherewith he thinkes to staie cause his foes to speede the worse And then he stirs vp freindes and Pardon dothe them send That in his cause and quarell will by force of Armes contend Thus seekes he to obscure the truth which God will haue to raigne Yea to deuide al Kingdomes now imployed is his payne Where peace should ay remainynge be he Battayle doth procure Where loue should raigne the fruits of hate he trauels to invre As hath in Fraunce and Flaunders sure â–ª continued very songe And now into our English pale he seeketh fast to thronge And many Northen Dawes aquaynt them with his Grace And séeme to burne their Bibels pure and Masse bookes plant in place Some seeme to disanull the thinge that God and Queene allowes And seeke to prosecute apace their Popishe peltinge vowes The broode of Balaams Priestes their Coapes did soone assay And some in London then had thought to haue their Golden day When they might knocke and kneele and crutch to Masse againe When they might praie sucke the bloud of such as truth maintaine But then their hope supprest and dasht by Princesse might And both the Moone and Bull for feare had take them selues to flight And these pestiferous Priestes which Masse beganne to singe Were trussed vp
waste Which all that know and trust therein do know the gaine they taste By faith they purged are from sinne in his sweete blood Though now the Pope do tell to vs a tale of Robin hood Who comes with peltinge pardons now and stinkinge Bulles of lead To Pardon sinne and would cause vs vnder our féete to tread The bloud of Christ that heauenly Lamb a prety Iuglinge cast But God froÌ„ Heauen with vengeance hot this Monster vile will blast Yea he will breake the crewe of all the Popish brood That hope to haue a Golden day to shed more Martyrs bloud Yea Christ wil swage the gréedy thirst of cruell carelesse Cain Which persecute his members still and put his Saincts to paine He will not leaue his Churche to languish in distresse Though he permit some Tirants still hir Children to oppresse But as a faithfull husband sure he doth his Church regard And at the last amidst his wrath his foes will sure reward Yea he will breake the Iawes of Antichrist so wood â–ª Which gréedely his Woluish thirst doth quench with-Martyrs bloud When OG and ZEON sought to spoile the Israelites I finde A Ieptha for to shield his flocke the mightie God assinde When that Phelistia sought with Israell to striue A Sampson God did rayse at last to denne his foes to driue When Ahab did displease the Lord and Iesabell his Quéene Whose hauocke to oppresse his Saincts full greedely was seene He waxed wroth and plagued hir in his most furious moode She brake hir necke the dogges at last did lap hir gilty bloud When â—abins Captaine Cisera did sore oppresse Gods fold God raysed a Debora we read to make his harte full cold When that Assyria annoide Samaria in deede God by his power fought for them and from their foes them fréede When Oliphemus did assault Bethulia I finde A valiant Iudith vnto them the mighty God assingd When that Antiochus did extort the people of the Lorde And sought for to distroy them cleane by force of bloudy sworde God raise a Machabeus then his flocke Elect to shield Thus vnto his oppressed Church God comfort still doth yéeld And what haue these his foes vnplagued gonne away No Cysera lost his life I read in Tent where hid he lay And Oliphernus lost his head by Iudiths valiant hand Thus God doth fight for Sions health you Foes may vnderstand What was not Haman hanged on the trée he did prepare To hange the Iewes why then I red some Papists to beware Antiochus was plagued sore in Chariot where he lay The wormes did drop out of his flesh as you can not denay The Bible forth doth show a number such as these Which plagued were because the Lord they did so sore displease For which som Papistes looke and therof make great boast And then as late they did be sure the faithfull they will roast Then rigor should haue rule where mercy now doth raigne And fier and faggots should not faile your Masse for to maintaine You long to haue your Holy water and holy bread againe Ye long to haue your little round God in Pix for to remaine You long to haue a popish priest to sing a pelting Masse Ye wish to haue the Churche againe abused as it was But God your longing can depose though long therfore ye looke Your Golden day may chaunce to cause Your neckes to stand a crooke And therfore leaue your whispering you that daily gape for newes Take heede all ye that do Paules Church in order such abuse Repent amend and call for grace while God doth lend you time Embrace the truth and skorne it not least vengeance plague your crime And ye that stand in doubt my freindes cast all your doubts away And vnto Gods eternall truth trust as your only stay For if ye stray from Christe and vnto Sathan cleaue He will when you haue greatest neede in daunger still you leaue For who so doth forsake the Lord for feare of worldly losse And thinketh skorne vpon his backe to take his Maisters Crosse. Is far vnmeete to haue a place with Christ in Heauen aboue As plainly he in his Gospell at large doth show and proue And now ye that do raunge at large like Papists stoute and bolde In many a place of London sure when tidinges straunge are tolde Refraine your tounges beware heÌ„ceforth what you do speake and saie For God regards his little Fold we haue the Golden daie His Gospell pure is truely taught and Preachers ready are To vs out of his holy Lawe our dewties to declare The Sacraments are ministred as Christe to vs hath tought Wherein we learne what he for vs by his deare death hath wrought For as we eate materiall Bread and Drinke materiall Wine So spiritually we feede by Faith on Christes fleshe deuine And so we drinke his precious Bloud to cheare our Soules with all Not grosly as you Papists saie with outward teeth Carnall But Spiritually by Faith vpon his Flesh we féede And so we Drincke his precious Bloud to comfort vs in deede Then haue we not a Golden daye the Lord prolonge the same That in his feare henceforth we may practise our liues to frame And so be thankfull to our God for these his giftes of grace That he may still behold our daies with his most louyng face That all our wordes déedes henceforth may learne so to accorde That we with harts vnfained may still liue and Laude the Lorde And next our gracious Queene so Honour and obaye That England may be freed still from Papists Golden daye Which vnto those that feare the Lord and loue his Ueritie Through rigor and extorted force a dismall daie would be From which Lord fende thy littel flocke and giue our foes a fall Confound those cruell Caines O Lord that for a chaunge do call And so thy truth do grafte with in our tender hart That from thy truth and Testament no daunger cause vs start Confound the rage of Rebels stout Lord be our strength and Towre As from the Turke so shield vs Lord from force of Popish powre Abate their pride which wilfull be in lingringe hope to staie Protect thy Fold defend thy Churche from Papists Golden daye Aduaunce thy Gospell still let not thy praise decaie Stretch forth thine arme shield vs still from Papists Golden daie Let all that loue thy Testament with harts vnfayned praie That neuer more in England here the Pope haue Golden daie Increase the number of thy folde thy mercie Lord displaie Prolonge amonge thy simple sheepe this happy Golden daie That we thy pasture may attaine and so thy woorde obaie That we at no time neede to feare the Papists Golden daie Come hast thy kingdome mighty God come Iesus Christ we praie That all our foes may learne and know we haue a Golden daie Our Realme Queene defend dere God with hart and minde I praie That by thy aide hir Grace may kéepe the Papists from their daie Hir health hir wealth and vitall race in mercy longe increase And graunt that Ciuill warre and strife in England still may cease Confound the pupose and deuise of all that carelesse crewe Which seeke by force for to withstand thy worde and Gospell trewe Preserue the Counsell of this Realme let thy Sprite be their staie That they their Councell may imploy to breake the Papistes daie Sende Preachers true good Lord thy Gospell to display That by their trauell they may let the Papists Golden day The Commons of this Realme defend that loue may ay abound And graunt obedience to our Queene may euer more be found That as she faithfull is hir Subiectes ay to loue So true and trustie vnto hir our hartes may euer proue Thus shall the mighty God be our Defence and stay And keepe the cruell Papists still from their longe wished day And we shall haue as God do graunt to Papists swift decay The worde of grace sincerely Preacht which is our Golden day Which to continew longe to God let vs all pray Whose glorious name be Lauded still for this our Golden day FINIS