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St. Paules-Church her bill for the Parliament as it was presented to the Kings Matie on Midlent-Sunday last, and intended for the view of that most high and honorable court, and generally for all such as beare good will to the reflourishing estate of the said church. Partly in verse, partly in prose. Penned and published for her good by Hen: Farley author of her complaint.
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Farley, Henry.
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1621
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STC 10690; ESTC S114668
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which I gaue to his Maiestie on the Christmas day next after his Highnesse Returne from Scotland THe a This day we were saued from eternall death fiue and twentieth of December And the b This day from a sudden fearefull and a most inhumane death fift day of Nouember Let vs thankefully remember And with ioy for euer sing Praises to our heauenly King and be doing some good thing Glory be to God on High For our Christs Natiuitie Nothing can be more remarkeable then Pauls Repaire in thankfull memory of our wonderfull deliuery from the Gunpowder Treason And our great Deliuery God preserue your Maiestie Peace be still within Thy wals Plenty to all needy Soules Now good King remember Paules Here my Candle was cleane burnt out and this last Caroll was the last thing I presented to his Maiestie vntill two dayes before His comming to visit you which was the Petition before recited In this Interim I grew much dismayed for that I saw little hope of your helpe many rubs I rannne through many scoffes and scornes I did vndergoe forsaken by my Butterflie Friends laught and derided at by your Enemies Let them that scoffe at this beware of Suretiship pursued after by Wolues of Wood-street and the Foxes of the Poultrey sometimes strongly Incountred and sometimes at the point of Death and Despaire In stead of seruing my Prince which I humbly desired though but as a doore-keeper in you I was prest for the seruice of King Lud where all the comfort I had was that I could see you salute you and condole with your miseries my poore cloathes and ragges I could not compare to any thing better then to your West End and my seruice to nothing lesse then bondage So I was troubled in my sleepes and dreamed I heard fearefull voices sounding in and about you which were as follow viz. The first voice me thought was in the Chappell which now is beautified and repaired by Mr. Raphe Chamberlein and made a place of * It lay before like a Swinestie with dust rubbish and soote and the windowes as if Hags and Hobgoblins had torne them morning Sacrifice to the Lord. Where a gastly Ghost start vp out of an old Tombe or Graue and said thus HAd I and my Forefathers thus neglected To see Gods houses mended and erected Or for to giue of rich Endowments plenty That none which did his seruice might goe empty Qu. Where had his Word beene taught to me expresse An. In vncouth places Caues and Wildernesse O then repaire what to your hands we builded Lest all your workes proue painted shewes ore gilded Then another Ghost appeared neare that which is commonly called Duke Humphries Tombe and made a voice like the voice of Pitty viz. VVHen Winter with his blasts flouds frosts and snow Hath made all things looke old and dead to see In comes the Spring so once a yeare you know All Caedars shrubs and plants renued be O thanklesse man is God thus good to thee Why dost thou then neglect his good example In many Springs not to renew his Temple Another starts vp vnder the Arches of the Consistory where the Lawyers get Fees and sayes thus in answere of Pitty THe Causes why This was Truth I le soone discry For when men striue themselues to magnifie To flaunt in worldly pompe and rich aray They doe forget Gods house to dignifie That 's left to runne to ruine and decay Alas alas alas and welladay The time hath beene when such a famous Church Could not for want of Friends bin left i' th lurch Then spake Zeale out of the two Towers at the West End viz. Lollords Tower and the Tower where yeur treasure Ardent Zeale two voices was kept in a hole of your wall viz. Voice 1 TO see a strange out-landish Fowle A quaint Baboon an Ape an Owle A dancing Beare a Gyants bone A foolish Ingin moue alone A Morris-dance a Puppit play Mad Tom to sing a Roundelay A Woman dancing on a Rope Bull-baiting also at the Hope A Rimers Iests a Iuglers cheats A Tumbler shewing cunning feats Or Players acting on the Stage There goes the bounty of our Age But vnto any pious motion There 's little coine and lesse deuotion Voice 2 FOr euery fashion base and vaine For purchasing or greedy gaine For * Let Mr. Criticke thinke I reach no higher then the Vulgar Vp-start in these two lines or the Prodigall spend-thrift I censure not the Pleasures and pastimes of the truely Noble and of all others that exercise any laudable sports for Recreation of wit and agility of body Dicing Drinking foolish sporting Hunting Wenching Coaching Courting There is enough in euery Function But to this Church is small Compunction This voice being ended I awaked and in an Impatient manner made this mine owne voice as followeth viz. IF it be so farewell Britania For I will goe vnto Virginia To see what Saluages will doe When Christians are so hard to wooe Take heed all Writers in this kind For Church Complaints are wasted wind So going to the Treasurer for Virginia with Resolution to depart the Land with speed hee being not then at leisure appointed me to come Vpon a Saturday in Lent the Wednesday following and at my returne from Aldersgate to your presence againe there came newes by a sweet Westerne gale of winde that his Maiestie would certainly come to visit you on Mid-Lent Sunday in great solemnity At which most ioyfull Tidings I forgot Virginia againe and attended with hope of some happie succcesse to my hearty desires towards your Reparation which I thanke the Lord was performed to the full of my expectation for that time DOMINE SALVVM FAC REGEM IACOBVM Thus for your good I 'ue written to the full Weari'd my Muse and made my spirits dull Spent time and Coyne good God what shall I more Onely a good Successe I doe implore S. Pa. Be of good cheere and let God worke his will Speake to the King for he is Gracious still If so thou canst not either speed or thriue Let me alone and doe no further striue Thy Charges hath beene great I must confesse Thy paines likewise I doe accept no lesse Therefore when any good to me doth fall Be sure my Loue shall proue Reciprocall And at the last when Death shall strike thee dead Within my Wombe thou shalt be buried Where for thy kindnesse vnto me expressed Thou shalt remaine till Christ say Come ye Blessed So to conclude and make our Friends to laugh I le tell thee what shall be thy Epitaph viz. VNder this Stone my HARRY lies interred Neuer till now by Friends or Fates preferred For though by Death his Bodie 's here in Dust By Christ his Soule 's prefer'd among the Iust He for my Good did labour late and early His Christi'n Name you know his Sirname's FARLEY Fa. I humbly thanke your Greatnesse and doe pray You may proue happy till the latter Day Expect each * Or the 26. of March Mid-Lent Sunday while I liue Something for you I le to my Soueragine giue Veritate Reuerentia Yea because of the house of the Lord our God I will seeke to do Thee good Ps 122. 9. Blessed may that Preacher bee That will pray and speake for mee A POSTSCRIPT To the Courteous and Charitable Reader ACcept my meaning Worthy Friend Although my wit be weake And from the Crittickes me defend If any ' gainst me speake A Scholler I confesse I'm none By Reading or by Art But truly I loue euery one That is so with my heart When I the fayre Parnassus Mount To climbe was almost able I fell too short of my accompt And went but to Dunce-table So like a Dunce I 'ue writ this Booke With griefe I it reueale Where 's naught As touching Art or Scholership praise-worthy if you looke But onely my true Zeale In which I vow to all good men My loue to Paules is such That if I had an Angels pen I 'de write tenne times as much Or if of other Angels I Had as some haue great store Shee should not neede to begge or cry To King or People more But of those Angels last my Purse Is too too thinne and bare And euery day growes worse and worse As Paules her selfe doth fare Therefore in me what here is scant Of Money Art or Wit Doe thou supply vnto our Want So God blesse thee and it Thy faithfull and thankfull Friend H. F. FINIS