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A04894 An epitaph, or rather a short discourse made vpon the life [and] death of D. Boner sometimes vnworthy Bisshop of London whiche dyed the v. of September in the Marshalsie. Knell, Thomas. 1569 (1569) STC 15033; ESTC S120017 21,496 62

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Persiians did cut of his hed cast it in a bole of mās blood saying Be satisfied with blood which thou 〈◊〉 thirsted (a) (a) He spared none that he eyther durst or could be bolde to put to pain for Gods truthe 1. Tim. 3. (b) (b) 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the sow tea cheth Miner what the sow is by nature needeth no expressing Minerua was daugh of Iupiter 〈◊〉 called of the 〈◊〉 Goddes of wisdome 〈◊〉 all good 〈◊〉 now this 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 one 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 him of whē he might better be taught (,) (,) Bufo in a Tode so 〈◊〉 to Boner because of 〈◊〉 venemous minde * * Asinus 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 taken by those that are apt to no goodnes or discipline * * Pallas the greek name of Minerua named before (.) (.) Parnassus a 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Thessalia 〈◊〉 Aoniae 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Parnassides or Aonides did 〈◊〉 * * Tho. Cranmer archbishe of Cant. whō by their Cannons they could not put to death til the Pope arayning his Image at Room condemned it burnt it thē was he burned at Oxford (c) (c) Cardinall Pool who could not be arch bish by the Canons til the other were dead () () Eresich was 〈◊〉 of Thessalia who 〈◊〉 Ceres cut down her woods at last beig stroken with a 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 was compeld to 〈◊〉 his 〈◊〉 fleshe Thoosa a great 〈◊〉 ster hauing but one eye whiche was in his forehed he was of the I le of Scicilia into whiche Vlisses being cast by 〈◊〉 of tem pest hap 〈◊〉 on that caue of this Cyclops lost 4. of his men who would haue deuoured that 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Vlisses mas hing him 〈◊〉 had not with a 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 bo red out his eye )( )( Poliphe mus or Cyclops was son of Neptune * * Philonides was 〈◊〉 big 〈◊〉 Miletae now 〈◊〉 Malta altogether so folishe vn learned that 〈◊〉 him 〈◊〉 a Prouerb Indoctior 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 wil say 〈◊〉 was wel 〈◊〉 ned I 〈◊〉 unt yet in knoweledge of 〈◊〉 ly 〈◊〉 Philoni 〈◊〉 ding his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 (:) (:) 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 breedeth amōg Bees muche 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Bee alwayes liues in the Hiue neyer com ming out to gather Hony but 〈◊〉 deuouteth that whiche the Bee dooth 〈◊〉 at last the Bee and all Leges 〈◊〉 dicūt 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 tuū 〈◊〉 filium 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 a Bastarde Genes 16. 〈◊〉 4. Et eccle 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 sacris repellit ordi nibus c Et si tale 〈◊〉 rit non 〈◊〉 tum permittit 〈◊〉 bere in 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 dei 〈◊〉 ix 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Ergo. Ergo. Malach. 〈◊〉 Dente 26 Markerehell marke Papiste Ezech. 13. Jerem. 8. Ezech 34. Apoca. 6. 〈◊〉 5. 〈◊〉 pauimento 〈◊〉 mea 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Dormitat aîa mea Viam iniquitatis Viam 〈◊〉 Adhefit te stimoniis 〈◊〉 Viam 〈◊〉 tuorum Et lux 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Nolite con fidere in principi Genesi 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 abscōdatfaciam suam Syllius lib. 13. Cal this the floudes of hell that spue for the bloud poysō fire c Sathan
neuer wanted sutes at wil it to maintain He lacked neuer cators he his ayds took alwayes pain To kéep their God their hope their trust their staffe of Roomishe stay Because with him they wisht a chaunge stil looking for a day ¶ And not with him but with the rest of all their hellishe rable Whiche are in their blinde errors stil moste hard and wilful 〈◊〉 ¶ Who pris'ners are as foes to Christe to Christian Quéen and land But chéef this quondam which made boste if he might haue in hand ¶ His former poure and time again to blesse and curse at wil Where one he burnt on thousands then he would his lust fulfil ¶ This was his boste and blooddy thirst wherin his ayds did trust That once again the Roomishe whore might haue her filthy lust ¶ Although since he by due desert hath béen in holde for sin Suche mercy hath béen shew'd him there as he shew'd none I win To suche as were his betters far in knoweledge birth and 〈◊〉 Yea and in life Apostolique of muche more godly name For sure his manners were moste 〈◊〉 at all times plainly shew'd Why wa' st not he that sought the trée of our increace 〈◊〉 hew'd Who shamelesly hath stand thus long at royall mercyes grace Although his déeds and woords ful 〈◊〉 did craue another place But what said those of Balams 〈◊〉 there is no law wherby The swoord of Iustice could him strike nor cause why he should die Although when as the Dragon rulde right woorthy wightꝭ were slain But one when cannon law could not he was adiudged pain Without the Cannons councels he that Pool might haue his place By Popes assent and Roomishe rout whiche ror'd him to deface Yf Popes assent when Englishe lawes nor Cannons cuold preuail Might giltles make so wise a sage by fiery flames to quail Why might not Princes lawful power haue made a iust decrie That suche deseruing open shame might recompensed be But onely that pure mercy did kéep back that right did craue In recompensing him with death as all the rest might haue Yet he tryumpht as whole and sound his purpose whole to make Right many yet if time would serue to bring vnto the stake And once again if fortune stood he might haue vp the Masse But sée how now the Lord of hostes hath made his foe like grasse Who bragd and boasted in his greace to washe the tile anew And 〈◊〉 an end to his deuise whiche yet he neuer knew And so the rest with chéerful sound at eu'ry newes that came Sang as the Prouerb olde hath béen Laudes ante victoriam Sith monst'rous corps with delicates so monst'rously was blowen Whose monst'rous minde with poys'ning woords in graue is ouerthrowen But what did he repent of all his blooddy sinful race And learn by Gods woord to amend his life so voyd of grace Nay sure til time of present death he chaunged not his minde But as he liu'd a foe to Christe so dyed moste wilful blinde Oh yet though he had liu'd so il Gods mercy is not bace To suche as think that Ihesus Christe can all their sinnes deface But as this Eresichthon liu'd in spite and rage to spoil So in his end of mightie Ioue he took a deadly foil Not that he died but that in death his helth he did deniet For sure non mori turpé est sed turpiter mori And yet though Exesichthons end hapt not vnto this foe To eat his fleshe sith Boners mates in stie did fat him so Yet viler end had he no dout Then Eresichthons was Because their times were far vnlike as it did come to passe The one a Christian was in name the other Pagan prowd Yet in there acts of maners like as may bée wel avowd Hée Ceres sought this Thesus Christe and his to bring to wrack He did starue this with grease died though grace from him went back Wherby all suche as blinded were by fau'ring of his actꝭ May sée what iudgement is preparde to recompence their factꝭ And therfore houle all Balams séed and wéep bothe moste and least Whiche bear the mark in suche a 〈◊〉 of that il fau'red beast But Englishe hartꝭ whiche loue Gods 〈◊〉 our Quéen Englishe land Reioyce sith hope of foes is 〈◊〉 by force of Gods right hand Sith filthy fleshe dooth lie in graue though soule I 〈◊〉 be il Whiche liu'd and died so stout a foe to Christes death and wil. But what though blooddy corps of his be forste to lie ful lowe His blooddy factꝭ and déeds moste vile from hence shall no man knowe Shall treason so conspir'd shall pride shall blasphemy lie dead No fame from earth to vpper skies his wickednes shall spread His brutishe tigrishe toil in time of his moste high renown T' extoll the power and pomp of him that weres the triple crown His rage and currishe cruel spite against his cuntrie men His butcherly deuice to waste the fleshe of Christians then His false surmise and murdring spite whiche shew'd him then to be A Poliphemus right whiche flue in thrée yéeres hundreds thrée Not of Vlisses souldiours sure but Christians truly tride Whiche were deuoured while he 〈◊〉 the Ruther for to guide Shall now Philonides lie dead shall Serpentinishe rage So sléep Nay sure his wickednes shall liue the worldes age His stoutnes shall remain 〈◊〉 shewd in time of his conflict Who as a subiect did deny to haue his hart adict And as a foe to Christe his woord and to our gratious Quèen Wisht with his mates moste trat'rofluy some others raign I wéen Beside his 〈◊〉 life before and in this cace Though corps be dead yet death cannot these horrours quite deface He suffred was ful ten yéers space by fauour him to win As Gospels nature is yet he could neuer once begin For to repent though fauour he deserued had but small At those whiche now in his distresse did shew him moste of all ¶ But 〈◊〉 and mocked those as yet whiche gladly would him teache But chéefly in his death suche men as Gospel soundly preache And therfore sith in life of his no vertue was to praise In welth newo no spark of grace whiche liu'd and spent his dayes So like a Cyclops in his den deseruing no good fame Sith God hath cut of suche a Drone can we but praise his name And eke beséeche th'almigtie Ioue the number to fulfil In cutting of the rest with spéed that hear the beast good wil. Who sure may shame at his vile race but more at his 〈◊〉 end And sore lament his fearful state whiche now did not amend Though all his life he had béen bent yet now to stand so stout Denying Christe at his last breath Is fearful out of dout This may 〈◊〉 as God hath lent me grace to rule my pen In blasing foorth the déeds and fame before all Christian men Of Romaines greasy God whose life and death so woorthy