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death_n	book_n	life_n	write_v	4,779	5	6.1891	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A15310	Here begynnethe the glorious lyfe and passion of seint Albon prothomartyr of Englande, and also the lyfe and passion of saint Amphabel whicheconuerted saint Albon to the fayth of Christe.; Life of Saint Alban and Saint Amphibal	Lydgate, John, 1370?-1451?	1534 (1534)	STC 256; ESTC S108894	67,790	178

To our request your eares downe enclyne Take vengeance vpon our enemy whiche is cause of our mortall ruyne And of our myschefe the rote fynally Reuenge your wronge ye that be most myghty On hym that causeth that we be seke and grone Let the vengeance rebounde on his persone Of their plaintes and of their wofull clamours They seased not lyke folkes most vengeable Tyll it fyll so that turmentours Perceyued well they were not treatable Howe theyr sorowe was intollerable Of compassyon lyst no lenger spare Of all this thynge the trouthe to declare All sodeynly they began to abrayde Theyr deedly sorowes and playntes to refrayne Of the most worthy of the towne they sayde O citezyns why lyst ye so complayne Leue your wepyng your teares doth restraynt For by report of vs that were present Voyde of disceyte or meanyng fraudolent ye haue more cause of gladnesse than wepyng And greatter matter of consolation Than of distresse or of complaynyng For if the grounde be sought out by reason Touchyng your frendes slaughter and passyon ye haue more grounde vs lyst not for to fayne For to be glad than for theyr deth to prayne By sondry tokens that were contemplatyfe Of signes shewed the deed beareth wytnes Theyr deth was entred in to euerlastyng lyfe Ende of sorowe concluded on gladnes From this darke valey went vp to bryghtnes where day departed is from the nyght And bryght Phebus leseth neuer his lyght It is accordyng full well to nature A man to wepe for frendes that be dede But agayn warde by recorde of scripture For Christis sake who lyst his blode to shede A thousande folde shall receyue his mede And for his lyfe whiche is but transytory Eternally to abyde and lyue in glory where is no complaynt nor no parte of sorowe But euerlastyng gladnesse in that place Ilyche newe both at eue and at morowe From wo to ioye from sobbyng to solace wher deth hath lost his power to manace Fye on dispeyre for dethe to make stryfe where ioye foloweth of euerlastyng lyfe Dethe in this worlde shulde not be complayned Of them that passe from worldely vanite Suche as by grace and mercy haue attayned with Christ to reigne in his eternall see where ioye is euer and all felicite And for suche folke mydday eue and morowe It were wodenes for to make sorowe ye be bounde playnly to conclude To thanke god for frendes that ye mysse whiche hath chose so great a multitude Of this citie and brought them vnto blysse Of ioye perpetuall they may neuer mysse Makyng a chaunge from this temporall For thylke lyfe aboue celestiall Take hede hereto and yeueth good audience Of thynge that we shall make rehersale And it imprenteth in your aduertence Touchyng your frendes slayne in batayle whom that we dyd so mortally assayle All this consydered to complayne ye do wronge As ye shall knowe paraunter or ought longe Aforne rehersed the same turmentours with a great othe present there all the towne To them not only but to theyr successours To be reported through all that regyon Maden there open protestation Touchyng this mater they cast to expresse Shall haue no touche nor spot of falsenesse They gan theyr matter brefly to conclude Touchyng the story to all theyr entent In Verolamy to all the multitude Of great and small beinge there present Rehersyng fyrst howe that they were sent with myghty honde to all contres enuiron To seke theyr frendes were fled from the towne Vnder these wordes spake for theyr partie By your byddyng we went as ye wel knowe with force and armys serchyng to espie To north wales in countres high and lowe Tyll it fell so within a lyttell throwe Lad by fortune we founde them euerychone with hym that whylom was maister to Albon Out of this citie they were fled and gone Some that were full nygh of your allye Vpon the maister abydyng of Albon we founde eke gethered a great company And of Pectis we dyd also espie with walsemen of newe that were drawe And conuerted vnto christen lawe By thylke clerke that all these thynges wrought From whom they wolde departe in no maner Amonge all our kynred out we sought Toke them aparte and with full frendly chere with fayre speche requestes and prayere Maynte with manassis and softnesse of langage From that doctryne to reuoke theyr corage But euer they stode in suche obstinacy On hym abydyng eche houre and moment By theyr answere rather for to dye All of accorde and echeone of assent Lyst in no wyse folowe our entent whan we myght not our purpose recure we lefte our tretes and toke our armour Of whiche they were not astonyed nor aferde For Christis sake eche redyer than other who myght fyrst renne vnder the swerde In theyr metyng brother slayne of brother There was suche prese it myght be non other For Christis sake echon were fayne For a prerogatyue who myght fyrst be slayne Vpon the sonne whiche was the father heyre The father shewed most cruell violence whiche in nature was nother good nor fayre The sonne also voyde of all beneuolence To his father dyd no maner of reuerence There was no mercy but marciall outerage without exception of olde or yonge of age Pacience was captayne in the felde Of them that suffered deth for Christis sake Theyr spere was hope mekenes was theyr shelde Other defence they lyst not for to make In thylke quarell whiche they had take Lyst not departe tyll spent was theyr blode whiche on the playn ran large as a flode The lorde that sytteth aboue the sterres clere Saugh and behelde the great pacience Of his knyghtes whose blode lyke a ryuere Ran in the felde by mortall violence whom to comforte of his magnificence The heuen all open to shewe his great vertue Sayd vnto them that blessed lorde Iesu Cometh vp to me my knyghtes most entere Proued in batayle ryght victorious Assendeth vp aboue the sterres clere My gate is open and redy is my house Agayne your comyng most ryche and glorious with tryumphe that neuer shall disseuer And with a palme that shall lasten euer O Paradyse o chosen citezyns For your notable tryumphall prowesse Makyng your clayme as very denzyns There to abyde your knyghtly nobylnes To spende your blode was shewed no scarsenesse For me to suffre deth by great outrage Digne amonge martyrs come take your heritage The amerous fayre of feruent desyres In your conquest of most souereyne price Haue gyue you title to be possessioners Eternally to clayme lyke your auise Abydyng space in the heuenly paradise To be registred fre from all worldly stryfe with the holy martyrs in the boke of lyfe From this worlde we saugh them flee to heuen By many signes whiche that dyd appere From deth to lyfe aboue the sterres seuen we stode astonyed beholdyng the manere Howe Christe Iesu with a benyngne chere Lyst to receyue into his regyon These holy martyrs of Verolamy towne In these nombre of martyrs

he if all thynge be trewe whiche ye haue preached of Christ of his lawe Dyuers maruayles vnknowne straunge newe Shewed to me this nyght or it can dawe I you beseche your witte ye nat withdrawe For to declare the exposition whan I haue tolde you myn auision The whiche truly as I reherce can Lokyng vp to the heuenly mansion Me thought sothly that I sawe a man From that place to this worlde come down Of whose beautie was no comparysown Eke me thought of boystous folke rude He was beset with a great multitude This people enuious frowarde of entent As it semed of malyce and hatered with many a sondry fell turment with sharpe scourges made his sydes blede Bounde his handes I toke therof good hede And on a crosse they hynge hym vp full blyue with spere and nayles they yafe him woundes fyue Naked he was body fote and hondes On length and brede drawen with great peyne By the constreynt of myghty stronge bondes Drawen a sonder was euery narfe and veyne with a sharpe spere his herte clouen in twene Persed he was so depe and profounde That bloude and water ranne out of that wounde with a reede spere they raught I toke hede To gyue hym drynke eysell mengled with gall A crowne of thorne set vpon his heed And amonge his cruell paynes all Kynge of iewes in scorne they hym call And in despite malycyously cryenge Of Iewery saluted hym as kynge As me thought they greately dyd offende To make all his body so for to blede And from the crosse downe bad hym discende If that he were gods sonne in dede His skynne to rent all blody was his wede Lyke a meke lambe myne herte dyd agryse To se hym turment in so cruell wyse After these paynes greuous and intollerable And all his hydous mortall tourmentry with a great voyce pitous and lamentable Vpon the poynte whan he shulde die To his father thus he gan to crye In to thyne handes father I commende My goste my spirite and thus he made an ende And with that crye as he yafe vp the go● From the crosse his body they toke downe Lyke well stremes vpon euery coost His grene woundes shed out great ●oyson Of blody droppes and for a conclusyon Of all his paynes his body was anone Closed and ensealed vnder a great stone And whyle that he w t stronge honde was kept close Maruayle of maruayles most I can maruayle The deed body to lyfe agayne rose Maugre the knyghtes with all plate and mayle A soden slombre theyr hedes dyd assayle An angell moste souerayne of delyte I sawe appere and he was clothed in whyte Amonge other maruayles there was one whiche I behelde in myne auision Out of his graue closed with a stone He rose vp lyke a stronge champyon with open eien I had aspection Of all this thyng no parte lefte behynde From poynt to poynt all marked in my mynde Rad nor songen amonge the Brytons layes was neuer herde so soote an heuenly sowne After the nombre full of forty dayes Folowed after the resurrection To the tyme of his assention what multytude of angels all in fere Conueyde hym aboue the sterres clere I sawe this thyng and knewe it well ynowe By a maner vncouth apparence The garmentes whytter than mylke or snowe Of all thangels that dyd hym reuerence This was theyr songe and refret in sentence Blessed be the father blessed mote he be The sonne eke blessed in his humanyte These vncouth tydynges I sawe them in my slepe And many other thynges mo withall Secrete thynges I toke of them good kepe Not to be shewed to no man mortall And he tolde vnto Amphibell all whan he a woke in full humble entent Besechyng hym to declare what it ment whiche thynges to here greatly was delyted within hym selfe of spirituall gladnes Saw that his herte was of god visited And full deuoutly a crosse he gan forth dresse Lo here quod he this token beareth wytnesse Of all the signes clere as the sonne beame That were vnto you shewed in your dreame The man whiche to you dyd appere Sent from heuen so fayre and glorious He was the same as I shall you lere My blessed lorde myn owne lorde Christ Iesus Most benyng moste meke and most vertuous whiche on a crosse suffred passion As ye sawe clerely in your auision Only by mercy by his gratious aduise Of the trespas to make redemption Touchyng the aple whiche in paradise Adam ate of by false suggestion Of a serpent to great confusion Fyrst of hym selfe nexte of all his lyne Tyll Christis passyon that was our medycyne Agayne Adam the serpent was so wode To staunche his venym was founde none obstacle Tyll on the crosse Christ Iesu spende his blode A medycyne bawme and chyefe triacle Lycour of lycours dystyllyng by myracle From the cundytes of Christis woundes fyne Man to restore ayen from deth to lyue whose blessed passyon is our restauratyfe Helth and diffence of moste excellence To asswage the bolynge of our mortall stryfe Bawme imperyall agaynst fendes violence The phylosophre celestiall queynt essence To all welfare mankynde to restore Helpeth all sykenesses whan leches can no more Our leche our ypocras our gostely galyent Our samson called that venquisshed the lyon Our myghty chāpyon the famous strōge Achilles That bare vp heuen for our saluation Hye on the crosse makyng our raunson He that ye sawe was the same man In your auision that ouercame Sathan The multytude that aboue hym stoode were false iewes his deth immagynyng Of cursed malyce nayled hym to the rodde Lyst not receyue his gratious comyng Of theyr prophetes refused the wrytyng Knewe not theyr lorde but as folke aduersary For his goodnes were to hym contrary Mercyfull Iesu gayn deth to stynte our stryfe Lyst suffre deth from deth to make vs free Venquisshed deth with deth to brynge in lyfe whan lyfe was slayne an high vpon a tree Forbode frute brought immortalyte By a rounde aple was caused all this losse By frute refourmed that henge vpon the crosse Let me I praye you haue veray knowlegyng By your discrete faythfull diligence As ye that ben experte in many a thyng what obseruaunce what due reuerence Vnto the father and his magnificence To the holy goost tell on fyrste of those two And to the sonne what seruice shall I do whan Amphabell gan playnely to aduertise His faythfull askyng with all humylyte Gan reioyse in many sondry wyse This Albon where as he stode free was godly moued to aske of these thre By god enspired conceyued of reason Only of grace came this question Thanked god and goodly gan hym dresse To comforte the trewe affection Of blessed Albon and truely to expresse Hym to quite for shorte conclusyon Of his demaunde made a solution His conceytes discretely to appese Thus he sayde to set his herte in ease These thre persones whiche ye haue named here The father the sonne the holy goste these thre