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A11439
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The loue of God Here is declared, if you wyl rede that god doth loue this la[n]d in dede by felynge his rod.
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Samuel, William, fl. 1551-1569.
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STC 21690.4; ESTC S110822
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THE loue of God Here is declared if you wyl rede That god doth loue this laÌ„d in dede By felynge his rod. ENgland is blest loued of god who can the same deny For she hath felt his louinâ— rod because she went awrye Deserue she dyd more to be whypt her faultes they were so great Who dyd not se how far she slypt from law and iustice seat The word so frely taught preacht as no land had it more When teachers truelye truth them teacht they set by it no store They kept it not in hart and minde to lead therby theyr lyfe If they had ben to God so kynde then had not come the stryfe But so longe as they hard the voise full styl they were as shepe Al huste peace there was no noise but silence they did kepe And streight as sermon ended was they fayd that he sayde wel But aske them how his wordes dyd passe then they could not tel And some there semed to be so ful that they woulde heare no more Theyr sprites eares wer waxeÌ„ dul they cared not therefore Al knoledge had they caught won as they had in theyr thought So that w t spede theyr harts begon to set by it as nought And fell to sekyng land and good by rape and eke vnrighte As men ful mad and worldly wood from measure flyeng quight For glory eke and earthly prayse some soughte as they were mad Not sparing by vnlauful wayes so they in sylkes were clad Promotion some so swiftly soughte to place theyr bloud on hie That freÌ„d or foe they spared nought tho they therfore shuld dye To be forsworne it was no synne the custome made it law So they a lyfe at ease might wynne of God they had no awe Tho lawe did wyl of Idoles foyl but few with wyl them burst But al content to take the spoyles not thinkyng them a curst Of pride of enuye and disdayne Whose hart was not possest Of wanton eyes and lustes so vaine Who longe from these dyd reste So geuen to sectes and fables fond so bent to tales vntrue So geuen to lyes as any londe styl lustyng thinges of new Who dyd not se that had his eyes these vyces so to raygne That scourge plague must nedes arise to bring theÌ„ home agayn Then came the rod by death to kyl the prince that was full good And let such tyrantes haue their wil as shed the giltles bloud At large were set al wicked men and good men put to thral Ful lytle thought so soden then that they shuld haue the baul The synnes that long had takeÌ„ rote and blossomes ful dyd bear The wyllyng eare and redy fote false witnes for to heare Was punisht then by Ipocrites and men that had no God and such as past not of .ii. mites to do the thinge forbod By this meanes men y t were wtoute and loked vpon our land Did bring in question and in doute how that this gere could stande Sayeng to God he dyd not loue the English bloud at all Because he dyd the swete remoue and sent them bitter gall To that his word did answer make and toke his cause in hande Affyrming God not to forsake the lytle Ile England Whom God doth loue then said his lore the same he doth correcte Least they shuld dye in hel therfore and so for aye reiecte Also to proue and trye his vine he let that the defence Of romishe bores and sowish swine should quight be taken thence A forrein lande to set in foote he winked at also To proue a case by fourme of mote that sinners myght hym knowe And whyles the word carnal men dyd reason thus a whyle To make y t eche his wyl should ken he strayght began to smyle Hold styl he sayd I wyl be iudge and sentence strayght he gaue quod he to death se that thou trudge and fyl thou vp a graue A graue quod he wher may that be and who shal therin lye straight was sene y e english quene al prone and fyt to dye The roussed vp deth cast his dart and cloue her hart in twayne Then lay she dead y t causde y e smart that fel vpon Britayne Death then had thought y t he had done wold haue taken rest nay nay sayd God thou hast begon therfore I thinke it best That thou do kyl more of my foes that would my wil withstand Then found he out as tumor goes some captaynes of the band He made theÌ„ shriÌ„k for al theyr brags and burst their bandes in twayne He pluckt theÌ„ quite out of their iags thus by him were they slayne Lo lo sayd God now haue I tolde my sentence and my wyl And I my self haue ben so bold my foes by death to kyll For this let vs geue thankes to him and praise his holy name And nowe let vs with hartes begin a better life to frame Let al confesse the mercy of God the cause to be alone Why he hath cast away his rod And is with vs at one prayeng to him that he wyll geue vnto this ruler sent A wylling mind while she doth lyue as alwayes she was bent To set vp God and godlynes the truth for to restore To banyshe out pope holines by law for euermore Let al degrees vpon theyr knees thus pray with one consent That he which sees our miseries may better be content Now to conclude my metre rude but matter true and iust se you repent your lyfe mysspent Or els be sure and trust That God wyl strike strike again a sharper stroke then this That you shal fele w t greater payne be sure he wyl not mysse Finis ê™ Vvyllyam Samuel God saue the Quene