meeke and humble obeyssants Their mouth's scarce op'ning sayd thus Wee seeke for Iesus Then quoth Christe He is heere which words diuinely proceeding From that sacred mouth causd Iudas sowle to be trembling Theyr captens quaking and euery man to be reeling And falling backward to the grownd extreamely amased Lyke to a towre throwne downe by the roaring crash of a thunder Or to a man that's scorcht by the feareful flash of a lightnyng Christ for a while conceales that greate dyuynity dreadful Stayes that breath which makes heu'n earth and hell to be quaking Geu's them leaue to arise and then more myldly demandeth Whom doe yee seeke Iesus say they of Nazareth only Haue not I sayd he was here quoth Christ What need's any further Search What neede yee to bring swerds staues and armor abowt you As though some famous thiefe or notorius owtlaw Were to be suppressed did I not walk dayly among you Did not I day by day teach preach and woork many woonders Then might your Ealders and Scribes haue sought to represse mee But the prefixed tyme the predestinat howre was apoynted And this is it Therefore my Fathers Will be obeyed Noeman shall withstand noeman shall make any stryuing Loe here take Iesus But these must not be arested Let them alone for a while till greater things be reuealed Christ then caught and bound his fryends with terror amased Euery man sled back as Sheepe that wanted a sheepesman Or vanquisht souldyers disperst for want of a Capten Whoe can alas that night that cursedst night of a thowsand Those woorks of darcknes that mockery villany treason Those byndings beatings spyttings and fylthy reuylings Counteruayly with woords or thoughts or streames of abounding And still trickling teares They brought hym bound to the high Priest Late high Priest Annas sage Father whoe for a pastyme Disdainefull pastime not for deuotion asked Christ many ydle toyes and fond not worthy the hearing Of fishmen folowers and poore contemptible abiects Of newfound doctrine on brainesick fantasy grownded All that I spake sayd Christe was spoken abroade to the whole world All that I taught was taught in temple among many thowsands In corners not a woord in secreat place not a woonder They can tell what I taught what I wrought let them be reporters Ask them What Iack sawce quoth a blewcoate knaue be yee thus taught With noe more reuerence and humble duty to awnswere This reuerend Father learne and take this for a lesson Soe from a woord to a blow with a sinfull fyste hee defyled That synles sweete mouth which these woords peaceably vttred Fryend if I haue sayd yll beare witnes let mee be punisht Yt but well why then doest thou vnworthyly stryke mee Here any man might thinck that Christ thus fowly abused Should haue beene pytyed should haue bene fryendly releeued Of this sage Father but alas tis an Asse not an Annas And sends Christ to the chiefe of theyre good company Caiphas Scarce was hee come to the howse but anone they fall to reuylings Here's that princely Prophete that towld vs soemany tydings Here is Gods owne Sonne that wrought vs soemany wonders Famous carpet knight and pardoner only renowmed Sorcerer inchaunter taleteller noble abuser Of fooles and matrones that casts out diu'ls by the diu'ls help Plucks downe Gods temple with a trice and buyldeth a better Only within three dayes as twooe rogues falsly suborned Hyr'de by the owld hyrelings had most vntruly deposed Then good Syr Caiphas with greate integryty asked What sayst thou feallow to the crymes obiected against thee Christ sayd iust noething his damned iniquyty loathing Caiphas gan to be hoate and tooke on lyke to a Prellate And coniuring Christe charg'd hym by the mystery sacred Of Gods dreedfull name to declare it playnly among them Wheather he were that Christe Gods Sonne borne from the begynnyng Thou hast sayd quoth Christe yet marck what further I tell you You shall see this Christ sitting on a mighty tribunali On Gods owne right hand in clowds with glory apearing Then that puft-vp Priest from a badman turnd to a madman Rent his roabes in a rage and Blasphemy blasphemy roared What doe wee seeke for proofes hereof what need any wytnes Our selus haue heard all hymself hath playnly reueald all What's to be herein doone or what doe ye thinck he deserueth Death sayd euery man Death death with an eccho rebounded Then those lewd rakehells with poysned rankor abounding His sweete face ô griefe with spyttle fylthy defyled His bloody cheeks ô hell with buffetts all to be bruysed Some stroake him blindfyeld and then thus scornefuly taunted Now good Christe arread and gesse whoe gaue thee the buffet Peeter saw all this Peeter that manly protester Peeter styr'd not a foote Peeter that mighty protector Peeter stowt Peeter by a gyrle by a paltery damsell Is dasht is vanquisht forsakes his Mayster Iësus Thrice forsakes and twice fore-sweares his Mayster Iësus And now Cock gan crow and giu's him a friendly Memento That mans flesh is frayle that man's but a smoke but a vapor His pride nought but dust and all his glory but ashes Peeter in his cursing heard this Cock chearefuly chaunting And saw Christe then all arp soule-searching sight to be turning Yet with a louely regard with a merciful eye to be looking Euery eye was a bowe and euery looke was an arrow Eye and eye-arrow pierst Peeters hart in a moment Peeters hart and sowle and there inflicted a deepe wound So deepe wound that it had been no way possibly cured Were not his owne soules-wound with his owne teares all to bewashed Now he remembreth alas his first foole-hardy presuming Now he detesteth alas his last vnfriendly reuolting Now that wan countnance which feare of death had apaled All on a fire is set for shame of duty neglected Sith that blood fro the face to the hart which lately retyred Back fro the hart to the face with speede is freshly repayred Now his maysters eyes in his eyes are euer apearing And therein doth he seeme his whole offence to be reading Now Cock crowes in his eares and calls foorth day to be wytnes Wytnes of euery woord that Peeter spake to the darcknes Cock with an open mouth and lowd voyce bowldly proclaymeth That bragging seruant his mayster cowldly renounceth Euery sight each sound iust accusation offreth And self-wounding sowle self-condemnation vrgeth Noe rest noe harts-ease now loathed lyfe he detested More yea much more now than death at first he abhorred Lyfe let Peeter dye lyfe leaue to be dayly prolonging These my dolefull dayes least lyfe soone draw'n to an ending Cause me to loose that lyfe which neuer leaues to be lasting This frayle life smale broyles and shortest iarres to be shunning Made me the greatest ioyes and endles peace to be leauing Made me deny my Lord of lasting lyfe the begynnyng Made me renounce sweete life for a follish feare to be dying Lyfe let Peeter dye many dayes heape on many mischifs Blessed were
fryend can abyde noe Kyng but a Caesar Therefore looke Pilate that this King soone be remoued Christe in his owne coate now to the Iews was lastly presented And by Pilates doome deaths doome giu'n vp to be crossed Whose Crosse in Latyne Greeke Hebriew had for a tytle These woords Here's Iesus Iewes King of Nazareth added Chiefe Iewes tooke Iesus prickt whip't fro the crowne to the anckles Faynt weake and feeble scarceable for to be creeping Yet they layd on a Crosse his shoulders heauyly loading Dryuing him foreward til he fell downe vnder a burden Burden with deaths pangs plagues griefs and horror abounding Christe and Crosse faln downe by chaunce one Symon aproached Whoe to be Crossecaryer by the prowd Priests then was apoynted Crossecaryer to a place that in Hebriew's Golgatha called Place of deadmens sculls where Christe they speedyly Crossed Feete and hauds with nayles with great nayls all to be mangled And for a greater spyte two theeues they causd to be hanged Hanged on eyther syde and Christe almighty betweene them Christe once nayld to the Crosse now euery knaue is a craking Prowd harted Pharisees sell Scribes hypocritical Ealders Captens and Souldyers greate smalle from the Priest to the Pyper Wagging theyre wise heads laughing and scornefuly tauntying Thou that sau'st others now saue thy self from a mischif Thou that buyldst temples with a tryce come downe fro the gallows Come Gods deare dearling come King of Iews fro the gybbett Leape from a Crosse to a Crowne from a cursed tree to a Kingdome Christe o louing Christe long suffring Christe thus abused Gaue not a check for a taunt but alas very hartyly prayed Father forgeue them forget this villany Father Hark and mark that thief that thief eu'n brought to the last gaspe How he reuyles his Lord Peace thiefe geue care to thy fellow Wee for a synfull lyfe with death are iustly rewarded But Christs synles lyfe hath noe death duly deserued Thou Christe thou Iesus thou Lord vouchsaufe to remember Mee mee sinfull wretch mee when thou comst to thy kingdome Christe heard and sayd thus Thy prayers shalbe regarded This day in Paradise with mee thou shalt bee receaued O blest thief curst thief Sheepe Goate Therefore let a synner Not despaire one thiefe is sau'd in an howre in a moment But let a sinner feare let a sinner not be presuming One thiefe only repents and scapes in an howre in a moment Christs coate was seameles for a signe of an absolut endles And perfit kingdome this coate soe fitly cohaerent And all-wrought ouer was nothing toucht by the souldyers Nor torne in peeces nor cut nor parted among them But lotts cast that some one man might wholly receaue it That what was foretold might haue effectual ending Christe now hangs on a tree suffring vnsuffrable horrors Torments for mans sins and Gods vnspeakable anger Whylst Christe is suffring whylst fearefull pangs be aproaching Sunne for Gods Sons griefe doth greeue and gyns to be lowring Hydes his darckned face lets golden rayes be eclipsed Seeing Light of light with pricking thorns to be crowned Hea'n and earth is darck fro the sixth howre vnto the nynth howre Heu'n and earth laments and euery thing is a mourning Heu'n and earth laments whylst Iesus Christe is a dying Heu'n and earths comfort heu'n and earths only reuyuing But now Christe gan faint with an infinit agony troubled And Ely Ely and Lamasabacthany cryed Father deare Father why should thy Son be refused Then bitter vineger they raught when he sayd that he thirsted Which Christe once tasting said Father now it is ended Thy will's fulfilled thy lawes and heast be obeyed Take my sowle to thy hands Then his head he began to be bowing With those woords his life and endles passion ending Scarce did he yeeld his breath but straight fro the top to the bottom Templs vayle was rent and torne and broken asunder Earth did quake stones brake graues op'ned dead-men apeared Then captens souldyers men matrones all the beholders Smote theyr breasts and said this man was son to the mighty Whose strange death eu'n makes lyue dead and dead to be lyuely Christe is dead indeede his bones neede not to be bruysed Yet for a further proofe his side was speedily pearced Pearc't with a speare and thence pure blood pure water abounded Then noble Ioseph with faithfull friend Nicodemus Did begg of Pilate that blessed corps of Iësus Tooke it downe fro the crosse fine lynnen duly prepared With Myrrh and Aloes themselues it carefuly wynded And in a late-made tombe wherein was no-body chested That sweete corps sweete corps of Christe almighty reposed Rolled a stone to the graue and so all heauy departed Yet these Priests left not til they had watchmen apoynted And graues stone sealed least Christe might chaunce to be stollen By his wel-willers as they then vainly pretended Sots fooles and mad-men stil against this prick to be kicking And stil against this streame this sacred streame to be striuing For when third day came there came with a terrible earthquake Gods Angel fro the skies and rold that stone fro the graues-dore And there sate for a while his face was like to a lightning His roabes white as snow which made those watchmen amazed And half dead for feare but th' Angel spake to the women Twoo Maries comming of purpose for to anoynt Christe With precious spices with sweete odoriferus oyntments You seeke here for Christe here Christe is not to be sought for Christe is quickned againe and risn ' as he truly reported And foretold his friends in Galyly there wil hee meete them Loe where lately hee lay feare not but boldly report it As they ran to report Christ Iesus plainly apeared And met them by the way and bade them not be amazed But bring news to the rest that he would in Galyly see them This doone and they gone poore watchmen ran to the Citty And told all to the Priests whoe then with an obstinat error And wilfull blyndenes these watchmen largely rewarded Willing them to report and tell this abroade to the people That Christs disciples stole him by night fro the watchmen Whylst they lay sleeping Which haeresy stoutly to this day Stifneckt Iews mainteine ô curst and damnable error O hard-harted Iewes that giue more care to a hyreling And brybed souldier by the prowd Priests falsly suborned Than to the truth it self with soe great glory reuealed Than to the eyes which saw to the eares which heard to the fingers And to the hands which felt that which was truly reported Hands which felt Chrysts hands and feete and sides to be wounded Fares which heard his woords and blessings sweetely delyu'red Eyes which saw and knew that Christe in Galyly walked And foure times ten dayes in diuers places apeared Eyes which saw Christe eate and then fro the earth to be lifted Vp to the highest heu'ns and there with glory receaued On Gods owne right hand with iurisdiction endles Vntil he come to be
Iudg of quick and dead by the thundring Sound of a fearefull trumpe and bring his sheepe to the sheepefold Immortall sheepefold and goates throw downe to the darcknes Aeternall darcknes fro the sacred face fro the presence Of God there to abyde with Lucifer and his adhaerents Plagud with a dying life with a lyuing death with a roaring Weeping and gnashing of teeth and horrible howling Where's nought but woe woe but a worme stil greedily gryping Nought but a loathsome lake with fyre and Sulphur abounding FINIS The first Psalme O Thrice happy the man that lends noe care to the counsail Of soule-sick sinners nor frames his feete to the footestepps Of backsliding guvdes nor sets him downe with a scorner In the maligning chayre that makes but a mock of Olympus But to the liuing Lords edicts himself he referreth And therein pleasures and treasures only reposeth Night and day by the same his footesteps duly directing Day and night by the same hart mynde soule purely preparing This man's like to a tree to a tree most happily planted Hard by a brooke by a brooke whose streames of siluer abounding Make this tree her fruite her pleasant fruite to be yeelding Yeelding fruite in tyme to the planters dayly reioycing This tree's rooted deepe her bowes are cherefuly springing Her fruite neuer fades her leaues looke liuely for euer This man's setled sure his thoughts woords dayly proceedings Happy beginnings haue and haue as fortunat endings Sinners are not foe they and theyrs all in a moment All in a moment passe past hope grace mercy recou'ry As weight-wanting chaffe that scattreth in euery corner Whyrled away fro the earth hence thence by a blast by a wyndepuffe Woe to the scorner then whose soule wil quake to be iudged Quake when it heares that doome by the Iudg almighty pronounced Woe to the sinner then noe setled sinner aproacheth Neare to the sinles Saincts where ioy and glory aboundeth For the triumphant God doth stil looke downe to the godly Their wayes well knowing and them with mercy protecting But the reuenging Lord hath threatned a plague to the godles And theyr wayes shal away and they themselues be a wayling The sixth Psalme LOrd forbeare to rebuke forbeare and stay thy reuenging Hand in thy greate wrath and indignation endles Heale my wounds my God take some compassion on mee My bones are bruysed my strength is wholly decayed My sowle is troubled my mynde extreamely molested How long shall thy wrath and these my plagues be prolonged Turne yet againe good God thy woonted mercy remember And this sowle poore sowle for thy greate mercy delyuer Saue my life from death in death noe worthy remembrance Of thy name is founde and keepe my sowle fro the dungeon Infernall dungeon where noe tonge yeelds any prayses My hart with groanyng my sowle is weary with anguish Euery night doe I wash my carefull couch with abounding Streames of trickling teares my flesh is myghtyly troubled My color all faded my former bewty decayed For feare all for feare of such as seeke to deuoure mee But get away get away all you that woork any myschief My sighes ascende vp my prayers pierce to the heauens And such as my sowle with griefe vnworthyly vexed With shame and sorrow shall worthyly soone be requyted The eyghth Psalme O Prince all-puysant ô King al-mightyly ruling How wōdrous be thy works how strange are thy proceedings Thou hast thy greate name with most greate glory reposed Ouer aboue those Lamps bright-burning Lamps of Olympus Eu'n very babes yong babes yong sucking babes thy triumphant Might set foorth to the shame of them which iniury offer Eu'n to the shame of them which damned blasphemy vtter When that I looke to the skies and lyft myne eyes to the heauens Skies thyne owne hand-work and heauens fram'd by thy fingers When that I see this Sunne that makes my sight to be seeing And that Moone her light light half-darck dayly renuing Sunne dayes-eye shynyng Moone nights-light chereful apearing When that I see sweete Starres through Christal skies to be sprinckled Some to the first spheare fixt some here and there to be wandryng And yet a constant course with due reuolution endyng Then doe I thinck ô Lord what a thing is man what a wonder O what a thing is man whom thou soe greatly regardest Or what a thing's mankynde which thou soe charyly tendrest Thou hast man this man this blest man mightly framed And with aboundant grace with aboundant dignyty crowned Not much inferior to thy sweete caelestial Angells Thou hast giu'n hym right and iurisdiction ouer All thy wondrous woorkes thou hast made hym to be mayster Hym chiefe mayster on earth right Lord and absolut owner Of beast fowle and fishe on th' earth ayre water abyding O prince all-puysant ô King al-mightyly ruling How wondrous be thy woorks and how strange are thy proceedings The nine and twentith Psalme YOu Kings and rulers you Lords and mighty Monarchaes Whose hands with scepters and heads with crownes be adorned Kneele to the King of Kings and bring your dutiful offrings Lowt to the lyuing Lord ascribe all might to the mighty Alwayes-mighty Monarch and learne to be rul'd by the ruler Which heu'n earth and hell rul's ouerrules in a moment For this is only that one whose thundring voyce fro the clustred Clowds breaks foorth and roares and horror brings to the whole world For this is only that one whose feareful voyce fro the heauens Cedars tall Cedars teares rents and ryues fro the rooting Cedars of Libanus constrayns lyke calues to be leaping And Cedar-bearing Libanus with frightened Hermon Lyke to a yong Vnicorne makes here and there to be skipping For this is only that one whose threatnyng voyce the deuouring Lightnyngs flakes throwes downe and terror brings to the deserts Teares downe trees and woods makes hyndes for feare to be caluyng And that forelorne waste of Cadesh for to be tremblyng Euery voyce his voyce his prayse and glory pronounceth His sacred temple with his honnor dayly resoundeth Ouer gulfs and deepes his royall throane he reposeth Ouerwhelmyng gulfes and drownyng deepes he represseth And stil a lyuing Lord stil a King almighty remayneth And yet a father stil for he leaues not stil to be sendyng Strength to his owne elect and inward peace for a blessing The eyght and thirtith Psalme SCourge mee not my God whylst thy wrath's kyndled against mee Put mee not to rebuke in thyne vnspeakable anger For thy darts ô God dead darts and dangerus arrowes Stick fast fast to my hart ô Lord stick fast to my hartroote And thy hands sore hands presse and oppresse mee with anguish In my flesh noe health in bones noe rest is abyding Thy wrath plagues my flesh my syns to my bones be a poyson My syns woefull wretch my syns now growne to a fullnes Ouergrow my head curst head and keepe mee stil vnder Lyke to a burden alas my back too heauyly loading My carefull carkas with sores lyes all to be wounded