HIEROBOAMS art From IVDAS royall progeny doe part And scorning to haue DAVIDS Sonne their King Scepter and Crovvne to IEROBOAM bring And though it vvas expresse IEHOVA'S vvill That in no place but holy Sions hill They should obserue their Neomenian Feasts And sacrifice their Hecatombes of beasts The tipick bloud of Paschal Lambe be spilt In that sole Church vvhich SALOMON had built In Salems streats so many times each yeare Dilated IACOBS of-spring must appeare And none but those vvho are of Leuis race Shall in the Temple haue a Church-mans place VVhen Israels sons amongst themselues contend By AARONS verdict must the question end Desire of sou'raigntie and Empires cause Makes Ieroboam breake these holy lavves Hee 'le haue high places and inuent a God VVhich hath free'd Israel from PHAROES rod BETHEL and DAN shall haue tvvo Calues of gold And many Idols shall Bethauen hold His Pursiuants such passengers shall staie VVho tovvards Ierusalem doe take their vvaie For Tyrant thinkes his Crovvne not to sit fast Should Ephraim and Iudas friendship last Hee makes vnvvorthie vvights the incense burne To plaie the Priest any shall serue the turne Diuided thus sin vpon sin they add And though afflictions often make them sad Yet no ELIAS no Assyrian rod Can make the stiffe-neck'd tribes returne to God Vntill at last great Salmanazar came VVhip of Gods furie guerdon of their shame VVho vvith vvars-svvord the Infants bloud doth spill Defloures their Virgins and their vvarriors kill And vvhere his murth'ring furie doth not range They death for greater miserie doe change Hauing the markes of slaues gyues on their hands They are led captiue vnto forreine lands VVherein eternall seruitude they spend Their vvofull daies in seruitude they end Their vvretched liues But Iuda shall be taught VVith short captiuitie to mend his fault Though Babels Monarcke lead to Memphis tovvne Subjects and King yet vvhen his Son fals dovvne From Empires top the Persian Kings shall giue Iudaea leaue home to returne and liue In Sions tovvnes but Ephraims vvicked race Shall ne're come backe vnto their dvvelling place VVho did refuse to honour DAVIDS throne Vnder Idolaters opprest shall grone Thinke Grecian Dame my verse of thee hast spoke VVho from thy hautie necke hath cast the yoke Of diuine Order and in Northern ayre Exalted hast vvith Lucifer thy Chaire Thinking to meane a Patriarchall seate Aboue thy merits graunted yet more great Thou striu'st to bee and casting PETER dovvne On thy ambitious head dar'st vveare his Crovvne Carried in emptie Clouds of a proud hart Thou leau'st Christs sheepfold from Church dost part IESVS our humble God doth from his throne VVith angrie eyes behold tvvo made of one Hee hateth schisme and hath this sentence fixt The proud shall drinke a Cup vvith much vvoe mixt Thinke the incursions of the Sarzen King VVeare gentle rods thee back againe to bring And knovv that as thy schisme and sin did grovv So likevvise did increase thy plagues thy vvoe Hovv oft didst thou thy heresies forsvveare Hovv oft didst thou returne to PETERS Chaire Hovv oft didst thou againe vvith the foule Hog VVallovv in myre hovv often vvith the Dog Returne to vomit but Gods patient hand Can hold no longer h'eele no longer stand VVaiting repentance lenitie must cease VVhen often vvrongs admit no speach of peace Barbarians shall be scourges of thy sin Fierce Mahomet shall proud Bizantium vvin Thy Caesar murd'red in the streats shall die VVhere heapes of vngrau'de Citizens shall lie At a high price some vvretches buy their liues VVith goods losse and dishonour in their vviues Thy Romane Eagles yealde to Turkish Moone In Churches rights of Mahomet are done In fine thou suff'rest vvhatsoeuer harmes Vse to attend a cruell conq'rours Armes And vvho aloft vvith Lucifer vvould'st dvvell VVith rebell Angel tumblest dovvne to Hell Thy shame confusion is lavvlesse desires In practice put are thy tormenting fires Thy Conscience is the vvorme the Diuels Turkes The fires fuell is schisme and euill vvorkes VVith enuie thy teeth gnash part of thy paine To see thy riuall in such glorie raigne Darknesse thy ignorance and vvant of grace Disordred Passions horror of the place Thoughts of despaire thy miseries attend To thinke this seruitude shall neuer end For vvho in schisme didst vvith Samaria fall VVith her must suffer an eternall thrall But Rome in DAVIDS house the Goth the Hun VVith Citties spoyle shall punish faults vvhich done Adaulphus leading his fierce Goths to Spaine CHRISTS Vice-roye to his Rome shall come againe VVhere hee shall sit on DAVIDS promis'd seate And giue just Lavves vvhilst Sun giues vvonted heat To decke the Church a cunning vvorkeman paints The liuely Images of diuers Saincts But vvhat doth make most glorious shevv of all Is IESVS name vvritten on euerie vvall There see vvee PAVLE the name of IESVS hold Diuinely stampt in characters of gold VVhich flying through the vvorld vvith Cherubs vvings Hee carries before Potentates and Kings I 'le not vvith Silius goe to Maroes graue And at his dust a holy fury craue To praise this vessell but I le aske to share A part of CHRYSOSTOMES Caelestiall ayre That svveetly guided by his serious sp'rite As they require I maie PAVLES praises vvrite Pythagoras savv no Troie yet vvish I His vvittie transmigrations vveare no lie That vvhil'st I treat of such renovvned men Some Heroes spirit might direct my pen. Let his deuotes commend him for his zeale Or that he hath spread IESVS common vveale Throughout the vvorld afflictions sorrovves bandes Yea vvhat not suffred both on sea and landes The loue and chiefest object of my muse Shall be because our IESVS did PAVLE chuse A speciall trumpet to sound out his fame And blazon through the vvorld great IESVS name Exalting him vvith this peculiar grace For IESVS name to suffer in each place O three-times happie man vvhom IESVS chose For IESVS royall name to suffer vvoes As others praise him for his vvritings sake A title of their eminence they take Because proud Ievves and Gentiles he makes knovv That vvho disguis'd in seruants shape did goe VVas the MESSIAS their Creatours Son VVho for transgression vvith mankinde had done A ransome pai'd strong reasons he doth frame To shevv that nature and the lavv are lame And neuer can tovvards heau'nly Sion tread If IESVS grace doe not them thether lead But his Epistles I aboue the rest Commend and saie that they are therefore best Because in e'ury leafe yea line is found Of IESVS name the eares vvell pleasing sound Triumphant Martirs are dravvne all in red Each hauing a Baye Garland on his head VVhich at the Lambes feete humblie casting dovvne They him acknovvledge giuer of their Crovvne In the first place as Captaine of the band Doth glorious STEPHEN promartir stand VVho vvhil'st the multitude stones at him throvves Prayeth to IESVS for his cruell foes No
and aftervvards liue poore And it is true a foole blest man thou vvert And novv thy holy sons plaie the fooles part But he vvho vvhat is folly knovveth best VVhat vvisdome as he preacheth doth not jest That vvho are fooles in the vvorlds purblinde eies In Gods best seeing sight are truly vvise And if vve rightly censure he 's a sott VVho judgeth that for good vvhich good is not Hovv many doe vvee see vvho are all ill Haue riches honours pleasures at their vvill VVhen good are poore if there can good men be In this vilde vvorld vvhere most men bad vve see Therefore Antiquitie makes Plutus blinde Because he seldome honest men can finde To pleasure vvith his drosse the very same As to the good Ioue sendeth him falls lame But vvhen hee 's bid to vvicked men repaire He puts on vvings and flieth in the aire In our great IESVS vvas all vvisdomes store Yet did he liue contemned here and poore VVhat pleasures had he vvhom he loued best His Mother and Apostles nere could rest Alvvaies in troubles of all men thought vvorst Despis'de neglected suffring hunger thirst Cloth'd poorely entertaind vvith scoffes vvith quips Esteemd seducers dang'rous beate vvhith vvhips Surely if vvorldly men the right vvay goe IESVS vvould not haue let his friends liue soe Further great Saint though thy sons appeare base This verie basenesse doth the temple grace The stones are rough vvhich vndermost of all Support the building that it doe not fall Such stones in vision that great Prelate savv VVho gaue allovvance to thy stricter lavv In the vvorld is varietie of things All cannot Kesars be and mightie Kings All are not persons fit for Princes court There must be some vvho are of meaner sort Some must to Indies goe some in shops stand There must be contriemen to plough the land Yet this so much varietie of place Not only must be but eke giues a grace Neither are riches equally to all Out dealt some are vvhom vvealthy men vve call Others are poore vvhat then ther 's no lesse art In representing vvell the poore mans part Then in the acting of a King or Duke VVisemen vvhat part is plaid not so much looke As hovv t' is done you vvill graunt IESVS vvise Yet he plaid Codrus in a poore mans guise Codrus he acted and in beggers vveed To saue his people vvillingly did bleed Happy vvho chose vvith IESVS to be poore And vvith their Maister beg from doore to doore Happy thrice happy such this is my note Though the vvorld laugh and forth vvith saie I dote Our IESVS knevv if he should keepe his state No malice vvould praeoccupate his fate No Priests vvould for him thirtie pence out tell No Iudas vvould his sou'raigne so cheape sell. VVherefore he makes himselfe vvith Codrus poore And by his death doth man to life restore FRANCIS exprest the poore mans person to VVhich he of IESVS learned so to doe That vvhen the dramme vvith his life did expire A clap vvas giu'n by God and Angels quire And thou though last yet not LOIOLA least As daintie junkets at end of a feast So novv the vvorld is old and almost past Thou dost invite and please our Christian tast VVhen vvith thee in thy banner thou dost bring The name of IESVS our all conq'ring King Blest such true Sons vvho in their hart and flag Haue IESVS vvrit and vvith their Father brag Not in fames shaddovv sumptuous buildings drosse But only in their IESVS name and CROSSE VVhat hath Semiramis obtaind the Crovvne And shevves Magnificence in Babels tovvne Or doe the Amazons for ILIONS sake By Argiues ransaked a nevv Troie make Hath Dido as shee sees Sichaeus dead Into hott Afrique from Pigmalion fled VVhere shee imploies the treasure of her Purse In the erecting of a stately burse Our chiefe Preist IESVS through false treason dies From second Nuptials his Eliza flies MARTHA the vveeping MARIES sister fled First in this maner a Pigmalions bed And vvith her folke comming to Marsiles shore Of liuing stones gath'red a royall store To build a Church vvhere rightly should be done Best victimes to her Gods eternal son These stones vvere Virgins Chrysolithes them name For they refined vvere in true loues flame A troope of royall dames to labour fall Some the foundation some build vp the vvall Most of the Companie ascend aboue And deck the highest roofe vvith golden loue As in a summer month vvee often see The hiues frequented by the busie Bee Some goe from home some come backe to the Hiue Each pritty soule as Emulous doth striue VVho shall doe most the drones and vvho are slacke As they approach are from the hiue beat backe Some to bring vp the young ones haue a care Some to vnburden those vvho loaden are VVhilst none are idle none spend ill their time The honied house smels redolent vvith thyme In this Parthenian troupe none idle stand But to the labour each one puts her hand And bring vvell-tasting honie to the hiues Their actions honie are suck'd from Saints liues On flovv'res of Saints braue deedes these Virgins rest And by praire feeding suck out vvhat is best They learne of DOMINICK and KATRINE zeale To praie and labour for their neighbours vveale Of FRANCIS they humilitie doe learne Of CLARE hovv to themselues they shal be stearne And full of svveete they come backe to their home VVhere they the honie make and honie combe All full of louely svveet amongst them all Not one conuerseth vvho hath the least gall That IESVS Church neuer hath shades of night But a perpetuall and constant light Thereof vvee must ascribe not the least part To these Bees and their honie making art These Maiden Bees a Virgin vvaxe doe vvorke Of vvhich are Candles made for IESVS Kirke Their liues are Torches from vvhence light is gi'un VVhich as men see they praise the God of heau'n MARCELLA FABIA PAVLA and her childe EVSTOCHIVM in such vvorke vvere neuer toild EVSTOCHIVM natures vvonder in vvhose brest Most arts all virtues chiefest tongues did rest VVe thee SCHOLASTICA amongst the first Behold a Romaine CLAeLIA vvho durst Be author to thy high descended Dames Hovv they shall eternize their royall names VVhen thy Eduina sprung of English Kings Vnto our Temple a ritch Saphyr brings VVee 'le say by her oblation may be seene Although she spurn'da Crovvne shee vvas a Queene Of many Hildas Rictruds could vvee tell By thee instructed in religious Cell To offer amethysts vvhose virtues rare Against intemperance approoued are Of vvell tun'de voices to make vp a Quire VVe vvill not goe vvith IEREMIE and hire Lamenting vvoemen vvho shall NENIAS sing For good IOSIAS death their slaughtred King Thy English Nymphes Great Saint shall neuer fayle By daie by night their IESVS death to vvaile They shall in streetes of Adradremon mone And in the blacke fieldes of Mageddo grone They shall fill Adadremmon vvith said cries Because IOSIAS in Mageddo
spiteful Ievv more svviftly flings a stone Then his loue-darts ascend to Heau'ns high Throne VVhere falling lovv before the seate of grace They humblie beg that mercie may haue place And hovv they speed vv'eele aske of furious Saule VVho shall hereafter be a Preaching PAVLE SEBASTIAN eke shot through vvith many Dart Instructeth Gentlemen to plaie a part In true-loues stage that others fall not dovvne He labours and so gets a Martyrs Crovvne Neere to SEBASTIAN seeing a voyde place VVee aske vvho they are shall haue so much grace To stand nigh IESVS champion and are told Our English Noble men that roome shall hold As no goods losse no deaths feare could them quayle No dangers make in IESVS faith to fayle For though not equall vvith the Martyrs rovve Yet as stout Squires of Martyr-Knights they goe As vvee these Champions vievv vvith curious eye Amongst them vvee a Ladie doe espie VVhose Crovvnes proclayme shee ruled sundry lands But historie complaines of sauage hands The Armes of Scotland and French Lilies teach That o're these Kingdomes her commaund did reach VVritten in bloudie Characters vvee read Heauens vveepe vvhilst I recount so foule a deed That shee vvhose head vvee see on this sad stage From body cut to satisfie the rage Of barb'rous foes vvhilst shee did liue had been FRANCIS of France his vvife and Scotlands Queene And though her stile of Majestie vvas such Yet prophane hands durst Gods anoynted touch As if no sacred Oyle had bene shed By holy Prelate on her Princely head Vnto the Scaffold brought ô cruell deed By the sharpe Axes blovv shee there doth bleed Heau'ns did yee shine vvas there a vvicked Sun To lend a daie vvhil'st such a deed vvas done Surely all things as rul'd by a nevv force Did goe retrogradate to Natures course And as vvhen Man Iehouah did offend The vniuers for Mans offence did end Againe so many Lavves in one foule fact Being infring'de in pennance of the Act All things are taught to goe an other vvaie In the accustom'd order nought doth staie The pious Spartans euermore deni'de In battaile Theopompus to haue di'de They thought though millions of meane persons die Yet death durst not approach great Monarchs nigh And deem'd his Kingly Majestie a sheild Able to saue his life in bloudie field And can it bee a person of such state Amongst her friends should finde so hard a fate Tiberius fearefull of his after fame Hated Historians vvho vvould blase his name And teach posteritie in this and this Tiberius vvhil'st he liu'd did doe amisse That yeare vvhen this vvas done ye learned Men Forget to handle an Historians Pen. Doe not instruct the vvorld that England durst Performe a Deed of all bad Deeds the vvorst Not but I read that Monarchs haue bene kil'd And the Majestike blood vnjustly spil'd But still the Murderers haue carefull been That such impietie should not be seen VVhen vvee in Counsell sit and in cold bloud Deliberate as if the Act vvere good The sentence giu'n vvee justifie the fact By publike execution of the Act. But vvhat 's the cause for vvhich they shed her bloud This one for-sooth because shee vvas so good And the vvorld knevv vvhat right shee had to raigne These are the reasons vvherefore shee vvas slaine Should Herod knovv that IESVS is Gods Son VVould hee doe lesse thinke you then he hath done Curst be ambition vvhich vvill knovv no lavves Curst be suspition in a Kingdomes cause But as proud Iades shall trample vvith their feet Good Seruius carcase in the VVICKED STREET And Tullia hasting to set on her head Romes Diadem on Fathers corps dares tread VVee vvill not vvonder vvhen for Kingdomes crovvne VVee see the Lavves of God and Man cast dovvne That vvaters doe not ouer-vvhelme our land And Neptune svvim vvhere Englands Ile doth stand That yet no greater vengeance hath bene seene VV'eele thanke thy prayers vntimely butcher'd Queene Shall vvee vvith teares bedevv thy Royall Hearse Blame the too-hastie fates vvith mournefull verse The Sisters aske hovv they durst vse a Knife So soone to cut thy golden thread of life VVee vvould doe thus but that faith makes vs knovv Glories rich Crovvne vvas giu'n thee by that blovv VVhich tooke thy life avvaie so Ammons pride Prepares a horse for Mordechee to ride Our teares vvhich els should alvvaies flovv are done VVhen vve behold our IAMES thy glorious Son VVho as just NOAH amongst mortalls best Shall giue our sorrovves end our labours rest His Parent LAMECH did of him fore-tell That in his blessed time things should goe vvell Renovvned PRINCE so vse thy Royall Pen That vve may place thee 'mongst these learned Men punc Our Churches Doctors vvho next Martirs stand A siluer Pen each hauing in his hand Aboue their heads houers a holy Doue VVhich dictates lessons full of vvitt and loue If to thy Harpe vveare added one more string Then thou no Svvan could more diuinely sing But vvee haue hope all numbers novv shall meet To make thy Musique absolutely svveet Thou DELOS Oracle of thy life time Thou Sun thou starre of parched Afriques clime Our Churches Pearle bred in thy mothers eyes Againe begotten by a sea of cries Great AVSTEN shall I vvith more vvondring eye Behold thee vvhen thy Muse doth mount on high Or loue thee more vvhen thou dost creepe so lovve As doe thy humble Retractations shevv To thinke amisse is fraile-Mans common case To change for better is a speciall grace And can vve thinke more forcible more good The teares of loue then a best Martyrs bloud The Desert Citizens vveare also there Some cloth'd vvith leaues others vvith shirts of hayre Their visages all pale their bodies thin Proclayme their greatest glorie is vvithin Their simple out-sides giue aboundant shevves That they to vvorld and flesh vveare alvvaies foes Heere also vvee our English EDVVARD knovv Mongst formest plac'de in the Confessors rovv A scepter in his hand o' ns head a Crovvne Yee gentle Heau'ns raine manie EDVVARDS dovvne VVho to our Britaine vpright lavves may giue And teach their People as they doe to liue Great CHARLES the second Hope of Northern clime Ordain'd by God to blesse the present time Of EDVVARD learne that subjects best obey VVhen they see Majestrates first doe then saie Such Edicts moue Mens harts though vvritten short VVhich first are practi'zd in the Princes Court Of EDVVARD learne that only hee 's a King VVho doth his Passions in subjection bring Princes Dominions may from Parents take To be a Saint virtue alone can make In that strange statue vvich great Babels King In vision sees each lim each part each thing As they grovv higher so in goodnesse grovv VVhich Potentates and greater men doth shevv That vnto honour should be joynd this grace To grovv in goodnesse as they grovv in place The head vvas best of mettals purest gold You the heads place amongst your subjects hold Be gold in loue be better
vvhistle led astraye Through vn-couth paths to Hell vvent the next vvay To see our ruine grieuing at the hart VVith Fathers leaue he plai'd the Shepheards part Inuenting a proportion'd meanes to gaine The vvandring sheepe and bring him backe againe Hee cloths himselfe vvith shape vvith flesh vvith skin VVith all of Man excepting only sin And in this forme conuersing 'mongst the rest Hee teacheth them vvhat feeding place is best Sometimes in Vallies and lovv Dales he goes As hovv vvee should our selues despise he shoes Auerring vvho to Sion mount vvill clyme Must gaze in these lovv pastures for a time Of Gelboe hils he bids his sheepe take heede There is no faftie on those Cliffs to feed The fruitfull shevvres the Devv of heau'nly grace Neuer refresh that miserable place There vve see SAVL on his ovvne svvord to die VVhilst he the Philistaean blades vvould flie The Hils vvith murdred VVarriors are fil'd Thy valiant there ô Israel are kil'd VVhat are these Mountaines vvhere such vvorthies di'de But eleuated hils of humaine pride VVits vvho doe lift themselues aboue the rest And euer judge their ovvne opinion best Such vvicked Arrius vvas and after him Pelagius of the Diuell each a limb Vrsacius Valens and the gelded sorte VVho doe frequent Constantius thy Court. To IESVS all injurious IESVS grace Pelagius doth denie the Eunuchs race Auer that God no more then they haue done In generation of his only Son And Gods Son follovving Natures vvonted lavves In his eternall being hath a cause These and all Heretikes in Gelboe hils Haue fallne on their ovvne swords I meane their quils Some times our Lambe on top of Thabor feedes The flocke instructing by Heroycke deeds Of diuine Counsails t is best there to graze From vvhence tovvard heau'nly Sion they may gaze Then he inform's them of his Royall birth The reason vvhy he came vpon the earth Hovv doth he make Celestiall Spirits mount VVhen hee the Eight Beatitudes doth count Beginning thus the Kingdome of high heau'n To those vvho are in spirit poore is geu'n You aske vvho are spiritually poore VVho looking on their nothing doe not soare VVith feath'red vvings of pride but knovving vvell That their offences haue deserued Hell They suffer injuries that so his vvrath They may appease vvhom sin offended hath This pouertie had Israels forlorne King VVhen rayling Simei at him stones did fling Hee doth reflect as his rebellious son Against him vvarrs vvhat he before had done To good VRIAS and accepts this rod As a deseru'd affliction sent from God Marke hovv our Lambe doth earths possession giue To those vvho on the earth doe meekely liue O're their ovvne passions their command is great I' th land of others harts they haue a seate Theirs is the land of euerlasting blisse The vvhich alone land of the liuing is If poore haue heau'n if meeke on earth doe dvvell VVhat place is for the angrie left but Hell To Stygian pit vvherefore doth Thubal goe Let holy man by God inspired shovv Because he had no Target to vvard blovves But svvordes and Launces to offend his foes IESVS vvho doest our hands vvith vveapons arme VVhen heaped injuries sound the alarme VVhen vve shall suffer opprobries vvhen wronge Bestovv on vs that armour of the strong Firme patience vvho fight couer'd vvith this shield Alvvaies returne victorious out the field VVhat vvas thy life but a continuall paine A lasting labour to bring backe againe The vvandring sheepe and put him in such place VVhere holsome pastures are streames flovvvvith grace VVhom did'st not thou instruct to vvhom not Preach◠VVhom virtue not by thy example teach VVhen any vvith the rot infected vvare VVith vvhat loue didst thou cure them vvith vvhat care Herafter Pastors thou doest teach to rule Making thy life of eu'ry grace a Schoole Thou bidst them oft remember Ioathans tale Hovv vvhen supremacy vvas set to sale The Figge the Vine the Oliue vvould not buye VVith their ovvne detriment a place so highe Only the Thorne accepteth to be great Thornes vvillingly doe sit in vpper seate VVho follovv thee must choose the lovver end Vntill thy heau'nly Father bid ascend Thou shevvst vvherein a Prelats place consists Not in good fare or doing vvhat he lists Not to haue complacence in being first Rather to judge himselfe therefore the vvorst Not making the poore sheepe to carry much VVhen hee vvith his least finger vvill not touch The burthen others beare nay the right vvaie To gouerne is vvhen Prelates doe then saie Therefore still thou doest to thy precepts joyne This Rule my seruants actions be like mine Hee is a Monster in vvhose mouth doth stand A tongue in greatnesse vvhich exceeds his hand Hovv many such our Basan Pastures shovve Hovv many such in vpper places goe Of God and virtue they doe largely talke But haue no hands to vvorke no feete to vvalke After thy CROSSE such carry on their backe A Pastors title but the virtue lacke VVho are in seate of supreame honour plac't Must keepe themselues from a cold Northren blast Icleped pride this had his birth on high And euer since contendeth vp to flie VVhat industrie vvhat labours doest thou spend In gaining Iudas as if the vvhole end Of thy conuersing in the vvorld had bin To make this vvretch forsake his haunt of sin And vvhat revvard as Priests shall him out tell Poore thirtie pence he vvill his Maister sell And can a Lambe for such a price be sold More vvorth then Iasons sheepe vvith fleece of gold VVhen at this rate the Butchers had thee bought They presently vnto the shambles brought VVhere vvith thy death though they did meane to end Thy vvisdome did beyond their malice tend Then thou didst thinke vpon this mystique board Hovv vvith thy sacred flesh it should be stor'd Making theit furies vvho did thirst thy bloud The instruments of our eternall good And alt'ring the old rites of Pascall sheepe Ordain'st that vvee a better Easter Keepe The hautie Pharisies full little thinke They make a vvine shall be soule-sauing drinke For hated Gentiles little doe they dreame From IESVS vaines can flovv so rich a streame Doe you thinke Scribes vvho sit on MOYSES Chaire That vvhen in high Priests house you joyned are Your consultation is hovv you shall dresse For Christian banquet a Caelestiall Messe Speake sacred Muse hovv this great Myst'rie came That our foes dresse for vs our Paschall Lambe The cruell Knife that cut our IESVS throate In PILATES Hall vvas the base vulgars note As they the Heau'ns astonish vvith their crie Let Barrabas alone let IESVS die I finde quoth PILATE of his death noe cause They ansvveare let him dye our vvils are lavves Bring vvater from this crime I le vvash me free His bloud on vs and on our Children bee Yee Impious levves this vvas the sharpe edg'de Knife VVhich did depriue meeke IESVS of his life VVhen TITVS shall your Cittie vvals cast
dovvne VVhen fire your Temple and destroye your Tovvne VVhen to the vvorlds end your accursed race Shall vvander vagabonds in eu'ry place Then knovv that ABELS bloud vvhom you haue slaine For vengeance cries against his Brother CAINE VVhen common vveales shall make you a signe vse To make the vvorld take notice you are levves VVhen Boyes hoope after you Dogs at you barke Haue you not CAINE the homicide his marke Before a LAMBE is for the Table fit They vse to fleye him aftervvards to spit And so by gentle fires all sides to heate Till by degrees it be made holsome meate But not the most hard-harted Butcher flaies The silly LAMKIN vvhilst life in it staies Oh then are Butchers more inhumaine Ievves Hovv cruellie doe you meeke IESVS vse As you doe make the Romaine Cohort strip And vvhilest he liues flaie him vvith tearing vvhip From top to toe his skin they doe pull off His vvoundes your sport are at his paines you skoffe Hovv else should his vvoes of all vvoes be chiefe Hovv else should IESVS be a man of griefe But can your malice as yet farther goe Are you stil vvittie to increase his vvoe Though you did stab him vvith your doubled noate Of let him die although pul'd off his coate VVith many lashes yet nor Knife nor Rod Quite kils the LAMBE vvho is both Man and God After a manie deaths life doth remaine That hauing killed you may kill againe You joye that he as yet not yeelds to fate That so you longer may protract your hate Hee joyes to liue that vvee may see hovv much Hee loued vs vvhose suffrings haue bene such And all for vs our sins strucke euery blovve Our vvickednesse vvas cause of all his vvoe VVittie Perillus and Mezentius sterne To torture shall of you inuentions learne Proceeding in your malice you make fit To rost this holy Lambe a vvodden spit The CROSSE I meane to vvhich his feete and hands Your barb'rous hangmen tie vvith iron bands VVhat is defectiue novv a flame to roast The victime and so consummate the Hoast i th' altar of our IESVS breast doth burne A sacred fire the vvhich shall serue the turne Not thornie Crovvne not vvhips not bloudie svveat Not Crosses vveight but feruorous loues heate Consumes our Lambe as Phoenix in his nest Our IESVS dies midst flames of fierie brest For vvere he not consum'd bysuch a Sun Hovv should an holocaust be rightly done Vnder the CROSSE to haue a place vveel'e sue VVhere vvee vvill immolated IESVS vievv And vvhilste on each sad passage vvee reflect VVee le heale our sorrovves vvith his sole aspect VVhen vvee are angrie vvee vvill on him looke His taunts his griefes his vvounds shall be our booke And as he suffers vvhilst vvee heare no noice Not the least sound of a Complainctiue voice VVee le set our spoonefull to his sea of vvoes Our aduersaries to his sauage foes And blush to fill each eare each place vvith mone VVhilst in respect of his our griefes are none The Lambe by Ievves and Pharises thus drest For IESVS friends makes a continuall feast But vvith vvhat drinke is this great banquet stor'de VVhat Massique vvine adornes this royall borde My Muse declare in the ensuing verse And the strange nature of that vvine rehearse The properties of that Caelestiall vvine VVhich IESVS vvorthy ghestes drinke as they dine Of vvhich vvhen you shall heare prodigious things Yet giue vs faith and knovv this liquor springs From Vine tree vvhich vvas set by Gods ovvne hand And in the midst of Paradise doth stand Bee not incredulous this vvine doth grovv In IESVS vaines and from his vvoundes doth flovv The Hart vvhom Dogs haue almost at a baye Peceiuing that his spirits doe decaye Forthvvith vnto some Riuer hath recourse VVhere svvimming through he gathereth nevv force VVith vvhich as if he had but then begun He svviftly flies pursuing death to shun The soule of Man cloth'd vvith this fleshly furre Is this poore Hart by many cruell Curr Hunted to death the houndes names vvill you heare Sad griefe fond joye stearne vvrath vaine hope false feare These as Acteons Beagles obe'id Man VVhilst Man vvas good and reason vs'd but vvhen Man in transgression vvas the Deuils Ape And to a beast transformed lost his shape The Curs vvhich heretofore vvere kept in avve VVill novv obey no longer reasons lavv But as that Hunters Dogs their Maister chase And oft bereaue him of his life of grace Amongst the rest one vgly Curre is found Icleped Mortall sin this foule-mouth'd hound By nature hath such an enuenom'd tooth That vvhere he bites assured death ensu'th The Nemrod or chiefe Maister of the sport The Diuel is vvho vvith a gracelesse sorte Of vvorldlings sons of the accursed CAYNE Pursue the silly HARTE till hee be slaine VVhen sin is done an Euge blovves the horne Their Huntesman hola is faire vertues scorne The vvoods resound vvith base detractions voice Foule slanders Echo makes a hideous noyse VVhen no temptation doth the soule assault They storme and svveare the Doggs are at a fault Getting the sent by customes tracke againe They and their Curres follovv the Chace amayne The Hart pursu'de by such malitious foes Is tyred ofte oft doth his forces lose VVhen loe good God vvho the stai'd course of things Svveetly contriues our Beast thus toyled brings By secreet motions to a pretious floud VVhich flovves vvith streames of vvounded IESVS bloud Through this the chased Deer no sooner svvims But vvith nevv strength he innouates his limbs And thus refresht tovvards Heau'n he trippeth so That vve him judge rather to flie then go Nay sure he flies his vvings are loue and grace VVhere-vvith tovvards Sion he mounts vp apace Is this blest Riuer DAVIDS house of Armes To furnish vs vvith sheilds against all harmes Or as in first creation great God brings Out of the vvaters feth'red foule vvith vvings Barke barke yee Currs ye cannot hurte vs more Our soule hath vvings and in the Ayre doth soare VVho shall in Lethes streames his members bath Is it a benefite Obliuion hath Of his past deedes forgetting good and ill Else Poets vvith their lyes the vvorld doe fill On Alter table flovves a Lethes floud Breeding obliuion of each thing but good VVho are vvash't heere forget their old desires Earthly propensions and accustom'd fires VVhat vvonder then if as Hart through here passe He seeme to be far other then he vvas Shall I describe this glorious Nilus head VVhen it began As IESVS bloud is shed By impious Ievves on blest Caluarias Hill And since through Edens Garden flovveth still VVhen as the souldiar vvith his Launce did ope Our IESVS side he gaue the streame full scope To issue foorth vvhich hetherto hath run And euer shall vntill the vvorld be done On Aegipt fruits Nilus bestovves a birth This Riuer fertill makes our Christian Earth Once in a yeare seau'n-headed Nile or'e-flovves And benedictions on the land bestovves
in Dioclesians daies Great Rome three hundreth thousand Martyrs shovves Expos'd to beasts burnt rackt by cruell foes And thirty glorious Popes in order stand VVho lost their liues by Persecutors hand Can all the sectes vvhich haue bene since Christs daies Together joyned such a number raise If it be chiefest loue our liues to spend Iesus saith so in seruice of our friend VVas not the charitie of Romaines much VVhose Massacres for Iesus sake vvere such No vvonder eake though Romaine ground be good A Nilus vvatred it of Martyrs bloud VVe lost our liues and yet vvee vvon the field And made our bloudie persecutors yeild Tvvo Kesars vanquisht in these bearing fights To CONSTANTINE resigne their Kingly rights And first a Christian killing hand doth vvant E're martyrs readie to be kiâ—d are scant IESVS ordaining that his friends shal gaine Not by resisting but by being slaine So he him selfe made Hell and diuels flie VVhen on the CROSSE on Golgoth he did die No armour must vvee bring into the field But a sole Buckler patience is this shield This is enough to gaine the promist Crovvne Sufficent eake to cast Hells povvers dovvne The rising vvaues vvhich drovvne each other barke Lift only from the ground just NOAHS Arke Though other Cocke-boates perish in the seas VVhilst no milde Neptune makes the billovves cease Yet vvhen the surges tosse Saint PETERS barge IESVS himselfe best Palinure hath charge IESVS himselfe great Neptune of the Sea IESVS vvhom VVindes and AeOLVS obey Hee calmes the vvaues vvith his all-potent hand And brings our Pinnace to desired land VVhere is Iouinians Hoie vvhere Arrius Boate Though furnished vvith seamen of such noate Eusebij and other learned men Rovved in Arrius Boate vvith tongue and pen Rotten vvith time their Pinnace vvater drinkes And to the bottome miserably sinckes Nor anie ship can long 'gainst billovves stand VVhich is not built and gouernd by Gods hand Of Aibigenses vvhat doth novv remaine But that they vvere by Simon Montford slaine VVho novv for vvicked Hus and Arrius lookes Must finde them in great IESVS Doctors bookes But PETERS ship vvherein did IESVS preach As he the multitude on shore did teach From IESVS daies vnto our present times Hath still made voyages to remote climes And carried Marchants vvho not for base gold But death and blovves their pretious vvares haue sold. Their vvares vveare charitie true-faith firme-hope VVhich they for sorrovves and contemptes did cope Saint PETERS ship made voyages to Chine To Iapons Ilands vvhich on Sinas joyne To the remote America vvhich shovves A flovvre vvhereon the name of IESVS grovves Yee gentle heau'ns smile svveetly on that earth So dignifi'd vvith name of IESVS birth Thrice happie they on vvhose vvell-vvatred ground The name of IESVS flourishing is found IESVS svveete odour our stout hattes did fill VVhen Tyrants vs for IESVS sake did kill To all these Regions PETERS Pinnace fraught VVith Merchandise celestiall virtues brought And though it labourd hath so many yeares Yet svvist it sailes and as nevv made appeares No dangerous syrts no ship-deuouring sands No billovves no perfidious Pyrats bandes Conspiring vvith damnd Ghoasts to Hell cast dovvne Are able Peters vvell-built Arke to drovvne Her Pilote IESVS in no tempests fayles The holy Ghost filleth vvith vvindes her sailes That mauger Satan and his stigian court Shee safe ariues at heau'ns desired porte VVherefore that ship vvhich through all ages hath Carried in her the Merchants of true Faith That ship vvhich of spoiles from Hell-gained brags And for her streamers hath blest Martyrs flags Is Iesus Church vvhich God like a ship formes For t' is exposde to Seas to vvindes to stormes Of this Boate Iesus himselfe hath the charge VVho seeke heau'ns Hauen come into this barge Virgins vvho Lavvrels vveare vpon their head Adorn'de vvith Lilies vvhite and Roses red Virginitie the Lilie vvhite bestovves A glorious death brings forth the ruddie Rose These Nymphs I saie Angelicallie sing And in this sorte a holy peale doe ring A peale vvherein all numbers friendly meete Virgins alone can sing a song so svveete These flovvres vvhich on our frontes make so faire shovv And smell so svveete in Iesus Garden grovv Thence Barbara thence Agnes did them take And a triumphant Garland of them make Iesus Church stands in an Elizian ground VVhere fragrant Roses are and Lilies found VVhere Vestal Virgins haue their deseru'd praise And Martyrs fronts adorn'de are vvith greene Baies VVhere good vvorkes euermore doe fragrant smell Is Iesus Garden Iesus there doth dvvell There îs his bovver there his Summer house There Iesus sporteth vvith his louely spouse Mongst these in English tone sings EBBA slaine For Chastities defence by the stearne Dane VVith many Nuns vvho vnder her charge vvere For of a Monasterie shee had care Offring their Laurels at feete of their King VVith Deboraeh of victories they sing Relate my Muse the subject of their song And speake their Crovvnes gaind by Barbarians vvrong In Collingham eight hundreth yeares agoe Or there-abouts as Chronicles doe shovv A holy Cloister stood is it not strange That after-times should cause so great a change Then Fathers joyd vvhen Cloistets had their sons Mothers rejoyc'd to see their daughters Nuns And thought their children bestovv'd vvondrous vvell VVhen they serud ' Iesus in a quiet Cell They thought vvhen daughter chose a Cloister life That shee vvas matcht vvith Iesus for his vvife But after-daies doe better ope their eies And then their Ancestors are grovvne more vvise Our times instructed in a deeper schole Haue learnde to call each age precedent foole And put on their Dads backes a Motlie coate Affirming superstition made them dote But le' ts goe on Ebba vvas Abbesse there Many faire Nymphs to her obedient vvere Many faire Nymphs though beautie vvas thought foule VVhich vvas not grast'e vvith beautie of the soule But vvhen our Fathers sin for knovv that sin Oft changeth scepters and brings strangers in So Roderigoes fault brought Mores to Spaine Had made God send to punish Crimes the Dane The Pagan soldier each vvhere spoyld the land No place vvas free from his all-burning hand No holy Church but vvas consum'de by fire No age no sexe could pacifie his ire Though no vvhere more the Deuill his part plaid Then vvhereas pietie had houses made For holy Nuns and consecrated vvights To spend in diuine praier their daies and nights Satan too conscious of the dailie maime By these he suffreth and hovv they proclaime VVarre 'gainst his Kingdome vvith peculiar spite Makes his infernall feinds gainst these to fighte Speake Alberstate and Mansfield as you brag Of Monasteries spoiles vnder vvhose flag Your vvarfare is Satan vvill paie you vvell And vvhat vvants here you shall receaue in Hell To Collingham the Mansion of our Nuns A troupe of Pagans came Satan these sons On Gentilisme begat The house they take For vvhat resistance could poore vvomen make The Vestments Chalices the holy things Surely my
you sluggards from your slumber rise Frame boltes on Virtues Anuil in such vvise As may befitt Ioue from Olympus Hill To fling and vvith them Tellus of-spring kill Novv you make vvooden daggers leaden svvords VVhilst your life is not ansvv'ring to your vvords The bullets vvhich you shoote are made of claie VVhilst you your selues performe not vvhat you saie Nor are they temp'red vvith that heau'nly heate VVhich in sole Sion hath his proper seate And to one house alone by gift of heau'n In daies long since of Pentecost vvas geu'n Thence vvith Prometheus fetch this diuine flame From priuate spirit such fire neuer came Tesiphone or some more Hellish Ghoast Giues them vvilde fire vvho of this spirit boast God promist he vvould Fisher men prouide VVho should in PETERS boat each time and tide VVith Nets and Angles in fresh streames and brookes In the salt sea in armes in creekes in crookes A Fishing goe mens soules the fishes bee Of these at once PETER caught fiftie three God promist he vvould likevvise huntesmen giue VVho should the hills the vales vvhere beasts doe liue The Rockes the holes yea eu'ry vncouth nooke To finde their game vvith great industrie looke Are you these Fishermen then knovv much fish Is in VVest Indies PETER could not vvish Genesareth more plenteous thether goe And make those Pagans IESVS beliefe knovv There 's game enough in eu'ry streame each brooke You may take Fish either vvith net or hooke Are you these huntsmen then goe seeke your game In Mogor Iaua you shall finde the same Doe vvee beleeue amisse then to vs come Tell vs of CHRISTS faith vvhat is the true summe Doe you feare death tush that is nothing knovv That IESVS faith by Martyrdomes must grovv Oh burnt your soules vvith Charities true zeale You vvould dilate your IESVS common vveale You 'de not expect game should fall in your mouth But you vvould goe to East VVest North and South As huntsmen after soules and eu'ry vvhere To IESVS holy seruice Churches reare But am I frantique as I persvvade those Of the same Cittie to be mutuall foes Schisme errour paganisme together dvvell They all are Cittizen of the same Hell Those Kingdomes ruinated soone vve see VVhere ciuil enmities and factions bee VVherefore that long hels common vvealth may stand You vvill not budge a foote out of your land Let those vvho vvill to farthest Indies goe You vvarmely sleepe and meane to keepe you soe So did your Ancestors and t' is a sin For you nevv fangled customes to begin Tell me in histories can it be shovvne That sects to IESVS Chutch haue brought a stone O had you heau'nly fire vvithin your brest Surely it vvould not there confined rest T'vvould make you leaue base earth and mount on high And vvith zeales vvings to distant regions flie There to communicate this heaunly flame And burne all harts vvith loue of IESVS name So did this aemulatour of great PAVLE Flie vvith seraphique vvings 'bout the vvorlds ball And in each land his IESVS tropheis raise Teaching all nations to sing IESVS praise So before him many a zealous son Of Bennet Francis Dominick haue done Men for such actions fit of single liues Not cumbered vvith clokebags called VViues In this faire building not the meanest hand Hast thou deare youth vvho by the CROSSE didst stand At IESVS death and lou'd aboue all other VVeart there Created Son of IESVS Mother VVhen vvee see IESVS Church vvith gold so shine VVee le saie th'Embroid'ry vvorke vvas chiefly thine To loue thou doest the harts of mortalls moue Thy Edicts commaund nothing els but loue In life loue is thy song at hovvre of death VVith a loue song thou yeeldest vp thy breath VVith Charitie thou guildest eu'ry stone In golden vvordes persvvading eu'ry one To plaie a IESVS in the louing art And thinke each neighbour must be as thou vvert Chiefely belou'd each man a IESVS bee And loue his brother as CHRIST loued thee Heere vvee behold a troupe of English men VVho vvith their labours and industrious Pen Build IESVS Church so BONIFACIVS taught Germans our Faith and to Christs Temple brought And vvee vvill VVILLEBRORD vvho first of all Made Frisons Christians their Apostle call Both appertaining to Cassinos Mount VVhose Catalogue such numberlesse can count Cassinos Mount a second horse of Troie Bringing foorth vvorthies Hels tovvne to destroie Cassineos Mount a Trojan horse vvhere dvvel Heroes vvho sacke not Ilion but Hell Saint BENNET vvas the Chiron vvho first taught And these Pelides to perfection brought Mongst these IOHN LIDGAT stands of speciall note Crovvnd vvith greene baies cloth'd vvith the same coate As I see him vvith others our Church build I am vvith joye and admiration fild I vvill approach the Man and of him aske Hovv he came thether vvho gaue him a taske Being a Poet full of vvandring fires To vvorke amongst these venerable fires For I fond man made hetherto a count That Poets vvent not past the forked Mount But since they climbe vp Sions sacred Hill I care not much if I make verses still O yes quoth LIDGATE for though novv a daies The Crovvne of glorie and Apolloes baies So seldome meet vvhilst Poets suite their times After the vvanton humour of the times Yet former ages often-times haue seene Our Christian Prophets deckt vvith Lavvrel greene Ascend Olympus Mount vvhere their chast laies Revvarded are vvith glories glitt'ring raies And Poets brovves vvith Lavvrels Crovvned are King DAVID Poets Phoebus hath this care So is Sidonius Crovvnd Prudence vvho vvrit Things vvorthy of Apollo full of vvitt Prosper Sedulius vvho the nine haue taught VVhen they sing hymnes to blush as Maidens ought Leauing this vvorthy Man and thousand more Of the same Coate vvhom time makes vs passe o're VVee come to Rochester vvho lost his head For not allovving HENRIES lavvlesse bed Arts treasurie chiefe darling of the nine Historian Poet Oratour Diuine Linguist Philosopher Statesman to King Best husband Father vvhat not eu'ry thing If thou art graue vvee see a Cato sit If merry flovves the Quintessence of vvit Renovvned MORE Collegue in FISHERS Crovvne VVhom no aduersity no HARRIES Frovvne Can make approue vvhat IESVS thinkes not good VVhose Church thou buildest as thou shedst thy bloud Graue POLE her child vvhom true Relligions sake A MARGARITE in IESVS Church doth make VVhom doth not BRISTOL vvith his vvritings moue VVho doth not REIGNOLDS for his braue vvit loue Industrious HARPSFEILD vvhose laborious Quill Doth vvith Church Records our Musaeum fill VVhat SANDERS merits in this building be By his conspicuous Monarchie vve see And shall vvee forget STAPILTON vvho goes Arm'd Capapea against IESVS foes Hovv doth he rouse the Boare out of his den And strike him dead vvith a vvell-guided Pen VVee must beleue vvhen vvee his vvritings read Saint HIEROME vvhilest hee liued vvas not dead And thou my Londons CAMPION vvho at once To our Foundation bringest thy ten stones Neuer dost
〈◊〉 Apoc. 4. As the prototypoÌ„ is honoured in the vvorsip of the Picture so is it dishonoured in the contumelious abuse of it 1. Reg. The Albigenses affirmed our bles sed Ladie to haue bene agreat sin ner S. Austen The Coun cels of ClaramouÌ„ Basil TreÌ„t c. alvvaies except the B. Virgin vvheÌ„ they treat of sin Lu. 1. Gne 4 Tit. 3. Ps. 1. The Angels Mat. 16. Io. 21. Luc. 5. Ps. 19. The Apostles Mat. 7. Of the Sacrament of Confession Luc. 10. Ps. 107. 144. Leuit. 14. Luc. 17. Io. 20. Mat. 16. Of the traditions of the church Baptizing of Infants is an Apostolike tra dition as also the 40. daies fast of Lent and the vvorshipping of holy Images according to the 2. General Coun cel of Nice The Martirs The true Catholike Church increaseth by Persecutions Three hun dreth thou sand Martirs put to death in the Citie of Rome And thir Popes Ioh. 15. Dioclesiâ—◠〈◊〉 〈…〉 an though they pretended satiecie of honours and imperial dignitie to be the cause of their resigning the regal state yet they priuatly confessed to their nee rest friends that the true reasoÌ„ vvas the flourisshing and increasing of the ChristiaÌ„ church vvhich mageâ— their tyrannie more and more through out the vvorld dilated it selfe Act. 8. 10. It is a vvonderfull thing that the vvorkes of Arch heretikâ—s though most learned after some years all perish The Ar 〈…〉 aÌ„s Donatists NestoriaÌ„s ManicheaÌ„s and other sects haue vvritten bookes for the establi shing of their here ticall opinions and yet none of their vvorkes are extant as if they vvere sub iect to that curse Sâ—p 4. Spuâ—â—a vitulamina non agent altas radices And verily arch heretiks are the first begotten bastards of the Diuel as Policarpus called MarcioÌ„ A description of Virgins vvho to their crovvne of Virginitie haue added the lavvrel of Martirdome Apoc. 14 Can. 2. Apoc. 4. Iud. 5. A relation of the glorious Martyrdome of S. Ebba an Dom. 870. burnt vvith her holy Virgins by the Danes for the defence of their Virginitie Eccles. 10. Dan. 13. The OratioÌ„ made by S. Ebba to her Nuns Lucretia so generally commended for killing her selfe is much reprehended by S. Austen in his first book de Ciuit. Dei Margarit Middleton Promartir of her sexe in the last reuolutioÌ„ Cornelius 〈◊〉 Lapide of the Societie of Iesus a man famous for his profounde knovvledge in holy Scrip tures and languages makes honorable mention of her amongst the most glorious Martirs of the Primatiue Church in his CoÌ„mentaries vpon Gen. cap. 1. I haue here also made meÌ„tion of her at the vrgent request of a vvorthy personage in these partes vvho though a stranger to our Countrie yet is singularly deuoted to our couÌ„ trie vvomaÌ„ this holy Martyr The Doctors and holy Fathere of the Catho lik church Humilitie a speciall signe of the Catholike Church and it is vvorthy to be obserued that the greatest Doctors most learned in the Catholike Church haue bene most humble S. Norbert an Apostolike maÌ„ sounder of the order of Praemonstratenses by his holy labours he freed Antvverp from the heresie of Tanchelinus His vvhite order hath heretofore much flourished in our Countrie Fiftie Orders in the Church of God obserue the rule vvritten by 〈◊〉 Austen Ios. 7. Of the English Nuns of S. Monica in-Louaine liuing vnder the holy rule of S. AusteÌ„ The three Vovves 1. Pouertie 2. Chastity 3. Obedience The acts and exercise of a religious life Iob. Iob. 16. Of the buil ders of the church Mat. 22. Col. 2. Apoc. 21. A description of the foure Cardinal virtues Temperance Fortitude Iustice. Prudence The follie vnlavvfulnesse of single com bates The holy Councel of Trent sess 25. c. 19. ExcoÌ„municateth both fighters in single com bats as also the beholders 3. Reg. 13. Sap. 8. Apoc. 12. 1. Cor. 15. S. Xauerius conuerred aboue three hundreth thousand Infidels to the faith of Christ. A parenetical apostrophe to the married and schismatik Church-men of the greeke Church Act. 2. Ierem. 16. Io. 21. Mat. 12. Neuer any conuersions of Nations haue bene performed by heretikes Io. 19. Ep. Io. 13. Sir Thomas More Mat. 5. An Apostrophe to the clergie labouring in England Agge 2. 〈◊〉 Mac. 4. 2. Paral. 36. 2. Esd. 2. Of some principall Orders of Religion Luc. 6. 1. Cor. 3. Innocentins the 3. savv in vision S FraÌ„ cis holding vp the Laterane Church by vvhich vision God vvould de monstrat the benefite vvhich the Catho lik church by the pious labours of this holy man and his of spring in aftertimes receiued Of Orders of Religious vvoemen in the Catholik Church Mat 5. Of the relligions vveomen of Saint Benets order The Quire of our Church Ierem. 9. Zach. 12. S. Gregorie a Monk of S. Bennets order and aftervvardes Pope for his great zeale and labours in the coÌ„uersion of our countrie stiled the Apostle of Enland hee ordained the manner of sing ing which is stil retained in the Church of him cal led Cantus Gregorianus Gen. 3. Iud. 5. Purity ofâ— intention Leuit. 5. Luc. 2. Ierem. 8. Esai 49. 1. Reg. 16. Apoc. 12.