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
more sundrie nations tell Then sects contrarie in that Babell dvvell But that no matter is Ievv Atheist Turke So he defie the Pope is of their Kirke Moreouer can rebellions cause be just VVhen thieues true Lords out of possession thrust VVhat if a D' Alua bore a heauie hand Must they forth-vvith vp in rebellion band Against their King and take from him his ovvne If so vvhat Prince can sit safe in his throne Le ts praie that Princes may doe vvhat is right And not vvith trait'tous armes against them fight But you doe not examine much their cause Their friendship you into the action dravves VVhy should you take such tyrants for your freinds VVho affect none but for their priuare ends Let Massacres in remote Indies shevv If Holland be our ENGLANDS friend or no. Oh that our Seas could speake vve soone should heare VVhat good-vvill Hollanders to ENGLAND beare Let jestes let scoffes let mockes at King and state Make knovvne their litle loue if not great hate To Prince and vs as helpes haue bene deni'de To backe their Heresie their theft their pride Ill-nurturde svvaines not taught vvhat is a King A God on earth a Consecrated thing DAVID laments that he cut his Kings coate VVhen these vvith open mouth vvith open throate Gods Vice-roies bite their royall actions blame VVith frumpes vvith quips Monarchs expose to shame Let base Typhaeus brood vvhose pride is such That they the holie ones of God dare touch VVith slandring libels expiate such vvrongues VVith losse of hands and forfeiture of tongues Yea let such Caitiues for blaspheming die VVho touch Kings touch the apple of Gods eie Let eu'ry Simei eu'ry slandring Knaue The saucy Eupolis misfortune haue And here their often mention'd Tempel fayles T' is Satans Ghost vvhich against Princes rayles VVhen the vvhole vvorld is in combustuous fire Subjects against their Kings each vvhere conspire Base-borne Abimelech his brethren kills Mis-gotten Mansfield Realmes vvith rapine fills And all these mischiefes fram'd this vvorld of harmes In Hollands Aetna vvhere Cyclops make armes For Hells black Prince 'gainst God himselfe to fling And Sions Citie to destruction bring Let none it contrarie to reason thinke That I haue temper'd some gall vvith my incke VVhen I doe heare base Eupolis so bold To rayle at Kings my splene I cannot hold Though I at vices not at persons ayme I affect Holland but rebellion blame And let the Netherlanders once be good Let them cashire this their rebellious mood And as Religion teacheth againe bring VVonted obedience to Hesperias King Reasons and thousand arguments I 'le frame To eternise industrious Hollands name Meane vvhile vvill none inspir'd vvith heau'nly fire Fore-tel hovv Spaines great King shall sacke proud Tyres VVill no Ioues seed once-more in Lerna lake The many heads from this foule Hydra take No Iohn de Austria their cities vvin No Parma take reuolting Holland in No demi-god better then other men Grapple vvith theiuish Cacus in his den Cacus vvho hath his Father Vulcans shape Cacus vvho liues by Homicide and rape No no our God vvill not haue Iury land Set free alone by valiant Barachs hand But Iabins captaine pearced in the head By Iahels vvife shall at her feete fall dead Ambitious Ammon euer looking high By Esters Prayers hanged aloft shall die Great Princesse thou art Iudith by vvhose hands Proud Holofernes leader of Hells bands Shall vanquisht be thou art Abelas Dame VVhose Nuptiall rites shall Holland Rebells tame Seditious Sebas head shall buy a peace And vvith the Tribes submission vvars shall cease Thou hast Pulcherias birth her state her face In the attempt of great things haue her grace So let thy Actions crovvne thy life vvith praise That after-times thy Monuments may raise And as thy Ancestors their Nephevv Kings Excite to enterprise of vvorthie things So be thy deeds thy royall issues booke VVherein hovv they shall liue they alvvaies looke Antiquitie doth of an Atlas count On his backe bearing vp Olympus mount Our IESVS is vvise Atlas by his hands Sion vvas built and on his backe it standes Our Atlas dies vvho shall supplie his place Hath he left heires of this supporting grace Firme-pillars of best marble compos'd all Beare Sion on their backes that it not fall VVho in Gods Church vvill haue a Pillars part Must be vvell practiz'd in the bearing art Hath not truths selfe his promise giu'n that those VVho tryumph ouer their Infernall foes Shall in his Church be Pillars vvhilst no frovvne No Hellish violence can cast them dovvne VVhen vve see thee Great CHARLES vanquish each foe VVhich doth in battaile against virtue goe VVhen vvee behold in all thy actes such grace Shall not vvee promise thee a Pillars place Of IESVS Church a Pillar thou shalt be VVhilest IESVS Church shall be borne vp by thee VVith Hercules vvhere Sol his steedes doth vvet Thou shalt thy Monuments and Columnes set And vvrite non vltra to the after-after-daies Forbidding all to aequalize thy praise VVhilest no great Monarke nor great Monarkes Son Shall doe so much for Church as thou hast done In first place vvrought by IESVS cunning hand Most eminent doth SIMON PETER stand To PETER next vvhilst ' he supporteth all In IESVS Church a Pillars place hath PAVLE A cruell death vvhich did tvvo vvhole daies last Could not firme ANDREVV to the Earth dovvne cast Great IAMES IOHNS brother and ZEBEDIES child By HEROD kild and Spains Apostle stil'd VVhether he vvent and vvith victorious hand To IESVS faith subu'de that noble land IOHN of vvhite Marble made though his out-side VVas gold in fyerie flames refin'd and tride VVas not vvhite marble his Parthenian brest Of Golden loue vvas not made all the rest THOMAS eternall Monuments shall haue Amongst the Indians vvhere he hath his graue SIMON THADDEVS PHILIP holy IAMES VVhose vvondrous virtue either knee proclaimes Rough BARTHOLMEVV vvithout though faire vvithin for IESVS name Tyrant pul'd off his skin For IPHIGENIA HIRTAOVS may frovvne Yea kil blest MATTHEVV but not cast him dovvne MATTHIAS vvhom the holy Ghost did chose For that place vvhich Iscariot did lose Sermons of BBRNABE vvill teach vvhat can Persvvasions vvhich proceed from a good man Of the same matter of vvhich other men Th'Apostles vveare composde yet knovv that vvhen IESVS them Columnes in his Church did place Hee so them temp'red vvith caelestiall grace That mauger anie vvinde or aduerse blast They keepe their place yea rather stand more fast The last perfection and supremest forme VVas giuen them vvhen as the vvisht-for storme Of diuine grace and clouen tongues of fire Made the roome shake vvhere Christs friends did retire Before this storme a silly vvenches frovvne Did cast the chiefest of the Pillars dovvne CEPHAS as to him a poore Damzell calls Denies his IESVS miserably falls But once confirmed by this devv of grace No threats no vvhips can make him leaue his place
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
vvith Virtue vvonderfull did place In Berenices hand-kercher his face Each follovving age vvill reuerence the same And he for superstition must haue blame Pictures he saith are good but they are nought VVho haue their goodnesse into question brought Shall not our English Queenes see HELEN make A holy journey for deuotion sake To Salem tovvne vvhere miracles forth-bring The scepter of our vvith-thornes Crovvned King As on King SALOMON the daughters stand Of Sion gazing this vvas in his hand This scepter long time hid in holy ground Is by deuotion of this Empresse found Part of it she vnto Byzantium brings So much that age did esteeme holy things Part vnto Rome vvhere pietie doth build Marmorean Temples and deuotion yeild Iust honours to those Reliques vvhich did beare IESVS as hee o're hell did Tropheies reare Doth not this Queene of those foure nayles make much VVho holied vveare by IESVS bodies touch In her Sons Diadem she placeth one VVhich giues more grace then any Iaspar stone And teacheth CONSTANTINE although he raine That hee 's his substitute vvhom Nayles did paine Tvvo shee doth in his bridle raines inclose To keepe him safe from menaces of foes As IVSTINE on his head these raines vvill vveare The Feindes of Hell him dare not once come neare Hell as yet mindfull of Caluaria fight Is daunted vvith these reliques only sight VVho hath not hard of angrie ADRIAS vvaues VVhere millions of ships haue found their graues But novv that passage shall no more be so For HELEN the fourth nayle vvill in it throe And hee vvho vvith his death made all things eu'n Firming a lasting peace t'vvixt earth and heau'n VVill giue the sanctifyed Nayle a force To make the billovves leaue their vvonted course Neptune appeaseth euery troubled vvaue So great a virtue holy Reliques haue On euery vvall vvhy should not Ladies see Such stories and by them instructed be VVhat vveare the actions of renovvned Dames In antient times vvhere-vvith they made their names In catologue of Saints to be enro'lde And by Fames trumpe in after-times extold VVhy should not euery vvall and corner Preach And vvhat religion HELEN vvas of teach Oh vvicked daies of ours vvhen Danaes rape And naked Goddesses immodest shape As for an Apple they contention had To be descided by the Phrygian lad VVhen vvorkes of Aretines lasciuious hand Shall curiously in chambers painted stand Casting lust darts through vvindovves of the eie And vvith luxurious thoughts make the soule die But Images of Christ his Mother Saints VVhom pietie and true deuotion paintes VVith sacrilegious hand shall be defa'st In peeces broake and out of Churches cast In darkest shades let Manes euer bide And his tvvo impious sons on either side VVho vvorship due to Reliques first did blame And pietie fond superstition name Let them make Hell resound vvith vvofull plaints For their impietie 'gainst God and Saints It is enough that Infidels and Ievves VVho Gods and his Saints Images abuse Doe euerlasting pennance for their fault But let our Christian vvorld be better taught Let none vvho in our common vvealth doe dvvell For such impietie goe dovvne to Hel. Let all vvho are vvasht in great IESVS name VVith bended knee humblie adore the same Let all vvho IESVS and his friends affect The Tabernacles of his Saincts respect Surely blest Nymph errours detested night Thy happie times shall turne to faire daie light Thy Hymenaean Torches are the Sun By vvhich this good to Britaine shall be done For Gods Eternall vvisdome by vvhose hand The vvorld is gouern'd as it first did stand By a proportion'd meanes vvill bring to passe VVhat but in vaine by force attempted vvas VVee joye to read as sacred stories count That Clodoue vvas to the holy Font By his Clotilda brought the Lombards King Doth Ledolinda to the true faith bring Thy Auncestors the Gothes are likevvise seene Reuok'd from Errors by their pious Queene VVho vvounded vveare by great Achilles speare By the same vveapon to be cured vveare Against a Scipio vvho vvas Caesars foe In Caesars armie doth a Scipio goe VVhen as Melania by her blinde guide taught Errors of Origen to great Rome brought VVhere-vvith opinion of an holy name Shee and Ruffinus did dilate the same As Debora did not Marcella rise And make the erring Romaines ope their eies Made shee not Barach to stretch out his hand And put to flight the nevv-sprung errors bands The Lyons vvhelpe of Iuda shall oppose His force against that Lyons force vvho goes About the vvorld seeking each vvhere to eate The soules of men are this fierce Lyons meate In Edens Garden the curs'd tree did grovv VVhose fruit vvas death leaues sicknesse branches vvoe In top of Golgotha must spring a tree VVhich from these miseries shall set vs free â—nne vvas the EVE vvhich gaue vs our deaths vvound MARIE the vvoman is shall make vs sound A lavvlesse Mariage ENGLAND did vndoe Thy vvish't for Mariage ENGLAND shall renue Against their King vvhen ABSALON vvas slaine Rebellious SEBA moues the Tribes againe But a vvise vvoman in Abela tovvne Doth SEBAS head from Cittie vvalles cast dovvne And by the death of a seditious Knaue From IOABS furie doth her people saue Shall vvee be troubled vvith eternall jarres VVill no ALCIDES giue end to the vvarrs And Hollands many headed HYDRA kill VVhich doth vvith tumults our North-climate fill This Monster hath a Cockatrices breath Threatning to Monarkes and all Kingdomes death No DIONS novv no BRVTI liue againe Detesting lavvlesse tyrannie should raigne But Athens thirtie tyrants and Romes ten VVill change a Monarchy for diuerse men Religion is too poore a Maske to hide Their Treason that it should not be espide The vvorld be taught that breach of Faith to Kings First Heresie then Atheisme then Hell brings VVho doe contremne the Church their Mothers lore VVill at the last acknovvledge CHRIST no more And vvee haue seene them count it a small losse For Turkish Moones to change the Christian CROSSE My vvorthy Countrie-men vvhy are you slaues To Brevvers Coblers Basket-making Knaues VVhy doe you voluntarie your selues thrust To patronize a cause as Hell vn-just You ansvvere that you part of Holland take For the Lords vvord and for his Gospell sake The Gospell saies let CAeSAR haue his due Hovv for the Gospell fight you then thinke you Thieues their Kings rob and you against all lavv That thieues may keep stolne goods your vveapons draw But if you nearer to their Gospell looke You le finde it is a Matchiuilian booke VVherein each leafe containeth damned things Conspiracies and treasons against Kings Sovving sedition amongst other men That they may sleepe safe in their Cacus den Let vvartes destroie France Germanie and Beme VVhat doe they care so vvarres be far from them VVhat Gospel can they haue vvhere Turks vvhere Ievvs Their Synagogues and prophane Mesquits vse Is not their Amsterdam the drugs the fex The sinke of all impuritie and sects Could Hannibal
〈◊〉 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.
dies Great GREGORIE procurer of our blisse The Quires chiefe Maister and directour is Though Pope yet for his Father BENETS sake He for his sisters holy songs vvill make And though the ditties vvith their tunes are plaine Yet there is Majestie in en'ry straine Yea though deaths songs resound in eu'ry place Yet shall this sorrovv giue the Musike grace And men shal argue as their rauisht eare Such pleasant straines of Melodie doth heare VVhether on Organs once more Angels plaie VVhilest manie Cecilies together praie Or els the Nine leauing their forked hill Our lovver Orbe vvith Harmonie doe fill Here also vve behold bare-footed CLARE Her Damsels eake though noble bare-foote are I dispute vvith my selfe vvhat shall be done By these so royal Ladies vvithout shoone Doth it by IESVS vvill to their lot fall To prepare Morter for the Churches vvall Yes sure CLARE vvas a Morter treading Dame The Morter vvas riches base pleasures fame To trample on such Morter CLARE did vse This vvas the reason vvhy shee vvore no shoes And that trash vvith vvhose loue the vvorld doth burne Her chaster of-spring vvith their feete doe spurne Doe vve not see vvhilst these such Morter tread The vvoeman brusing the old serpents head IESVS to FRANCIS he to CLARE did Preach And all of pouertie a lesson teach She learnes her Nuns in spirit to be poore And then vvhat nature askes to vse no more Nay the strict lavves of pouertie are such That often-times it must not haue so much For vvhere sufficient is nothing doth vvant T is certaine that there Pouertie is scant VVhere transitorie things abundant are There vve doe vvant true daughters of poore CLARE Each Nun must be familiar vvith these foure Daughters of pouertie all Christned poore Poore fare poore Clothes poore lodging and poore Cell Let her not thinke her selfe in health not vvell Vnlesse to these foure sisters vvhom her God So much esteemes shee joyne her selfe the od TERESA glorie of novv-dearest Spaine Top of Carmelus smoothing vvith thy Plane VVhat rugged is each sexe thou makest nevv VVhilst thou dost both vvith abnegation hevv Surely blest Nymph ELIAS vvill not grieue If in his order vve a share thee giue Nor can his children justly make complainte As IESVS giues a Canonized Sainte So vvhen the troopes of IABIN conqu'red are BARACH and IAHELS vvife the glorie share T is true foyld Sisara from BARACH fled Yet IAHELS vvife the nayle strucke on the head The great ELIAS put selfe-loue to flight Thou vvith thy perfect rule dost kill him quite In MOYSES lavv vvhat only vvas in chase Is fully vanquish't in the lavv of grace Sure ZEVXIS had much choise vvho vvhen he vvas To paint Ioues sister as a beauteous las A thousand Virgins had of feature rare Lims equally compacted faces faire Presented to his vievv that euery part VVhich vvas most eminent by his great art He might expresse one Virgin gold thread vveares In tresses place he dravves her golden heires He paints anothers forehead high yet plaine There Venus might make sport and Iuno raigne And curiouflie obserueth all theit eyes As vvanton Cupid vp and dovvne them flies And vvhere the Boye is vvaggish yet in avve Of Mothers presence he that eye doth dravv He makes a nose rise like a marble tovvre Hee eies too lips in vvhich as in a bovvre Fragrant vvith Roses delight lou'de to dvvell Roses they vvere for colour and for smell Hee dravves the Colour vvith his pensil right To giue the smell exceeds his Pensils might Eares as Bee-hiues he makes though no Bee there For Bees vvith stings might the beholders feare But in the patterne may be there vvare some For hovv should honie els in the hiues come Yet tvvo rich perles and they shevvd vvondrous vvel Did hang as Clappers at each siluer Bell. A dimple graced much a Ladies chin Dravving that part he put the dimple in A Nymph as her the painter much doth vievv Dieth her cheekes vvith a Vermilion hevv Those cheekes vvhich by that blushing got much grace Hee blushing paintes and so makes vp his face Like to the face all parts dovvne to the feet In handsomnes and just proportion meete To vvhich he could no more perfection giue Vnlesse his cunning had made all to liue But had Prometheus giu'n heatc to this Dame ' VVe should againe haue hear of Paris flame And once more Phrigians through Sicilians ire Should haue done penance vvith their Citties fire Surely vvhen blest TERESA did deuise The model of her vvorke before her eies God set each order as a beauteous Dame That vvhat in each vvas perfect in her frame Shee might expresse vvith eu'ry order stands IESVS great selfe the vvorke of vvhose blest hands Each order is TERESA on him lookes His vvordes her lessons are his deedes her bookes Shee markes that he doth doe far more then saie VVhen he commands he leads himselfe the vvaie Therefore to Nuns shee Preacheth vvith her actes And teacheth not so much by vvordes as facts As she her life in vvritings forth doth bring VVith Xenophon she faineth not a King But in her selfe trulie expresseth hovv A votarie is bound to keepe her vovv If Virtues fulnesse anie vvhere doth vvant T is vvhere the humble virtue made her scant As she each order vievves a graue svveete Quire From one she learnes though charities best fire Descend from heau'n yet she obserues the care Another hath by meanes of mentall praier To keepe it in This praier must serue the turne And in her Virgins breasts make loues fire burne And vvithout this Relligion is nighte This must to each act giue a cheerefull lighte Her Nuns must oft retire vnto their Cell And there reflect hovv idly or hovv vvell They haue spent precious time hovv that or this They may amend vvhen it is done amisse VVhen in obeying they are slovv vvhen halt VVhat motiues and vvhat meanes to mend this fault Terrene propensions doe keepe dovvne their soule Some blemishes their purity make foule Here meditation makes them mount on highe And to the top of all perfection flie To vvash their sins in IESVS clensing bloud And bath their errours in a vveeping floud Of him vvhose rare discretion is seene In invvard motions the foure virtues Queene Prudence she learnes this doth direct her Quill VVhilest she her Papers doth vvith precepts fill She teacheth hers to meditate on sins And Heli as complacence of good begins To puffe them vp againe vvhen feares cast dovvne To ponder Gods great mercy and heau'ns crovvne She hamm'reth much on this doth this much Preach Hovv vnto God alone their loue must reach They feare loue honour must and serue their God For himselfe onely not for feare of rod VVhich punisheth transgressours not for lust Of those svveete meates vvherevvith he feedes the just She teacheth them although on earth they dvvell To build vvithin their soules an heau'nly Cell The Saints their God in the heau'ns alvvaies finde God dvvelleth in a