chereful glory resounded Thou art my deare chylde in whome I doe meane to be pleased And forerunning Iohn Iohn Baptist dayly reporteth Christe to be Lamb of God that sins with mercy remoueth At these wondrous news th'old Serpent deadly repyned And the renowmed fame of Christe extreamely maligned Fearing this to be that great sou'raigne lordly Monarcha Sin-par'dning Iesus foretold long since by Sybilla And he remembred well what plagues were duly denounced When greate grand-dame Eue with a bitter sweete he beguyled Therefore now he begins and takes occasion offred When fouretimes ten dayes from meate and drinck he refrained And in desert kept he begins him thus to be tempting With colored friendship concealed treachery cloaking Shall the coaeternall and consubstantial ofspring Of God soemany dayes and soemany nights be a fasting Shall those purpled cheekes which earst so cheareful apeared Looke thus pale and wan with too much penury pinched Make these stones to be bread for I know if Sonne to the Thundrer Speake but a woord its doone let cretures serue the Creator But when he heard of Christe that grace from mighty Iehoua Strengthned more than bread and fed man more than a Manna Then with a new stratageme to the Templs towre he repayred And Christe soe Christe would on a pynacle high he reposed Saying Leape to the ground if thou be the Sonne to the Mighty Thy Fathers Angels are prest at an inch to receaue thee Yet when he heard Christe say that God was not to be tempted And that hee alwayes had foole hardy presumption hated Sith both thse proou'd naught last cast hee began to be prouing And with spitefull rage his latest part to be playing For when hee had brought Christe by Christs permission only Vnto a huge mountaine which gaue full view to the glory Of world and worlds wealth World and worlds wealth wil I giue thee Sayd this damned fiend if thou wilt learne to obey mee Here Christe with iust zeale and indignation vrged That malapert rashnes with these woords boldly rebuked Get thee away Sathan to the burning lake of Auernus Woorship alone is due to the sou'raigne Lord of Olympus Then with dead despaire Christe toowell knowne hee relinquisht Sith that hee saw himself and all his villany vanquisht Lying Serpent thus confounded an Angel apeared And long-fasting Christe with chearefull foode he refreshed Thenceforth Christe his life was noething els but a teaching Preaching and woorking of woonders woorthy the woondring Sicke are whole lame goe dumbe speake blynde see the Redeemer Hearing's giu'n to the deafe and clensed skynne to the leaper Netts eu'n burst with fish and full boates gin to be sincking Water made to be wyne makes brydegroome greatly reioycing Wyndes are whist with a woord and blustring storms be repressed And foaming seaes waues to a firme walk mightily changed Diu'ls roare out for feare and haste their heauy departure Which tormented men with tootoo woeful a torture Fiue loaues twooe fishes fiue thousand fully refreshed Yet twelue baskets full with broaken meate be reserued Seu'n loaues feaw fishes foure thousand fully refreshed Yet seu'n baskets fyld with broaken meate be reserued Elias came downe to behold life-giuer Iesus And Moses rose vp to behold soule-sauer Iesus His face shyn'de as sunne himself transform'd in a moment Surpassing brightnes did stand in steede of a garment Mount Tabor glistred sweete voyce came downe from Olympus Heare my beloued sonne my dearely beloued Iesus Yea dead men lyued yet Iewes causd him to be dying Whoe raisd Lazarus vp whoe dead Gyrle made to be lyuing The Passion Buryall and Resurrection of Christe CHriste whose blessed byrth causd Angells for to be singing Christe whose louing life forst diu'ls themselus to be wondryng Christe whose bitter death made templs vayle to he rentyng Grau's to be op'nyng earth to be quaking heu'ns to be lowring Geue mee the grace sweete Christe since euery thing is a mournyng For to recount these pangs this crosse this death by my mournyng When that apoynted fight that feareful combat aproached Fight with pangs of death and hells vnsuffrable horrors Combat with mans syns and Gods vnspeakable anger Then cursed capten Caiphas with his hellish adhaerents Contryued platforms conspyred ioyntly togeather For to beetray that man which was mans only redeemer Yf that he hould on thus such wonders stil to be working Then farewell Pharisees with Scribes and onely renowmed High Priests and therfore its more than tyme to preuent hym Yet forbeare for a while till solempne feasts be determynd Least this strange murder may chaunce to be cause of an vproare O dyuine doctors deuout Priests woorthy protectors Of Salomons temple good graybeards that for a feast day Can vouchsaufe to delay this murder this bloody outrage Not for loue of God but for this feare of an vproare But Christe foreknowing theyr treachery came to the leper Leper Symons howse in Bethany where when he supped Mary remembring how herself was lately released From seu'n tormenters kneeld downe to her only redeemer Washte his blessed feete with trickling teares that abounded Wypte liys blessed feete with her hayre that sweetly beseemed Kyst his blessed feete and heade and feete then anoynted With precious sweete balme with most odoriferus oyntment But that most cursed caytiue that greedy deuouring Murdrer cutthroate thiefe with his hellish treason abounding Iudas Iscariot stil bent to the bag to the budgett Gan to repyne and grudge that this soe costly anoyntment Was thus wasted away which might haue beene by the purser Sould and geu'n to the poore but alas this traiterus abiect Meant t' enrich hymself and not to be good to the needy As by his accursed stratagems it playnly apeared For when hee lost this pray his master he deadly maligned And balme box broaken brake Iudas hartful of enuy Damnable infernall outragius horrible enuy Soe that noe myschief noe part of a theefe or a murdrer Was by the vile reprobate by the damned villen omytted Vntil hee had this losse as hee tooke it fully recou'red Vntil hee had for gaine his master falsly betrayed Christe fro the mount Olyuet with an asse coms seellyly ryding Poorely without any pompe to the pompous cytty repayring Some with flowring bowes his wayes had freshly adorned Some with fragrant flowres his passage sweetly prepared Some causd they garments by the highe way side to be scattred Euery man cry de out with chearefull voyce to the heauens Hosanna sweete vmpe of Dauids gracius of-spring Hosanna to the King almighty of Israel holy Hosanna to the Lord of Lords to the prince of Olympus Soe that on euery syde Hosanna sweetly resounded And sweete Hosanna from rocks with an eccho rebounded Yt was a plague to the Priests to the fatbely Priests to behould this Yt was a death to the Scribes to the scraping Scribes to abyde this Yt was a hell to the prowd Pharisees for a truth to beleeue this Yet t'was a ioy to the yong and ould for a truth to report this And for a
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
those babes that dy'de when merciles Herode Seeking one chyldes death many Mothers made to be chyldeles Blessed most blessed chyldren whose tymely departure Parted theyr sweete sowles from such and soemany thowsand Woes who dyed afore they knew what t'was to be synnyng And fro the damnable earth to the highest heau'ns be remoued Lyke to a Lilly before it chaunce by the frost to be nypped They in stead of mouths theyre throates then sweetely did open And for want of woords powr'd foorth theyr blood to the heauen O straunge thing these babes are now with glory triumphing Which yet neuer afore did taste any part of a fighting Theyr yong heads with crownes of Martyrdome be adorned Ere any tender lockes had theyre heads sweetly bedecked Yea theyr feete that on earth were neuer seene to be treading Walk in Olympus now and there in ioy be abiding But Peeters gray heares draw graceles face to the graues-dore Peeters long lyuing makes Peeters sowle to be doating Peeter lyu's yea lyu's to deny his mayster Iësus Lyu's yea lyu's to renounce his lord and mayster Iësus Lyu's and yet forsakes forsweares lyfe-geauer Iësus Christe who might commaund that glorius hoaste of Olympus Those spotles spirites those euer-dutiful angels Sought found and tooke vs from soemany soemany thowsands Vs ragged fishers from soemany soemany thowsands Vs poore poorest sowles of soemany soemany thowsands Yet we alas his loue haue most vnlouely rewarded And this most kinde Christe haue most vnkindly requited Wee most cursed crewe of soemany soemany thowsands Wee woorst vipers broode of soemany soemany thowsands Wee the detestedst twelue of soemany soemany thowsands One with a cursed kisse his deare Lord falsly betrayed Ten fled back for feare when death and danger aproached And I the woorst of twelue yea after soemany greate woords Leaft forsooke forsware Lord Sou'raigne Mayster Iësus Whyl'st poore Peeter thus with mynde extreamely molested With deepe fobbs and sighs with streames of teares that abounded Washed away those spotts and most syncearely repented Mornyng came at last and then those damnable owtcasts That condemned Christe did bring hym bound to be slaughtred bound bruysd and beaten to the Romayne Deputy Pilate Pilate who for a Iudg of lyfe and death was apoynted In meane tyme Iudas possest with desperat horrors Clog'd with a synfull sowle with a dogged deadly repentance Coms with his afterclapps when he see's his mayster Iesus Thus condemnd to the death and runs in a rage to the high Priests Saying Synned I haue that guyltles blood to betray thus Yf thou haue synned say they looke thou to be plagued What care wee for that w'haue kept tutch giu'n thee thy wages That woefull wages drew my destruction onward That graceles guerdon my death vntymely procured That brybe bred my bane Take there your Mammon among you Take back your bloody brybe soe threw theyr syluer among them And flinging headlong enrag'de with an hellish Erynnis Hangd hymself on a tree fit death for treachery faythles His loathed carkas was an ougly detestable obiect Spectacle infamous most fearefull sighte to the people With gutts gushing foorth wyth bowells broken asunder Loe here you Traytors your treasons iustly rewarded Your Mayster Iudas himself hath rightly requyted Your Mayster Iudas dealt soe that now to the worlds end Of that name Iudas each traytor's named a Iudas Euery faythles fryend from that tyme's called a Iudas Marck Peeters weakenes marck Iudas villany fly from Both dead despayring and too much hasty presumyng Peeter started asyde for feare of death with a faynt harte Iudas slyded back for loue of a bribe with a false harte Peeter by and by wept sore and truly repented Iudas neuer againe came home but deadly repyned Iudas thus bursting highe Priests and Scribes be amased And consulting long at last they fully resolued With that cursed coyne some peace of ground to be buying For straungers buryall with a fayned sanctyty cloaking That cursed bloodshed that most vnnatural owtrage Soe this pryce of blood was payd for a fyeld of a potter Called a fyeld of blood for a signe of this bloody murder Christ is brought to the barr sir Pilate sits as a bencher Priests be his accusers many captall crymes many treasons And many seditions were there obiected against him Soe much sayd nought prou'd Christ standing seellyly sylent By smoothing Pilates commaunde was sent to the Tetrarche Herodes Tetrarche of Galyly there to be iudged Sith Christ seem'd to belong t'his Iurisdiction only Herode greatly reioyst and looked for many woonders When Christe came But Christe with sylence wysely rebuked This Tetrarchs tatling and Priests vnruely reuylings Herode contemn'd Christe when hee saw noe hope of a wonder Sent hym back for a foole to the first iudg deputy Pilate All in a long whyte coate for a scornefull mockery cloathed Thus poore Christ meeke lambe was tost fro the poast to the piller Wandring here and there hence thence fro the Woolf to the slaughter Pilate seeing Christ fro the Tetrarch saufly retorned Spake to the Priests and Scribes This man seem's stil to be guyltles Herode sends him back its best hee be whipt for a frantike And soe loost at large for I know you looke for a prisner At this feast of course say then whoe shalbe released Barrabas or Iesus What needest thou to be asking O pytyfull Pilate thou know'st theyr only desyring Is t'haue Christ murdred thou giust this lambe to the woolus iawes Kill kill Christ say they and geue vs Barrabas only Barrabas in theeuing and murdring barbarus owtlaw Then people pleasing Pilate cauld Christ to be scourged And in a scornefull sort to the Iews to be newly produced But kill kill they cry and crucify crucify Iesus Pilate seeing Christe by the sowldyers all to be scourged Causd him then for a mock with a crowne of thorns to be crowned With royall garments and roabes of purple adorned And in a throane placed with a reede in his hand for a scepter Some mockt some spytted some kneeld and fynely saluted Hayle ô King of Iews for same and glory renowmed Some with his owne scepter that sweete face all to be bruysed Euery one tooke paynes that noe paynes might be omytted Noeman spar'd any cost least Christ might chaunce to be spared Yet this was not enough t'appease theyr villany monstrous But kill kill they cry and crucify crucify Iesus Pilates wife in a dreame with Christ then greatly molested Perswades her good man for feare that he might be released Yet noe dreames would serue t' appease theyr villany monstrous But kill kill they cry and crucify crucify Iesus Then iust iudg Pilate in an open shew to the people His pure hands forsooth with greate solempnyty washed Thincking soe fro the guylt of guyltles blood to be quytted Noe wynde noe water could stay theyr villanv monstrous But kill kill they cry and crucify crucify Iesus Crucify coosnyng Christe his death and blood be requyted On Iews that now lyue and Iewish progeny after Caesars saythfull