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A02812 The conuercyon of swerers Hawes, Stephen, d. 1523? 1531 (1531) STC 12944; ESTC S106022 5,283 18

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¶ The Conuercyon of swerers ❀ THe frutefull sentēce the noble werkes To our doctryne wry tēi olde ātyquyte By many gret ryght notable clerkes Groūded on reason and hygh auctoryte Dyde gyue vs example by good moralyte To folowe the trace of trouth and ryght wysnes Leuynge our synne and mortall wrechednes By theyr wrytynge doth to vs appere The famous actes of many a champyon In the courte of fame renowned fayre and clere And some endyted theyr entencyon Cloked in coloure harde in construccyon Specyally poetes vnder cloudy fygures Couered the trouthe of all theyr scryptures So hystoryagraphes all the worthy dedes Of kynges and knyghtes dyde put in wrytynge To be in mende for theyr memoryall medes How sholde we now haue knowledgynge Of thynges past / but by theyr end ytynge Wherfore we ought to prayse them doubteles That spent theyr tyme in suche good busynes Amonge all other my good mayster Lydgate The eloquent poete and monke of bury Dyde bothe contryue and also translate Many vertues bokes to be in memory Touchynge the trouthe well and sentencyously But syth that his deth was intollerable I praye god rewarde hym in lyfe perdurable Amonge all thynges nothynge so profytable As is scyence with the sentencyous scrypture For wordely rychesse is often transmutable As dayly dothe appere well in vre Yet scyence abydeth and is moost sure After pouerte to attayne grete rycheste Scyence is cause of promocyon doubtelesse I lytell or nought experte in poetry Remembrynge my yough so lyght frayle Purpose to compyle here full breuyatly A lytell treatyse wofull to be wayle The cruell swerers whiche do god assayle On euery syde his swete body to tere With terryble othes as often as they swere But also for drede plonged in neclygence My penne doth quake to presume to endyte But hope at laste to recure this scyence Exorteth me ryght herdely to wryte To deuoyde ydelnesse by good appetyte For ydelnesse the grete moder of synne Euery vyce is vedy to lette ynne I with the same ryght gret●ly infecte Lykely to dye tyll grace by medycyne Recured my sekenes my payne to abiecte Commanndynge me by her hye power deuyne To drawe this treatyse for to enliunyne The reders therof by penytencyall ●yte And to pardon me of theyr benyguyte RYght myghty prynces of euery crystē regyon I sende you gretynge moche hartely grace Ryght well to gouerne vpryght your domynyon And all your lordes I grete in lyke cace By this my letter you hertes to enbrace Besechynge you to prynte it in your mynde Now for your sake I toke on me mankynde And as a lambe moost mekely dyde enclyne To suffre the deth for your redempcyon And ye my kynges whiche do now domyne Ouer my comens in terrestryall mancyon By pryncely premynence and iuredyccyon In your regall courtes do suffre me be rent And my tender body with blode all be sprent Without my grace ye maye nothynge preuayle Thoughe ye be kynges for to mayntene your see To be a kynge it maye nothynge auayle But yt my grace preserue his dygnyte Beh●lde your seruauntes howe they do tere me By cruell othes nowe vpon euery syde Aboute the worlde launsynge my woundes wyde All the graces whiche I haue you shewed Reuolue in mynde ryght ofte ententyfly Beholde my body with blody droppes endewed Within your realmes nowe torne s●pyteously Towsed and tugged with othes cruelly Some my heed some myne armes and face Some my herte do all to rent and race They newe agayne do hange me on the rode They tere my sydes and are nothynge dysmayde My woundes they do open and deuoure my blode I god and man moost wofully arayde To you complayne it maye not be denayde Ye nowe to tugge me / ye tere me at the roote Yet I to you am chefe refuyte and bote Wherfore ye kynges reygnynge in renowne Refourme your seruauntes in your courte abused To good example of euery maner towne So that theyr othes whiche they longe haue vsed On payne and punysshement be holly refused Meke as a lambe I suffred theyr grete wronge I may take vengeaunce though I tary longe I do forhere I wolde haue you amende And graunte you mercy and ye wyll it take O my swete bretherne why do ye offende Agayne to tere me whiche dyed for your sake Lose my kyndnes and from synne a wake I dyde redeme you from the deuylles chayne And spyte of me ye wyll to them agayne Made I not heuen the moost gloryous mancyon In whiche I wolde be gladde to haue you in Now come swete bretherne to myne habytacyon Alas good bretherne with your mortall synne Why flee ye frome to tourne agayne begynne I wrought you / I bought you / ye can it not denye Yet to the deuyll ye go now wyllyngly See Me Be kynde ¶ Agayne My payne Retayne in mynde ¶ My swete bloode On the roode Dyde the goode my broder ¶ My face ryght redde Myne armes spredde My woundes bledde Thynke none other ¶ Beholde thou my syde Wounded so ryght wyde Bledynge sore that tyde All for thyn owne sake ¶ Thus for the I smerted Why arte thou harde herted Be by me conuerted thy sweryng aslake ¶ Tere me now no more My woundes are sore Leue swerynge therfore and come to my grace ¶ I am redy To graunte mercy To the truely For thy trespace ¶ Come now nere My frende dere And appere before me ¶ I so In wo Dyde go Se se ¶ I Crye Hye The Vnto me dere broder my loue and my herte Tourmente me no more with thy othes grete Come vnto me my ioye and agayne reuerte From the deuylles snare and his subtell nette Beware of the worlde all aboute the sette The flesshe is redy by concupycence To burne thy herte with cursed vyolence Thoughe these thre enemyes do sore the assayle Vpon euery syde with daungerous iniquite But yf thou lyst they may nothynge preuayle Nor yet subdue the with all theyr extremyte To do good or yll all is at thy lyberte I do graunte the grace thyne enymyes to subdue Swete broder accepte it theyr power to extue And ye kynges and prynces of hye noblenes With dukes and lordes of euery dygnyte Indued with manhode wysoome and ryches Ouer the comons hauynge the soueraynte Correcte them whiche so do tere me By cruell othes without repentaunce Amende by tyme lest I take vengeaunce ¶ Exodi vicesimo Non accipies nomen dei cui in vanum Vnto the man I gaue commaundement Not to take the name of thy god vaynfully As not to swere but at tyme conuenyent Before a Iuge to bere recorde truely Namynge my name with reuerence mekely Vnto the Iuge than there in presence By my name to gyue good credence A my bretherne yf that I be wrothe It is for cause ye falsly by me swere Ye knowe your selfe that I am the very trouthe Yet wrongefully ye do me rent and tere Ye neyther loue me nor my iustyce fere And yf ye dyde