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
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
Muse of nevv-done mischiefes sings They doe prophane vvhen they are full of spoyle The Nuns Gods liuing Temple thei le defile The VVolfe vvho for long time no food hath eate VVith fiercer appetite seekes not his meate As leauing VVoods vvhen night hath chas'de the daie He to the Village comes to get his praie And hauing found either by cries or smels VVhere harmelesse flocke by care of shepheard dvvels About the house he often vvalketh round Espying vvhere an entrance may be found Hee oft assaies to breake into the stall And oft repeld is by the vvell made vvall At last by force preuailing hee makes vvaie And in midst rusheth of his vvisht-for praie At sight of cruell foe the poore sheepe quake And although manie yet no head dare make Shall vvee blame nature vvho makes stoutest Rams In presence of the VVolfe as meekest Lambs No othervvise the soldiers runne about Each corner of the Cloister to finde out These Lambes of God they burne vvith vvicked flames And nought can quench their fire but sacred Dames They each-vvhere raunge no barres can stop their course They breake the strongest doores vvith deu'lish force So see vve Humber passing his set bounds VVith vvaters drovvne the ouer-flovved grounds Bridges and houses vvhich oppose his vvaie He carries vvith him nothing can him staie EBBA novv compast vvith Susannas care Death or deflovvring the Elections are VVas to the Church vvith all her daughters fled VVith feare the holy Maides vvere almost dead Daughters quoth shee and vvould haue spoken more VVhen furious Pagans rushing at the dore Did make her leaue before shee had begun Vnto the dore some bolder Virgins runne And firme it fast at least it shall keepe out For some short space the Danes intruding route EBBA againe beginnes daughters quoth shee To free your selfe from Danes lust learne of mee VVhat lavv forbids to vse a murdring hand To keepe vovvd'e faith the same lavv doth commaund For beauties sake Pagans haue vs in chase In steed of beautie a disfigurd face Our sights shall yeeld them as you see me doe vvith that shee dravves a Knife Virgins doe you Our bodies hetherto haue bene kept chast And vnto death shall not this purenesse last Our bodies yet are free from foule lusts staine And shall vve novv be rauisht by the Dane Shall vve polluted be vvith Pagans rape No no first perish this vvell-pleasing shape VVith streames of bloud vv'eele quench vnlavvful fires VVith vglie lookes vv'eele scarre vntam'de desires Our spouse is IESVS faith to him vvee gaue Hee shall our bodies chaste though mangled haue And though vve be exteriorly foule He more vvill loue the beautie of our soule In speech of men Euphrasia alone Shall not hereafter liue of vs each one Shall acte that Virgin and not feare deaths blovv That to our spouse vnspotted vvee may goe Empresse of Virgins of our sexe the best To thee vvee consecrate our snovvy brest If any faint doe thou stout thoughts inspire IESVS pure Mother giue a noble fire Hauing said thus vvith knife shee slits her nose Mangels her cheekes cuts off her lips yet shevves Not the least signe of sorrovv IESVS loue In her chaste soule all sorrovv goes aboue The Nuns vvho in obedience vveare exact Follovv their Abbesse in this vvorthy fact Their Vizages ô nobly cruel deed VVith plenteous streames issuing from vvounds do bleed Faces vvhere beautie dvvelt and eu'ry grace Religious Amazons themselues deface Telling this act shall I a credit finde VVill men beleeue such an heroicke minde Could in so manie dvvell Could England breed So manie Actours of so so braue a deed VVe see Zopirus daughters vvithout Nose VVith mangled Cheekes the most inhumaine foes VVould pittie them yet they all pittie hate So much they IESVS loue and Maiden state Imagine novv vvhat a deformed sight These Virgins are vvhom vvill not their vievv fright Let vvanton Dane attempt a Nun to kisse For lips a streame of bloud he shall not misse VVhat Church of Sectaries a Virgin shovves VVho slit for Chastities defence her nose Nay they shall Canonize such for a Sainte VVho doth not her selfe for an husband painte If Teeth if Nose if Face haue the least fault Nevv Teeth nevv Nose nevv Face shal streight be bought If Teeth if Nose if Face can be for gold At Painters shop or Poticaries sold. So vnlike is so different the fire Of Sions daughters and the Gyrles of Tyre The inra'gde soldiers bolted out so long Breaking the Dores into the Tempel throng And euery one not knovving vvhat vvas done Run furiouslie to sease vpon a Nun But as they see their mangled faces bleed They stand amazed at the horrid deed The Captaine of the sacrilegious band Thinking this Acte vvas done by a strange hand Despairing eake to coole his impure flames By his Gods svveares vvho had misus de the Dames Should die the Death for Venus sportes vvere made Quoth he these faces not by cruell blade To be disfigur'de Then did EBBA speake Tyrant on vs thy sauage fury vvreake VVe haue offended if offence it be By bodies maime to set the body free And in my Corps first sheth your naked blades VVhose counsaile and example made these maydes Performe this deed vvhich follovving times shal tell And praise them to the heau'ns for doing vvell Conuert your svvords on me t'vvas I t'vvas I VVho counsaile gaue and courage let me die This leader had no Porsenas braue sp'rit VVho vvhen the Romaine maides in dead of night Guided by Claelia dovvne Tiber svvamme And safely to their sieged Cittie camme Astonished at the Heroike act Did praise and Crovvne the Virgins for the fact But these Barbarians in vvhose sauage brest Not the least true nobilitie did rest Inrag'de that the attempt of these Chast Dames Had quenched quite their ignominious flames VVith Hellish fury and Erynnis fild VVhome they did loth to violate they kild And turning vvicked lust to d'uilish ire They set the Cloister vvith the Nuns on fire O happie Virgins burning vvith your house You offer holocausts vnto your spouse To keepe your bodies incorrupt you die And vvith pure soules to high Olympus flie VVhere vvith your IESVS you in glorie raigne VVho for your faith to IESVS haue bene slaine Let not fame blazon more Lucretias name VVho as shee suff'red had a deed of shame VVith cruell blade her harmelesse selfe did kill And on her corpes reveng'de anothers ill Had she before the acte vvith vvhetted knife Sundred in tvvo the gold thread of her life VVee vvould haue giu'n her a chaste Matrons praise And vviser times her monuments should raise As to the Doctors I novv take my vvaie Her sex and times first Martyr bids me staie VVhose glorious death did ring so loud a knell That it hath made eu'n learned strangers tell Hovv a rich MARCARIT in this our time Adornes our from the vvorld diuided clime VVhose Lavvrel vvith such fragrant flovvers grac'te Amongst the stoutest Champions hath her
the same And you Svvash-bucklers of our English stage Thinke you discretion is your valours page Or vvell ey'd prudence doth your courage guide VVhen for mere toyes you brable quarrell chide Nay for just nothing lesser then a stravv You 'le challenge to the field and vveapons dravv Tell mee vvhat reasons more can you alledge Then that such vvould not in the Tauerne pledge Your vvoemans health or drunke gaue you the lie Therefore God damme you if he doe not die Forthvvith you send him the length of your svvord And fight you vvill vnlesse he eate his vvord You challenge others for they tooke the vvall Such vvorthy motiues are for vvhich you braule Saie you haue suff'red vvrong right you it vvell In going soule and body vnto Hell VVho truly valiant are vvill only fight VVhen as the cause for vvhich they jarre is right And also vveighty then vvith them along They justice take and so reuenge a vvrong To fight for trifles and vvith priuate hand To right himselfe Can this vvith justice stand Hovv odious are Duellums in Gods sight Speake holy Church vvhich to preuent this fight And from such folly terrify fond man Strikes it vvith all the thunder-bolts she can Denying to their bodies Christian graue VVhose soules in hell choose sepulchers to haue But you a refuge haue by manhoods lavv To saue your credit you are forc'd to dravv Men vvould deemeyou a dunghil Cocke a Covv Should you put vp such vvrong therefore you vovv You le die a thousand deaths yea to hell goe Rather then you vvil blot your honour soe VVhy you are challeng'd and the vvorle vvould thinke Should you not meete him that for feare you shrinke Harke my vviseman vvhat is the vvorld a foole Neuer read lesson in true vvisdomes schoole God Saints yea vvisemen see vvith better sight T is Bedlam follie in this sort to fight Novv take your spectacles chose vvhich you le vveare The true fooles coate or haue fooles thinke you feare Prudence instructeth tem'prance vvhen to vse Delights and pleasures vvhen them to refuse VVho knovves not that the Dogs vvho liue by Nile Are taught by dangers to make hast the vvhile They drinke the streame for Crocodiles doe lie Vnder the vvaters vvherefore they must flie Vrg'de by necessitie they needes must drinke But Caution bids them only lap the brinke Man is composed after such a sort That he must sometimes pleasures haue and sport Our Constitution is of such a mould That vvithout some delights vve cannot hold But t is a truth that pleasures though they smile As dang'rous are as Crocodiles of Nile VVho then vvill harmes shun be his prudence such That he drinke not of pleasures vvaters much Let him not long at delights fountaine staie But hauing sipt let him make hast avvaie Imagine novv vvhat a most goodly shevv These stones do make plast'e in an ord'red rovve Bishops Priests Deacons Cloyster keepers Nuns And married folke vvho fill the vvorld vvith sons To all these doth our vvisest IESVS Preach And hovv they should maintaine their puesto teach He bids vvithall the vvorkemen to haue care That they do place each stone in that ranke vvhere It ought to stand his calling must make fit For the rovv eu'ry stone vvhere they set it Let not affection put stones here or there VVhen the chiefe vvorkman vvould haue them els vvhere Oh vvhen the Architects obserue not this Disastrous ends ' crie something vvas amisse A cruell Lion the poore Prophet slaies VVhilest vvith fond tales him Bethels vvizard staies Our IESVS is his Fathers vvisest Son And performes svveetly vvhat he vvill haue done Hee eu'ry one aduiseth there to stand As he vvas plact ' by the chiefe vvorkemans hand If high keepe there if on the Temples side Remaine he there if lovv there let him bide Let not the eare and hand desire to see Nor vvhere the head is the foote aske to bee Oh hovv securely had Christs people slept If euery man this order vvell had kept Did not Bizantium set the Church on fier VVhilest her proud Prelate labour'd to be higher Then God ordaind And in our Northerne line A stone vvas plac'd vvhich as a starre did shine But falling from that ranke vvherein he stood He vvallovved vvith the Hog in sensuall Mud. Mee thinkes I see the Dragon once more fall And vvith his beastly tayle from heau'ns high hall Many faire starre pull dovvne Priests my Muse meanes VVhom he made Marry nay for vviues take queanes So he their Lucifer before had done VVhen for his Paramour he tooke a Nun. IESVS such cunning his Apostles taught That vvith great praise their Maister-peece they vvrought But amongst all vvho chiefly doth excell Is learned PAVLE he beares avvay the Bell VVhether vve count his labours vvhich are most Or curious vvorke none like to him can boast VVe talke of Sages vvho haue runne about The vvorld to finde a little knovvledge out So Plato and Pythagoras haue done VVho for Arts sake vvas burnt by Indian Sun Plato vnto Gymnosophists durst goe That he their abstruse mysteries might knovv VVas there a land in that age to vs knovvne VVhether PAVLE vvent not to fetch vvood and stone Arabia Greekeland Ilands Asia Rome Of his great industrie to vvitnesse come VVhat arr vvhat labour shevves he in his vvorke As he fits peeces for our IESVS Kirke And for the stones vvhich in this Church haue place Are liuing stones the life is Faith and Grace Hee neuer thinkes that he hath done his part If IESVS name be not vvrit in each hart I le trauel vvhere the Orientall Sun VVith fierie jades doth his carreire first run And fetching XAVER place him vvith great PAVLE Since in so many things yea almost all Alike they are before Great states and Kings Great IESVS name this chosen vessel brings Of conquer'd Sergius did PAVLE get his name Let conquerd Iapon augment FRANCIS fame VVhen in our vvorld France Portingal Spaine Rome He gath'red had of stones an endles some He goes vvhere first Aurora looketh red Blushing to thinke on her Tithonus bed There he plaies PETER and into the dores Of IESVS Church lets many thousand Mores VVee vvill hereafter from that speach refraine VVho a More vvasheth laboureth in vaine Hovv augments he our building as for it Three hundreth thousand stones he maketh fit Yee pamp'red Chaplines vvho in dovvnie beds Betvvixt your Lemmans armes repose your heads Darkenesse infernall Monarke doth not feare That you to Indies IESVS name shall beare He knovves your Paramours vvith vvhom you sleepe From such a vvarfare you at home vvill keepe His Kingdome is secure these Syrens charmes From hurting him enfeeble shall your armes You are vvith Hannibal in Capys tovvne And Citrie Dames shall take your courage dovvne Though heau'ns againe the Giaunts troups should dread Vulcan can make no bolts in Venus bed 'Gainst God himselfe sin and hell a stirre keepe VVhilst you vvith your faire Cithereas sleepe Vp vp